"Well, this is a chronic poison. It will only get worse after long-term use. By the time it is discovered, it has invaded the internal organs and is hopeless!"
Looking at Xuanyuan Qingtian's solemn expression, Song Yichen felt relaxed. Let's see if you still dare not to cherish yourself and let yourself get hurt casually. You are obviously very good at martial arts. Every time you meet an assassin, you always have a narrow escape.
He had to come back with some tricks up his sleeve, and I don’t even know why he wanted to cover himself up like this?
In response to Song Yichen's relaxation, Xuanyuan Qingtian became even more solemn. His cold eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, and a trace of murderous intention was already lingering in his heart, no matter who that person was thinking about/
If you dare to put poison in his ointment, you are trying to kill him, even if you want to put the blame on Song Yichen, and it is such a powerful poison, of course he will not let it go.
As long as he finds out who is in trouble, he must pay with his life.
"I will check this matter, um, is she okay?"
Xuanyuan Qingtian couldn't help but ask after a while. Although he knew that with Song Yichen here, nothing would happen to Duanmu Minya, but he still couldn't rest assured and had to hear Song Yichen's guarantee.
"Hey! You look down on me too much. After all, I am also a miracle doctor. It's such a small thing, but I don't have it at my fingertips."
Song Yichen was very angry at Xuanyuan Qingtian's distrust, he pointed at his nose and said proudly.
Xuanyuan Qingtian was not surprised by Song Yichen's arrogant look, but Xuanyuan Qingtian's next words made Song Yichen want to cry without tears. He was bragging too much!
"In this case, I leave it to you to let her remove the scars on her body. I don't want to see any scars on her body, not even one, especially the one on her forehead."
"Boss, please let me go!"
Wow, when did a miraculous doctor of his actually use him as a beautician, and asked him to remove the scars on his body? Wouldn't that cost people's lives? How many precious medicinal materials would it take to do that?
After a while, Butler Lin first brought the jar of plum blossom wine that Song Yichen had been peeping at for a long time. When he saw the torn small table, he just raised an eyebrow slightly and whispered softly.
"It seems that our palace is going to replace a batch of tables and chairs. Even the tables and chairs made of solid wood are not durable. Are they eaten by insects? Or the boss lied to me. This is not made of solid wood at all. It must be."
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"Well……"
Song Yichen was speechless again! This Butler Lin also used no profanity in insulting people. Why didn't he say that he was so powerful in martial arts that he shattered the table with one palm?
Really, just like any master, there are also servants with the same venomous mouths. Those who are close to red are red, and those who are close to ink are black. Is this what it means?