Chapter 37 Do you want to do it yourself, or do you want me to do it?
Jiang Qiu finally died under someone's indescribable torture.
I have a fever.
In this world of cultivating immortals, there are actually cultivators who are sick and have fever. What does this mean?
It's extremely rare.
Even Lang Zhong, who had not been summoned for a long time and was suddenly summoned, was quite puzzled.
He was so shocked that he kept reflecting on himself along the way whether the twenty spirit stones he embezzled last month had been discovered by his superiors and they were now holding him accountable.
The young doctor was sweating as he walked. When he arrived at the Demon Palace and saw the great protector, he became even more anxious to find out more.
"Sir, what does His Majesty want me to do today?"
The Great Protector glanced at him and said awkwardly, "I'll just call you. Why do you have to choose a day?"
In fact, even the Great Protector couldn't tell what was going on.
He had been on duty for the past few days, but he heard some indescribable noises...
The Great Protector was distressed upon hearing the noise. The dejected voice made his ears red. He knew what was happening inside without thinking. However, the Right Protector was a bit stupid. He ran over to ask what the Third Brother was shouting about inside and whether he was beaten again.
The Great Protector was extremely annoyed and had no choice but to coax the idiot away. He had to be on duty for several days and nights in a row, and his eyes were covered with dark circles.
When he met the talkative doctor, he naturally vented the frustration he had been feeling for the past few days and nights.
The doctor accidentally became a firecracker barrel for anger.
The doctor was startled by the scolding. Are all the adults in the Demon Palace so difficult to talk to?
Now, he felt even more frightened when he stepped into the Demon Lord's bedroom.
However, he was dumbfounded as soon as he entered the bedroom.
This handsome man in luxurious clothes, who is so oppressive and looks so handsome that one cannot look up to him, must be the Demon Lord Feng Li.
So, could the other woman on the couch, curled up with her back to him, be the Demon Concubine?
The Demon Concubine is sick?
The doctor felt more and more that his guess was reasonable. Fortunately, he was not being held accountable for corruption but was treating the Demon Concubine. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Li: "What are you standing there for? Did I call you over here to just stand there?"
Feng Li's extremely impatient eyes swept over the trembling doctor.
The man's heart skipped a beat and he hurried over.
Feng Li: "Turn around."
Jiang Qiu curled his lips and turned over in the quilt.
Damn it, this culprit actually gave him a fever,
Simply——bt.
He accidentally pulled the wound and pulled his mouth in pain.
The doctor then saw the sickly concubine.
It’s actually a man!!!
The doctor was stunned.
Although Jiang Qiu was dressed neatly under the quilt, his cheeks and ears were flushed, especially his red, moon-like lips. It was impossible that he had pursed them himself...
Although Jiang Qiu was wrapped tightly in a quilt, the moment the doctor stretched out his hand to take Jiang Qiu's pulse and moved the quilt, he still caught a glimpse of some indescribable marks on Jiang Qiu's neck. There was hardly a single piece of good flesh.
The doctor's old face suddenly turned red. Isn't this too cruel?
Although he was shocked that the Demon Lord also had a homosexual tendency, he was a veteran doctor who had seen all kinds of strange stories in the martial arts world. He quickly calmed down and said:
"Your Excellency, this..." For a moment, I didn't know how to address him. "This sir is just suffering from a fever due to overwork. He just needs a little rest."
After saying that, he hesitated again.
Feng Li looked impatient, "Just say what you want to say."
"I have a secret remedy that, if used regularly, will prevent these symptoms and also have a nourishing effect. I wonder if your Majesty..."
Feng Li raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"
Jiang Qiu knew it was not a good medicine when he heard it, and cursed in his heart.
There was no medicine to improve cultivation, but there were a lot of strange folk remedies.
Is your medical skill biased?
That night,
Inside the sleeping hall.
Jiang Qiu looked at Feng Li's palm...
Is this a fucking medicine?
Whose medicine looks like this?
Jiang Qiu couldn't help but shrink towards the foot of the bed, but Feng Li grabbed his ankle and pulled him down.
He narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"You do it yourself, or let me do it."
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