Chapter 375 Are you sure that person is still alive?
Chapter 375 Are you sure that person is still alive?
Author: Xiao Benyue
Chapter 375 Are you sure that person is still alive?
The female pharmacist felt the Demon Queen on the side urging her with her eyes, so she gritted her teeth and bravely walked forward.
However, when she saw the horrific wounds on Song Yizhi's body, she was a little confused as to what to do.
Song Yizhi closed his eyes, and his voice was dry and hoarse, "My meridians are all broken, and my Dantian is shattered. Is there anything else you want to know?"
The expressions of Feng Canglin and Song Luo changed drastically in an instant. Their expressions were almost identical: shock, shock, annoyance, and regret.
They had thought that Zhi Zhi's injury must be serious, but they never thought that Zhi Zhi's injury would be so serious.
The female pharmacist was forced to take a few steps back by these light words. She felt unreasonable fear in her heart. She knelt on the ground and said, "Your Highness, please forgive me!"
"Get out." Song Yizhi's voice became softer and softer, like a fire in the cold wind that would be blown out at any time.
The female pharmacist got up and quickly turned around and left.
Song Luo walked up, took out the porcelain bottle and placed it beside the bed. Her voice was much gentler and cautious, "Zhizhi, let's deal with the trauma first."
Seeing the long and narrow wound on Song Yizhi's face from the temple to the chin, Song Luo's straight back suddenly bent a lot.
Compared with the wounds on her body that were deep enough to show the bones, the wound on her face was already considered very minor.
Song Yizhi didn't make a sound, but his breath became weaker.
Song Luo wanted to deal with Song Yizhi's injuries forcefully, but looking at her daughter who was covered in injuries and lifeless, she really didn't dare.
There was a stalemate in the palace.
Rong Yueyuan turned around, crossed the threshold with long legs and walked in.
Rong Yueyuan came over and nodded to Song Luo, then passed her and walked straight to the bed and sat down.
"Zhizhi, these injuries must be treated." Rong Yueyuan's gentle and gentle voice sounded.
"No..." Song Yizhi doesn't want to see anyone now, she just wants to be alone for a while.
Rong Yueyuan deliberately misinterpreted Song Yizhi's meaning, "Don't you want the Great Elder to help you treat your wounds? Okay, then I'll do it."
In the Song Dynasty, branches were used to form knots.
"Get out." The light voice was mixed with some anger.
Rong Yueyuan took out the porcelain bottles that he needed and piled them on the edge of the bed. His tone was still so gentle, "I will get out after treating the wound."
Song Yizhi stopped talking again, but her breath was now undulating much louder than before.
Although he might have been angered by Rong Yueyuan's two words, he could still breathe a lot stronger.
Song Luo looked at Rong Yueyuan who could hold her daughter, she was silent for a moment and turned around to go out.
Seeing Feng Canlin standing motionless at the entrance of the inner hall, Song Luo pulled him away.
Outside the palace.
Seeing the pharmacist kneeling on the ground, Song Luo waved her hand, "Don't get up on your knees. Please go and prepare some medicine and send it over."
The pharmacist raised his hand and placed it on his heart, bowing and bowing, "The Demon Queen is serious, I will prepare the medicine right away."
After the pharmacist left, the high priest and Yuan Xu looked at the couple who both looked bad and remained silent.
They heard everything going on in the palace.
The Dantian is shattered and all the meridians are severed.
Those eight fluttering words directly broke Song Yizhi's pride and her future.
"Let's disperse first." Feng Canglin's voice revealed fatigue and weakness.
He didn't have the energy to settle accounts with Rong Yueyuan now. He just wanted to go to the library and look through ancient books to see if there was any way to repair the broken meridians and shattered Dantian.
The people outside the hall dispersed, and Rong Yueyuan inside the hall was using a short knife to remove the burnt black flesh from Song Yizhi's wound.
