Chapter 1185 No Longer a Donkey

No sooner had she finished speaking than her mother glared at her.

Sanwa chuckled sheepishly and lowered his head.

He actually wanted to distract her so that it wouldn't hurt too much.

Unexpectedly, Xie Zheng spoke up.

"If your mother needs it, Xie..."

“No need!” Song Chunxue refused directly. “I’m perfectly fine, I’m not a three-year-old.”

The tone was cold, and the old Taoist priest couldn't help but shrink back.

He sat in the farthest seat, thinking to himself that he had been careless before; this woman was not simple at all.

He touched his forehead sadly, thinking that this was the consequence of underestimating his opponent.

His hair.

After all that hard work to get to this point, I've ended up being shaved into a monk!

What a terrible thing to do.

Song Chunxue didn't think too much about it; all she knew was that it really hurt.

This doctor's medical skills seemed quite good, and the needles he used were different from others. They were as thick as awls. When he inserted them, she felt like she could faint at any moment, and her vision would go black and white in turn.

If it weren't for Wuyou's constant nagging, she would have fainted already.

How could you be so harsh on Xie Zheng? Even though he doesn't remember you, it's not his fault.

"Look how you've upset him. Even though cultivating the path of ruthlessness might make one less concerned with others' words and actions, he's not dead, he's not without feeling. How do you feel after embarrassing him?"

So what if you don't remember? Don't you want to hold his hand? He's someone you care about, after all.

[I told you you're just stubborn, taking the opportunity to flirt. He cultivates the path of ruthlessness, but you seem even more ruthless than him.]

"It must hurt a lot, right? Your son is just trying to help you. He wants to ease your pain. Lately, you've been as stubborn as a mule."

No, that stubborn donkey has been all the rage lately. Everyone in the government office, young and old, loves him and wants to cuddle him every night, adding hay and brushing his back.

[If it hurts, just yell out, it's not shameful. After all, it's such a big worm. I can see it now, but I couldn't when the poison was cast. Now it's as thick as your finger, tsk...]

Song Chunxue gritted her teeth, beads of sweat sliding down her forehead.

Just as she felt herself about to faint, Xie Zheng grabbed her hand and took out a fresh hawthorn with his other hand.

It had obviously been stored in the storage ring for a long time, since the hawthorns weren't ripe yet this year.

Song Chunxue was in so much pain that she gasped for breath, grabbed the object, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Oh dear, Wuyou didn't cut too lightly, because she cut off the old Taoist priest's hand!

It's not too late for me to peel it now!

Suddenly, Wuyou floated in front of Daoist Yichen.

"Hehe, Master Song, it hurts too much. This Gu has grown too big. She's very angry and made me cut off one of your hands! Tell me honestly which hand you used to cast the Gu, or I'll cut off both of them!"

Master Yichen suddenly jumped up from the bench, "Brother Cao, help me! Please help me!"

"Get out of here! Who told you to cast the curse? Don't you know how many precious medicinal herbs I use every time I remove a curse?" The old doctor waved his hand. "Go ahead and cut it off. It's already a waste anyway. I can put in some effort to grow the skin and flesh back on. It's not like I can't do it."

"Anyway, you've called me a miracle doctor several times, but you've never seen me perform any miracles. We've known each other for so many years, so it won't hurt to show you."

Master Yichen stood up and ran, pleading, "Master Song, I really know I was wrong, please let me go!"

Song Chunxue gritted her teeth, spat out a hawthorn seed, [intending to scare him senseless.]

[What a pity, it was just a scare tactic. I really wanted to try cutting off his hand. I've recently started eating meat, so it's hard for me to go back to vegetarian food.]

[...] Song Chunxue relented, "Then you can peel it."

Wuyou didn't reply. Master Han had told him this before, otherwise he would have cut him down long ago!

After the time it takes to drink three cups of tea, the poison was finally neutralized.

For Song Chunxue, it was about three hours.

The worm crawled out of the blood vessels and lay quietly in the wine bowl.

Song Chunxue was covered in sweat and was now completely soaked.

Fortunately, the outer clothes don't reveal anything.

When she came to her senses, she found that Xie Zheng's hand had been pinched and turned blue.

She let go of his hand. "Sorry."

"It's nothing, you're too kind, senior brother."

"..." Sure enough, his words were unpleasant to hear.

Song Chunxue got up and walked to the door. "I'm going to walk around and cool off."

She could feel herself steaming.

Sanwa followed her out. "Mom, are you angry?"

"What are you angry about?"

"Lord Xie, I just..."

"No, your mother is in pain." Song Chunxue sighed. "I want to eat hand-pulled noodles tonight. I remember you can do it. I want the kind with fermented vegetable juice, and dried chili peppers too. Do you have any ground peppers?"

Sanwa nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, that's easy."

"I want to eat apricots again." Song Chunxue looked at the people leading donkeys on the street in the distance, as if they were going to the river to drink water. "I wonder if the two apricot trees in front of our house have apricots this year, and if they are ripe."

Looking at her quiet face, Sanwa knew she wanted to go back.

She was unhappy.

I shouldn't have joked about her and Lord Xie just now.

Mother is also a person, and a woman.

"If you want to go back, just go back and see for yourself."

Song Chunxue nodded; she could indeed come and go as she pleased now.

“I’ll go now.” She smiled. “I’ll be back before dinner.”

The wailing of Master Yichen inside the clinic suddenly stopped.

Wuyou rushed in front of her, "Come on, come on, I'll take you there." She couldn't let the Overlord Sword get there first.

He used to disdain carrying people, but now that the Overlord Sword is taking his job, he has forgotten his vow never to be a donkey again.