"Alas..." Fang Jian looked at Yan Daoqing with eyes full of sighs, which made Yan Daoqing feel uneasy.

"Brother Fang, why are you sighing?" Yan Daoqing asked with a guilty conscience, but he kept the same smile on his face.

Fang Jian said slowly, "I'm really touched. Brother Yan, you came to share the wine with me as soon as you had it. How can I not be touched?"

Yan Daoqing laughed heartily, then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Brother Fang, you're being too formal. Come on, come on, have a drink."

As he spoke, Yan Daoqing picked up the wine glass and handed it to Fang Jian.

Fang Jian took the wine glass and said to Yan Daoqing, "No more words to say. I'll drink first as a sign of respect." After that, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all. Then he showed the empty glass to Yan Daoqing specifically.

"Brother Fang is so generous." Yan Daoqing quickly picked up the bottle and poured Fang Jian another glass. "Come on, come on, Brother Fang, have another drink."

Fang Jian didn't refuse. He drank whatever Yan Daoqing poured. After drinking four or five cups in a row, Fang Jian asked, "Huh? Brother Yan, why are you only trying to persuade me to drink, but you yourself don't drink?"

Yan Daoqing was stunned for a moment, then he looked down at his wine glass and said with a smile, "Drink, drink, drink."

As he said this, he put down the bottle, picked up his own wine glass, and paid attention to Fang Jian's changes.

After Fang Jian drank four or five glasses of wine, he felt a little drunk in the mountain breeze. "Uh... this wine is really strong. Brother Yan, you drink first. I... I'll lie down for a while."

After saying that, Fang Jian lay down on the ground, closed his eyes and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

Yan Daoqing quickly poured the wine in his glass aside, and then began to observe Fang Jian carefully.

After about a cup of tea, Fang Jian fell into a deeper sleep, and Yan Daoqing was completely relieved.

Fang Jian didn't have any problems, which meant that Doctor He's pills were fine. If the pills were fine, then Doctor He was fine too, so he could rest assured.

Looking at Fang Jian who was snoring in his sleep, Yan Daoqing patted his butt and stood up, then turned around and went back to feed Zhou Ruhua medicine.

Yan Daoqing's little thoughts were not hidden from Doctor He at all, but Doctor He did not care. What she wanted was Yan Daoqing to build a temple for her. As for whether Yan Daoqing suspected her, she did not care.

Time passed, white clouds moved, and in the blink of an eye, another seven days had passed.

Under the nourishment of the solid soul-protecting pill for seven days, Zhou Ruhua's body and soul have reached the limit that a mortal can achieve.

Zhou Ruohua, who could not even hold chopsticks steadily on normal days, can now run on the ground and even play the game of "you run in front and I chase you from behind" with Yan Daoqing in the persimmon forest on the top of the mountain.

Sometimes Yan Daoqing couldn't even catch up with Zhou Ruohua, which shows how good Zhou Ruohua's current condition is.

Yan Daoqing also repeatedly sighed that Doctor He was indeed worthy of his reputation. With just one pill, he made his wife's body dozens of times stronger.

However, when Yan Daoqing and Zhou Ruohua returned to Yunxiaju, Doctor He came out with a serious face and called them into the house.

Looking at the serious expression on Doctor He's face, Yan Daoqing and Zhou Ruhua were both startled. Could it be...that there was something wrong?

After entering the house, Doctor He said to Yan Daoqing in an extremely serious tone: "Tonight is a very critical time. If your wife can survive tonight safely, she will be completely cured. If not, then..."

Yan Daoqing became anxious upon hearing this and quickly asked, "Divine Doctor He, is my wife's illness still not healed?"

Doctor He said, "Your wife's illness has not been completely cured. The pills she took for the past seven days were only for the symptoms. Starting tonight, you need to take the medicine that can cure the disease."

Because tonight is the end of Zhou Ruohua's life. No matter how well the solid nourishing pill nourishes Zhou Ruohua's body, his fate is always determined. Once his fate comes, he will die.

So tonight we have to cure Zhou Ruohua's root cause, which means we have to snatch Zhou Ruohua back from the hands of the underworld.

As he spoke, Doctor He took out a jade box from the medicine cabinet behind him. He opened the jade box, and the fragrance of the elixir immediately filled the entire room.

"This is the elixir that cures the root of the disease." Divine Doctor He said slowly, "It was passed down from my master. This is the only one left."

At this point, Doctor He's gaze fell on Yan Daoqing, "I hope you don't forget your promise."

Upon hearing this, Yan Daoqing immediately bowed and said, "If the miracle doctor can cure the root of my wife's illness, I can build not just one temple, but ten."

"Okay, I'll remember what you said." Divine Doctor He finished speaking and handed the jade box to Yan Daoqing. "Take it with clean water and lie down on the bed immediately. This medicine is very effective. Madam will fall asleep immediately after lying down. You just need to wait inside the room, but remember, don't make any noise to disturb her."

Yan Daoqing quickly took the jade box and bowed again, "Thank you, genius doctor. I will keep this in mind."

Fang Jian once again used the tree branch to transform himself into a sleeping form, and then his real body disappeared into the courtyard.

He saw Yan Daoqing holding the jade box in his right hand and holding Zhou Ruhua's hand with his left hand as he entered the house.

"Dingming Pill." Fang Jian recognized the pill in the jade box in Yan Daoqing's hand. It was a pill specially used in conjunction with the life-covering formation.

The life-concealing formation combined with the Dingming Pill can basically conceal a person's fate. Moreover, as long as the Dingming Pill is taken, even if the person is dead and his soul has left the body, his physical body will not be affected in any way within seventy-two hours. It will still be exactly the same as when he was alive, and he will even keep breathing.

Fang Jian waited quietly. He knew that Zhou Ruhua would die at midnight, but it was only the first quarter of 11am.

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