"You sell fake medicine?" Yuan Qingli frowned, casting a disdainful glance at her.
Mu Yingshan angrily retorted: "Nonsense!"
To admit that he sells fake medicine is even more painful than calling him a demon.
"If you're not selling fake medicine, then why haven't my symptoms improved after taking it?" Yuan Qingli coughed as she spoke.
"I'm not some quack doctor selling fake medicine, how could I possibly cure all diseases?" Mu Yingshan retorted sarcastically. "This medicine is only effective for internal and external injuries, it won't work here."
Mu Yingshan reached out and tapped his forehead.
"You mean, I was subjected to a psychological attack?" Yuan Qingli suddenly realized.
"Yes, just like my state just now, being possessed by a demon is also a form of mental attack."
"So, your regaining of clarity just now was due to the effects of the rose I gave you?"
“That’s right. Now that it’s proven that roses have special uses, go get another petal for yourself.”
After Mu Yingshan finished speaking, he felt that the taste lingering on his lips was a bit strange. He spat twice, but the taste still wouldn't go away.
Yuan Qingli pointed to the bathroom and told him to go rinse his mouth.
With that, Yuan Qingli propped herself up and sat on the edge of the bed, instantly collapsing like a shrimp.
He said ambiguously, "It's not easy to get them now, and those two pieces were an accident. It's okay, I can bear it... I'll take a nap first."
Mu Yingshan must never find out that she picked the rose petals from under the black horse's hooves!
And it was on a ground covered with black horse droppings.
But then again, is it the effect of the roses or the culinary disaster?
If it's the effect of some terrible cooking, she'd rather die than try it.
Yuan Qingli closed her eyes drowsily, her subconscious telling her that the pain would lessen if she slept a little longer.
No matter how many different lying positions she tried, she couldn't fall asleep. In her mind, besides the pain, all that remained was wakefulness.
This feeling of the unknown is terrifying.
My blood felt like it was flowing backwards, and my whole body was ice cold.
She struggled to her feet, exhausted, in pain, and anxious, and reached out to grab a patch of green.
"Take me downstairs to the front desk to find Jin Wuwu..."
Mu Yingshan opened his mouth, which tasted slightly bland, and asked in confusion, "Who is Jin Wuwu? Is that the name of the black-hatted ghost?"
After finishing his explanation, he contradicted himself, muttering, "No, this is already the next game instance. Oh, it's the innkeeper's wife."
After digesting his thoughts, he lowered his eyes and glanced at Yuan Qingli, asking her a kind question.
"How do you want to get down? Lying on my sword, or do you want me to carry you?"
"What's wrong with you? Don't you know how to be gentle with the fairy?" Yuan Qingli said, heartbroken.
After a pause, she angrily squeezed out the words, almost through gritted teeth: "You're not allowed to carry it like a sack of potatoes."
Finally, Yuan Qingli was carried down to the first floor by Mu Yingshan, who held her between his waist and arm, in what is commonly known as the "armpit position."
Yuan Qingli: Mu Yingshan, listen to me, thank you.
Jin Wuwu was not at the front desk on the first floor.
Yuan Qingli rested her elbows on the front desk and scanned the room with her eyes. There was a business card holder next to the computer. She took out a card and put it in her pocket.
Then he instructed Mu Yingshan to look for boxes such as medicine boxes.
The 500-year-old pills from Mu Yingshan didn't work, possibly because they were imported. Perhaps the medicine from this world could be effective for her.
Mu Yingshan found nothing.
"Make a call." Yuan Qingli slowly moved to the landline and dialed the number of the boss printed on the business card.
I waited for a long time, but no one answered.
Just as Yuan Qingli was about to hang up, a sound came from the other end. The sound was piercing, like the sound of a record player being scraped by a blade, which gave people the creeps.
"...What...can...you...help..."
The fragmented words, carrying an electric current, entered my ears.
Yuan Qingli frowned, feeling a sharp pain in her ear for a moment.
After she calmed down, she said, "I'm looking for Boss Jin."
"Excuse me, the boss isn't here. Sir, is there anything else you need..."
"It's like this. I'm on my period and my stomach is really painful. I don't know if there's any medicine? Or if there's a medical clinic, could you tell me where it is? I'll go there myself."
Yuan Qingli felt her stomach churning, but it wasn't a sign of vomiting. Suddenly, she noticed a sweet taste in her throat.
"Oh! Are you feeling unwell, sir? I'm sorry, we don't have a medical clinic in our park, but you can go to the service center lobby and ask the staff member wearing a... colorful clown costume for help."
Yuan Qingli covered the corner of her mouth, which was oozing blood, and tried her best to express her wish that the other person repeat it again: "Excuse me, I didn't hear you clearly. What color? Could you say it again?"
She had reason to believe that this was another deliberate attempt to sabotage her; the first two sentences had gone perfectly fine!
Moreover, she was also puzzled. According to the sword immortal, this was a mental attack, so why did she vomit blood?
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