The right hand that had never trembled when holding the sword actually trembled a little at this moment. Rong Yueyuan had to stop and adjust before he dared to continue picking out the blackened flesh.
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After applying the medicine, Song Yizhi had already fallen asleep. Her body was covered with white cloth strips, and even her face had a piece of white cloth covering half of her face.
There was a strong smell of medicine mixed with the smell of blood in the palace.
Rong Yueyuan, who was sitting by the bed, also looked a little embarrassed.
He looked down at his right hand that couldn't stop shaking, raised his left hand and pressed it.
After a moment of relief, Rong Yueyuan reached out and pulled the thin quilt over Song Yizhi to cover it.
The broken Dantian only makes it impossible to practice, but the meridians are all broken... It sounds like the broken Dantian will only make Zhizhi unable to practice.
But in fact, the broken meridians left her limbs disabled, and she changed from a lively little girl to a... useless person who needed care all the time.
Rather than not being able to practice, this was probably the reason why she couldn't accept it and didn't want to face the Great Elder and the others.
The top priority is to repair those broken meridians.
While Song Yizhi was sleeping, Rong Yueyuan gathered a trace of spiritual power and penetrated her body.
When Rong Yueyuan saw the meridians in Song Yizhi's body, he was still shocked.
After thinking for a long time, Rong Yueyuan felt that the word devastated was the most appropriate word to describe Song Yizhi's meridians.
Withdrawing his spiritual power, Rong Yueyuan took out the communication talisman to contact Ye Mo.
After Ye Mo listened to Rong Yueyuan's description, he fell silent.
"If it is as you said, the meridians are broken into pieces, I may not be sure to repair it. Moreover, are you sure that person is still alive?" Ye Mo's solemn voice came.
With a severed meridian and such a serious injury, is the person really still alive?
Rong Yueyuan lowered his head and glanced at Song Yizhi. Seeing that she was breathing slowly but not sleeping soundly, he answered Ye Mo's words, "Alive."
Ye Mo said, "Hurry up and bring this person to Yaowang Valley. I have to see it with my own eyes."
If Rong Yueyuan can ask himself, that person should be very important to him.
Describing it from a distance will be biased. Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you get the right medicine.
"Not for the time being." Rong Yueyuan said warmly.
Ye Lone choked up.
Rong Yueyuan said, "I will come in two days."
Ye Mo knew very well what Rong Yueyuan's temper was, and he couldn't force Rong Yueyuan to come over now. He could only say, "Okay, but you have to be mentally prepared. Every day you delay, my confidence will only get worse."
Come lower and lower.”
Rong Yueyuan responded.
After finishing the chat, Rong Yueyuan tidied up the palace, and then he opened the window to disperse the smell of blood and medicine in the palace.
Song Yizhi's sleep was not a solid one. To be honest, it was not considered sleep. It was just that her body had reached the critical point of collapse, and she had to sleep to repair her body.
Song Yizhi, who woke up from the sudden pain, wanted to raise her hand, but her meridians were all severed and she couldn't lift her hand at all. Instead, the wound was torn apart by the force of her muscles.
Once again confirmed that he had become a useless person, Song Yizhi's mood was extremely bad.
Rong Yueyuan heard the change in breathing and walked in from outside.
Seeing Song Yizhi's gloomy expression, he slowly walked to the bed and sat down, then gently pressed Song Yizhi's hand through the quilt.
"I've only slept for two hours. Do you want to go back to sleep for a while?" A gentle voice sounded.
"Get out." Song Yizhi's voice was a little hoarse, and his cold tone seemed to be condensed with ice.
Rong Yueyuan ignored Song Yizhi's cold eyebrows, and his voice was still gentle and gentle, "I will help you up. It may hurt the wound a little, so please bear with it."
Saying that, Rong Yueyuan reached out under the pillow and dragged Song Yizhi's shoulders and neck, and he carefully helped him up.
Song Yizhi was about to speak when a cup touched his lips.