The people from Medicine King Valley are unreliable.

However, Gu An'an quickly understood why this was unreliable.

To be precise, Zheng Shuoyi and Tian Buer were not direct disciples of Medicine King Valley.

Medicine King Valley is famous for producing divine doctors, and these divine doctors have always been of one lineage.

However, after the passing of the previous generation's divine physician, the lineage of Medicine King Valley was, in a sense, extinct.

"Then you and Dr. Tian..."

"We are merely servants who serve Mr. Yan."

Gu An'an was dumbfounded. No wonder these two people's names were a bit strange. "Say one thing and mean another" didn't sound like a proper name.

But something seems off.

In the novel, Jiang Mingxu comes from Medicine King Valley, but he has changed the traditional Medicine King Valley's principle of healing and saving people. He is a master of poison and has killed countless people.

There was even a rumor in the martial arts world that Medicine King Valley no longer produces divine doctors, but rather poison doctors.

The person who said that eventually learned to shut up, because no one could talk back like that if they were poisoned.

Gu An'an had some suspicions that Jiang Mingxu might have stumbled upon the ruins of Medicine King Valley by chance, where he cultivated on his own. Because he lacked a master to guide him, he learned the skill of using poison.

“Your son is indeed poisoned, but the poison comes from his mother. His mother was poisoned when she was six months pregnant. Although she tried to suppress it, the fetus is still living in the mother’s body, and it is inevitable that it will be infected over time. This is a poison brought from the womb.”

Upon hearing this, Gu An'an's gaze fell on Jiang Mingyi.

The young man now lies there, with silver needles stuck in his head.

Zheng said that he pulled out a few of the silver needles, the tips of which were slightly black.

Is there no cure for his poison?

Zheng sighed, "If Mr. Yan were here, it would be a piece of cake, but my brother and I have only learned a few basic skills. Although we can occasionally cure illnesses and save lives, but..."

He looked at the young man lying on the bed, a hint of regret in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, I can only do my best to suppress the poison, but I can't eradicate it completely."

Gu An'an felt a wave of dizziness. She took a step back and grabbed the table to keep from falling. "If it can't be cured completely, what will happen to the child...?"

"This poison has been in his body for more than ten years and is now closely related to him. If it can be controlled properly, he can live for another ten or twenty years without any problem. However, this poison is somewhat complicated. I'm afraid that if he accidentally takes effect one day, even a great immortal would not be able to save him."

Gu An'an felt her mind reeling.

In other words, this reserved and composed young man might suddenly collapse and die one day.

"What kind of poison did he ingest?"

Zheng hesitated slightly upon hearing this, "Well, I can't say for sure either."

If he wasn't mistaken, this should be the Thousand Machines Entanglement.

However, it is said that the Thousand Machines were destroyed by the current emperor when the previous dynasty was destroyed, so how could there still be any left?

This matter concerns the capital, and even the emperor, so Zheng Shuoyi dared not say more.

Gu An'an didn't notice his hesitation.

Although he wasn't a divine physician from Medicine King Valley, he was still a member of Medicine King Valley, yet he still couldn't figure out what the poison was or how to completely eradicate it.

Then who in this world could...?

Gu An'an only heard a sharp laugh in her ear. When she came to her senses, she saw that there was another person in the room. "Zheng Shuoyi, you are obviously trying to blackmail this lady. How dare you say that you are a doctor with the heart of a parent?"

The voice had a slightly feminine quality, which brought Gu An'an back to her senses. It was the carefree Marquis.

The person who had been in the carriage was now appearing before everyone, dressed in a dazzling red robe embroidered with gold and silver threads.

However dazzling the gorgeous clothes were, they could not compare to that androgynous face.

Her peach blossom eyes were captivating yet sharp as knives and swords, making people afraid to look at her for long.

“I was trying to seek justice for you, Madam, but I never expected you to insult me ​​like this. It has really broken my heart.”

The sudden accusation made Gu An'an feel that this transvestite was strange and unsettling.

"You've misunderstood."

"Oh? Does Madam think I'm old?"

Gu An'an: "..." Isn't this a respectful form of address? Are you sick in the head?

Isn't the Carefree Marquis sick?

Gu An'an doesn't bother arguing with a lunatic.

"Does Madam think I'm being unreasonable, petty like a woman?"

These words made Gu An'an feel like she was being attacked as well. "Both men and women are petty, but people always like to blame women for these bad things. You don't need to be like that. I was very presumptuous just now, please forgive me."

Upon hearing this, Marquis Xiaoyao covered his mouth and chuckled, "Actually, Madam, there's no need to be so formal. I'm a very generous person and won't hold a grudge against a woman like you. However, I must remind you that Madam's young master is quite talented, but some people are only half-baked in their own skills, so how dare they presume to be teachers?"

Whether this statement was referring to Tian Bu'er or the two brothers firing together, it remains unclear.

However, Gu An'an knew that Xiaoyao Hou was no pushover either; he was more like a troublemaker.

You can't listen to everything he says.

"Xiao Yao, don't think I'm really afraid of you. If you keep causing trouble here, you'll regret it..."

Gu An'an only felt a flash of silver light before her eyes, and when she looked again, she only saw the tail of a silver needle trembling slightly on the door frame behind Xiaoyao Hou.

A drop of blood clung to the silver needle, its tip penetrating deep into the wood, clearly demonstrating considerable skill.

With her right hand gripping her sleeve, Gu An'an looked at Zheng Shuoyi with a hint of apprehension.

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