When Nan Wushang reappeared, it was an hour later. He was dressed in a flamboyant white robe, and even his hair was combed in a flowing style, making him look dashing and debonair.
Luo Xi's hands clenched and unclenched at her sides, and it took her a while to suppress the urge to beat the man up: "Let's go."
She's even more fussy than a woman; I can't stand it.
Nan Wushang ignored her and sat down at Zhang Dengzi's place, saying matter-of-factly, "I'm hungry."
Luo Xi laughed in exasperation: "Nan Wushang, you know the saying 'know when to stop,' right?"
"You can't blame me for this." Nan Wushang placed his right hand on his stomach, glanced at Chu Zhe beside him, and said sarcastically, "Your good subordinate only gives me one steamed bun a day. If it weren't for my good fortune, I would have starved to death long ago."
"I'm weak and feeble right now, I don't have the strength to treat people. Of course, if you don't mind if I kill that Le Zheng Feiyuan, we'll go now."
As he spoke, he stood up unsteadily, appearing extremely weak.
Luo Xi's lips twitched violently. She turned to look at Chu Zhe, and seeing him nod, she said, "Fine, I'll grant your wish. But if you dare to play any tricks, hmph—"
She picked up the teacup lid from the table and squeezed it hard. The hard ceramic instantly turned into powder, and when she opened her hand again, the powder disappeared without a trace with the breeze.
Nan Wushang stared at Luo Xi for a long time. Her eyes were as black as ink, and he couldn't see the bottom. At this moment, Nan Wushang had a feeling that if he dared to use any tricks, his fate might be many times worse than that cup lid.
"Don't worry, I won't leave until you tell me how to detoxify," he said.
"That would be best." Luo Xi summoned the servants and told them to quickly prepare a table full of good food, as he wasn't the only one who was hungry.
Nan Wushang was satisfied now. Luo Xi thought she could finally have some peace and quiet, but before two seconds had passed, that annoying voice came again.
"Luo Xi, how exactly did you cure the poison? I had more than one type of poison. I don't believe you really have an antidote?"
Loxi ignored him and started eating a piece of lamb.
Nan Shang touched his nose, finally calming down.
At this moment, Xiao Yi, who was cleaning up the mess outside the courtyard, walked in: "Boss, my men have cleaned up the outside, but..."
He paused, then said with concern, "These people are indeed the private soldiers of the Left Prime Minister's residence. Now that we have killed them all, we have made a complete enemy of the Left Prime Minister's residence."
“No problem.” Luo Xi had already thought about this: “We have already offended the court to death, why should we be afraid of a mere Left Chancellor?”
"As long as we defeat the imperial army, what can the Left Chancellor do to us?"
Xiao Yi thought about it and agreed: "Then I will go to the city wall again and see if there is anything else that needs attention."
Rosie nodded: "Go ahead."
Once Xiao Yi was out of sight, Nan Wushang clicked his tongue and said, "No wonder you were so eager to save Le Zheng Feiyuan. It turns out your commander is a good-for-nothing."
Since they themselves have rebelled against the court, does Xiao Yi really expect the Left Prime Minister to stand on their side?
Rosie: "..."
She knew Xiao Yi was just average, but wasn't it a bit too much for him to talk about her subordinate in front of her?
"Shut up, just focus on saving people."
Nan Wushang scoffed and fell silent.
After they finished eating, it was completely dark. Just to be on the safe side, Luo Xi had no choice but to say, "Tell me what you need to prepare, and I'll have someone prepare it first. You can treat me tomorrow, okay?"
“Okay.” Nan Wushang was naturally indifferent. After thinking for a moment, he rattled off a bunch of information: “Le Zheng Feiyuan is just unconscious. He won’t die if we delay treatment for a day or two.”
He stood up as he spoke: "Where's my room? I'm going to sleep."
"A room?" Luo Xi stood up, walked to Nan Wushang's side, gave him a super bright smile, and then swiftly chopped him with a chop to the back of the neck: "I'll arrange it for you."
"You—" Nan Wushang felt a numbness in the back of his neck, his vision went black, and he instantly collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Luo Xi walked closer and kicked him. Seeing that the man was no longer moving, she nodded in satisfaction: "Chu Zhe, drag him with you."
Chu Zhe couldn't help but laugh: "Captain, you're still as cunning as ever."
"Stop talking nonsense." Luo Xi glanced at him, thought for a moment and then said, "Forget it, you should just carry him on your back, so that when he wakes up tomorrow, he won't have to take a bath and change clothes again."
She doesn't have time to wait for him to take a shower every day.
"Okay." Chu Zhe walked over, picked the person up, and slung him over his shoulder like a sack: "Let's go."
Rosie: "..."
Okay, as long as people don't get dirty, the position doesn't matter.
Luo Xi led the person to an empty courtyard and had Chu Zhe throw him onto the bed. After thinking for a moment, she took out an iron chain and fastened it to Nan Wushang's feet. Then she ordered no one to approach before leaving with Chu Zhe.
Early the next morning, Luo Xi led a disgruntled Nan Wushang to General Yue Zheng's mansion, where everyone from the Yue Zheng family was waiting, eagerly anticipating what was to come.
"Master, can Wu Lang really be cured?" The old lady saw the servant leading Luo Xi over and quickly went to greet him.
Luo Xi neither said yes nor no: "Nan Wushang said he's willing to give it a try."
The old lady was taken aback, then curtsied to Luo Xi and said, "Thank you, Chief."
The Poison Doctor was unwilling a few days ago, but now he has agreed. The boss must have promised him something.
Luo Xi was about to speak when Nan Wushang said in a harsh tone, "Are you going to treat me or not? If not, I'm leaving."
They actually knocked him unconscious! That's outrageous!
"Of course." Luo Xi didn't bother arguing with Nan Wushang and led him into Yue Zhengfeiyuan's room. The person on the bed was still quiet, as if he were asleep.
“Let’s begin,” she said, pointing to the things that had already been prepared.
Nan Wushang didn't move, but pointed to the room full of people and said, "Get out."
After thinking for a moment, Luo Xi agreed with his approach: "Everyone except the old lady should leave. Too many people in the room might not be a good thing."
The other younger members of the Lezheng family wanted to stay, but they also knew that it was not appropriate for too many people to watch the doctor during treatment, so they all left reluctantly.
After the door to the room closed again, Nan Wushang walked to the bedside and began to carefully examine the person.
To be honest, when this person was focused on treating Le Zhengfeiyuan, he really did have the air of a divine doctor, with skillful techniques and a focused and serious expression.
Both Luo Xi and the old lady breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they had real skills, it didn't matter if their attitude was a little bad.
After a short while, Nan Wushang finished his examination, but he said, "The blood clot in his head is too large, and it is basically impossible to remove it with silver needles."
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