One course of treatment lasts seven days.
This is a pattern that Shang Yanting discovered after giving her the Primordial Primordial Elixir twice.
When it was time for the third time to take the Primordial Taiyi Pill, Jia Xitong clutched the hem of his clothes, her movements somewhat hesitant, "Host, dear..."
"Um?"
"Could you give me the defective Yuan Chu Tai Yi Pill, and also give me a successful one?"
Although Shang Yanting hadn't made things difficult for her the previous two times, Jia Xitong still felt that the Shang Yanting in the original story didn't really like her that much. If it was really as she imagined, then the Primordial Taiyi Pill was her life-saving treasure.
This feeling is somewhat like...
You have to pay protection money to get medical treatment.
However, the materials used to make the Primordial Taiyi Pill are extremely precious, and the Primordial Taiyi Pill itself is also extremely limited.
Shang Yanting had gone to great lengths to refine it, but he couldn't bear to eat it himself, saving it for her to cure her illness. Yet he was going to give it away to someone else; the thought of it filled him with a deep sense of guilt.
Feeling guilty, Jia Xitong spoke up before Shang Yanting could react, "Actually, it's not necessary. I've already eaten a lot."
Do you think I'd complain about you eating too much?
Shang Yanting countered with a question.
He bent down and picked up the small bag hanging from her waist, put the medicine bottle containing two substandard Yuan Chu Tai Yi Pills into it, and also put in two successful Yuan Chu Tai Yi Pills. "What's mine is yours. I won't mind if you eat as many as you want."
"Then, what if I want to give it away?"
Shang Yanting's gentlemanly expression immediately changed drastically, "You dare?"
What I gave back to you one second ago is now yours; the next second it's become "You dare?"
A fickle man.
But he's really nice.
"Host, dear!"
Jia Xitong hugged him tightly, her arms clenching as if she wanted to hold him close to her chest. "In my heart, you are a one and only treasure!"
Jia Xitong felt she was confessing her feelings, while Shang Yanting thought, "Shouldn't this be happening?" The two couldn't quite grasp each other's intentions, yet the atmosphere was surprisingly pleasant.
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Jia Xitong took the pills.
In the blink of an eye, she was back in the original story.
In the original story, Shang Yanting was lying on an altar at this moment, having just completed a sacrifice.
To become a dragon, you have to lose something.
He chose to sacrifice some insignificant emotions in exchange for a complete dragon armor. He slowly crushed his original scales, using external force to completely transform the serpent's body into a true dragon.
Now all he needs to do is wait, wait for himself to fully accept and adapt to his current body.
But this dragon is a treasure from head to toe.
The baby will then become a source of worry.
His bleeding attracted underground monsters and vermin, which were gnawing at his flesh and sucking his blood. The more he was bitten, the more blood he lost, and the more blood he lost, the more monsters were drawn to his flesh.
He was unable to move.
But he felt it was magnified tenfold.
He could clearly feel the tiny insects crawling onto his skin and then biting into his flesh with their pincers... It was excruciating.
"Whoa!"
"Get out of my way, you dead bug!"
As soon as Jia Xitong opened her eyes, she saw the miserable state of Shang Yanting from the original novel.
The first time we met, he was feeding insects in a burrow.
During this meeting, he lay on the ground feeding insects.
He seems to have an unbreakable bond with insects.
She sprinkled insect repellent powder around Shang Yanting from the original work, but the dragon blood was just too attractive, and the insects even crawled towards Shang Yanting despite the effects of the medicine.
If medicine can't drive it away, then fire is the only option.
She piled up dry firewood around the altar and started burning it around Shang Yanting. A crackling sound filled the air, and the smell of burning insects spread around.
Jia Xitong picked up the dry firewood that was already burning and burned the insects that had crawled onto the altar to death.
In the original story, Shang Yanting was still wearing his own old clothes.
The blood had congealed into clots and stuck to her clothes, along with hidden insects and various other filth. You see, her husband, Shang Yanting, is usually incredibly fastidious; even washing his face with warm foot water at night will make him pout for ages.
Without comparison, there is no sense of tragedy.
Even Jia Xitong, with her heart of stone, felt a pang of sympathy for Shang Yanting from the original novel.
She cleaned the altar, which was covered with the corpses of bedbugs, and then began to undress him.
The tiny insects hidden inside fell out as she shook out her clothes. As soon as they hit the ground, they quickly crawled back towards Shang Yanting, only to be crushed to death by Jia Xitong's embroidered bear shoes.
In a short while, Shang Yanting was stripped naked.
That damned system has actually maintained the censorship mode here. Everywhere you look, the key parts are completely pixelated, giving no one a chance to observe properly.
It's like guarding against thieves.
Jia Xitong scoffed dismissively, then took out a small handkerchief to clean the insects and festering wounds on his body.
On the altar
Shang Yanting, the author of the original work, was able to sense this.
He knew exactly what the other person was doing to him, but he was more wary of the person who was treating his wounds than of the insects crawling and biting on him.
There's no such thing as a free lunch.
No one is kind to another person for no reason.
If you receive a small favor from someone, you may need to repay them double.
roll!
Take your hands off me!
Shang Yanting's body stiffened, and he screamed silently.
He doesn't need anyone's help!
Oh, your breathing has become rapid.
While cleaning the wound on his chest, Jia Xitong noticed his chest heaving rapidly and thought he was about to wake up. But he didn't.
It seems like you're in a lot of physical pain.
She reached out and touched his forehead; it wasn't hot, but rather unusually cold. In the torchlight, his lips appeared a dark purple.
Jia Xitong's previously slow and hesitant movements suddenly became much faster.
After quickly cleaning his wounds, I wrapped him up in thicker clothes.
Surrounded by four blazing flames and a thick cotton-padded coat worn only in the dead of winter, Jia Xitong immediately applied strong medicine, making the originally slightly cool Shang Yanting unbearably hot.
It really is...
Why pretend to take care of him?
A surge of anger suddenly made Shang Yanting, who had been completely immobilized, open his eyes. He stared at Jia Xitong expressionlessly, revealing his truest emotions only in his most vulnerable moments.
There was no gratitude, only hostility.
Unfortunately, the light was too dazzling, making it impossible for Jia Xitong to see clearly. She only felt that Shang Yanting's eyes were wide open like copper bells, which was quite comical.
She found Shang Yanting's tattered backpack again and carefully examined its contents.
He had lost all his clothes and eaten all his medicine. But the talismans and pills she gave him were useless, and he didn't touch the food either.
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