"I'm poor, brother. Hotels outside are too expensive. Two or three hundred a night, and that's for a special offer room." Ji Wuqing really didn't have much savings. He spent all his money on medicine, so he lived a rather tight life.
"Aren't you worried that after we rent it, we won't stay in Ninghai for long?"
"Don't try to trick me. Damn, I paid ten thousand." Ji Wuqing panicked and felt sorry for the small amount of money.
"Hahaha." Qin Wushuang laughed heartily, "Send me your location, I'll come find you."
"Okay."
According to the prompts on his mobile phone, Qin Wushuang arrived at the destination quickly.
To be honest, this community is average, and the facilities and greenery are very ordinary.
It’s hard for Ji Wuqing.
Such a master should have lived a life of luxury and wealth, but Ji Wuqing was frugal and calculated his life.
But from now on he will be better, at least he won't have to worry about the money to buy medicinal herbs.
Qin Wushuang came here this time to solve his congenital disease.
"Knock knock knock!" Qin Wushuang glanced at the room number and knocked on the door.
"I'm coming." Ji Wuqing opened the door and invited him in. "Come in and sit down. It's still not cleaned up properly from yesterday. Don't be disgusted."
"How could that be?" Qin Wushuang looked around. "Not bad, two bedrooms and a living room."
"Why are you disturbing my sleep so early in the morning?" Ji Wuqing went straight to the point.
Qin Wushuang took out his cell phone, found Ji Wuqing's chat box, typed quickly on it, wrote a long paragraph, and then clicked send.
"Go buy these medicines, they'd better be of sufficient age."
Ji Wuqing was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand, "You want to cure me?"
"Go quickly and come back quickly. We have something to do the day after tomorrow. We must completely eradicate your illness within two days."
That’s right, Qin Wushuang wants to bring Ji Wuqing with him when he goes to Beijing this time. It would be a shame to keep such a good fighter and capable person at home.
He needs to do some work.
"Boss, that..." Ji Wuqing grunted in embarrassment.
"What's the matter? If you have something to say, just say it. If you have something to say, just fart."
"Can you lend me some money?"
Qin Wushuang: “!!!”
"No, where's your money?" Qin Wushuang asked, "Don't you need to buy herbs every month? If you don't have money, you can buy them with chicken feathers. You won't deliberately rip me off, will you?"
"Boss, look at what you're saying." Ji Wuqing chuckled, "Did you forget that I failed in my mission?"
"How would I get the money if I didn't kill you?"
That’s right, that makes sense.
"No savings?"
"No, I don't often take missions. If you don't believe me, log in to the Dark Network. Since leaving the Ji family, I can handle all the missions I have taken with just five guards." Ji Wuqing was not crying poor, he was really poor, poorer than a broken digger.
"Well, I'm unlucky." Qin Wushuang admitted it. "Send me the card number and I'll transfer some money to you first."
"Thank you, Boss."
Qin Wushuang has always been generous, and today I went on QQ and searched just to tease him and make a joke.
He is very rich and wealthy. If one day Qin Wushuang has nothing, he will definitely have more money than he can spend.
One word: Hao!
When Ji Wuqing saw the money Qin Wushuang transferred, he shook his head and felt uncomfortable.
They both have one head on two shoulders, they are both men, and they are both warriors, so why is there such a big difference between them?
One move costs tens of millions.
What's more, you can use it first by transferring it. Tsk tsk tsk, comparing yourself will make you die, and comparing goods will make you throw them away.
With money, Ji Wuqing has no worries and can buy good things.
After taking herbal medicine for so many years, he is almost an old Chinese medicine practitioner. He can identify the quality of medicinal materials at a glance, and it is not easy for ordinary people to fool him.
After buying medicinal herbs, casseroles and other things, he rushed back without stopping.
Has spring finally arrived for him, plagued by illness since birth? Has he finally escaped the pain he was born with? With a fluttering heart and trembling hands, Ji Wuqing felt so light-headed as he walked, his mood so euphoric he nearly bumped into a telephone pole.
Dressed like a scholar, he looks as funny as can be.
After returning to his residence, Qin Wushuang began to decoct medicine.
Traditional Chinese Medicine is extensive and profound, with a long history. There is so much knowledge involved that a few grams more or less of the same herbal ingredient can have very different effects, and may even treat different diseases.
The order of the monarch, ministers, assistants and envoys is different, and there are huge discrepancies.
The difference between famous doctors and mediocre doctors lies mostly in details, and it is precisely these tiny details that are the most difficult to grasp and master.
The medicine Qin Wushuang asked Ji Wuqing to buy was mostly different from what he had taken before. He personally boiled the medicine, striving for perfection and maximizing the medicinal properties.
Ji Wuqing was hesitant and inexplicably nervous. He was neither standing nor sitting, and paced back and forth in the living room.
His feelings are understandable and clear to me.
"Okay, come and have a drink." Qin Wushuang called out an hour later.
"It's too hot just poured out. Let me wait."
"This decoction cannot be lower than 65 degrees, otherwise it will be greatly reduced in effectiveness."
"I understand." Ji Wuqing picked up the bowl and drank it directly.
This tide bar, tide grade, should be no less than 65 degrees, it should be more than 90 degrees.
It must be all bubbles.
Qin Wushuang was truly convinced.
"Ah, hiss..." Ji Wuqing screamed and sucked hard.
"Take off your clothes." Qin Wushuang ordered again.
"What?"
"I'll let you take off your armor."
"Boss, um... can you please stop doing this?" Ji Wuqing was so embarrassed that he rubbed his hands together, panic written all over his face. "I'm a man, not a stunning beauty. Although I have delicate skin, clean and fair complexion, I'm definitely a normal man, without any weird habits."
"Please don't make it difficult for me, okay? If you really like them, I can pay you to get two."
Qin Wushuang wanted to go up and kick him twice, "What are you talking about! I took off my clothes to treat your illness. Ji Wuqing, are you mentally ill? Did you lose your soul when you were a child?"
Ji Wuqing breathed a sigh of relief, "It's a complete misunderstanding. Boss, I don't believe you are that kind of person at all."
"Hurry up, don't dawdle."
"Oh!" Ji Wuqing was very timid, leaving only his boxer briefs on.
Sit cross-legged on the ground and close your eyes.
Qin Wushuang mobilized his true energy, took out the silver needle, and without hesitation stabbed it towards Ji Wuqing's head.
This acupuncture is extremely dangerous, as each needle is inserted into a fatal acupoint. If it is too shallow, it will have no miraculous effect, and if it is too deep, the person may die on the spot. It must be just right, combined with the stimulation of true Qi. If Ji Wuqing is not careful, he will be in great trouble.
Qin Wushuang was highly focused and attentive, not daring to be distracted for even a moment. He inserted silver needles one after another, and there were thirty-six of them on his head alone. You can imagine how strong it was.
This is another kind of acupuncture, called Chaos Divine Needle, which is significantly different from the Thirteen Needles of the King of Hell.
The silver needle trembled, making a series of soft sounds.
Ji Wuqing was sweating profusely, with steam rising from his crown and his face as red as fire.
After Qin Wushuang finished acupuncture, he placed one palm on the patient, and his true energy entered the patient's body through the meridians.
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