Huo Beiyuan opened his eyes as Qin Ge wiped the sweat from his forehead.
His face was flushed and sweaty, but his lips were pale. His thin lips were slightly pursed into a straight line, and his dark eyes were looking at Qin Ge. He could even smile at this moment. "What, little kid, are you feeling sorry for your uncle?"
"..."
Qin Ge immediately performed a handkerchief-throwing act for him, saying, "Who cares about you?"
The older man is quite delusional.
He thought to himself.
Huo Beiyuan chuckled softly.
I don't know what they're laughing at.
Qin Ge felt a strange chill run down his spine from the laughter. With a cold, handsome face, he straightened his posture, trying to appear as a doctor, and asked, "How are you feeling now? Can you feel your leg? Does it hurt?"
Huo Beiyuan was covered in sweat, but he frowned and smiled, "It hurts!"
The poison was sealed in his legs, far from his brain, tormenting him constantly, like a dull knife slowly and deliberately cutting his nerves. Huo Beiyuan thought he had gotten used to the pain, but he never expected that one day the pain could make him feel so happy and unrestrained!
How can you still laugh? You must be in so much pain!
Thinking of how the villainous boss in the original story was tortured by the strange poison to the point of becoming psychologically abnormal and developing an antisocial personality, Qin Ge felt a chill. He hoped that Huo Beiyuan would not turn evil!
His expression softened, and he stopped fussing over the older man's constant verbal flirting. He quickly offered words of care and warmth, "Uncle Huo, if it hurts, you can do something else to distract yourself. As long as you persevere, you can stand up again! Doesn't that make you happy?"
God knows, given his ruthless and taciturn personality, it must have taken a lot of effort for him to come up with these dry, unspoken words.
Seeing the boy's nervous expression, Huo Beiyuan's thin lips curled up, and his husky voice had a mature man's sexy charm, "You really want me to be able to stand up?"
Qin Ge thought to herself, "Isn't that right? I hope that once you have a healthy body, you won't turn to the dark side and think about taking revenge on society."
The boy nodded and said, "Yes."
The man asked again, "Why?"
Qin Ge frowned. He couldn't reveal his purpose in coming to the mission world as a transmigrator. After thinking for a moment, he came up with an excuse: "I can't ruin my reputation."
That's a perfect reason!
After saying that, Qin Ge couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up.
A faint, muffled chuckle escaped Huo Beiyuan's throat, but upon closer listening, it wasn't quite there. He asked, "Is that all?"
Qin Ge was puzzled. "Otherwise what?"
The man slowly closed his eyes, stopped speaking, and his furrowed brows showed signs of exhaustion.
Qin Ge didn't bother him anymore.
He observed the cooking process from the sidelines.
Occasionally, they would wipe Huo Beiyuan's sweat or give him water to replenish his fluids.
An hour later.
Qin Ge pulled out all the silver needles from the man's head.
Then he was told to "stretch out his left hand".
Qin Ge is currently known as the Little Divine Doctor, which makes him look quite dignified. Huo Beiyuan curled the corners of his mouth and did as he was told.
Qin Ge used a sterilized silver needle to pierce the man's left ring finger, and a stream of thick, black blood immediately gushed out. The black blood fell to the ground and burned a small pit into the hard marble floor, showing how potent the blood poisoning was.
Qin Ge only stopped when all the dark blood had been drained and the blood had returned to its bright red color.
Qin Ge helped the person out.
Huo Beiyuan was covered in hot, damp sweat, and his body was also covered with a thin layer of black grime.
Qin Ge also added a reduced amount of herbal medicine for cleansing tendons and marrow to the detoxification prescription, to remove the residual toxins that had accumulated in his bone marrow and blood over the years.
Of course, the dosage was not large, otherwise Huo Beiyuan's body would not be able to withstand it.
The first detox treatment was a great success.
night.
9:30.
The man, who had just taken a shower, sat in a wheelchair. His short, dark hair was slightly damp. He was wearing a black silk robe with the belt loosely tied around his waist, revealing a patch of honey-colored chest.
Qin Ge had just taken a quick shower back in his room. He had spent more than an hour in the sauna with Huo Beiyuan, and he was covered in sweat. He changed out of his sweat-soaked clothes, put on a white silk nightgown prepared by Aunt Yun, and knocked on Huo Beiyuan's door like a noble prince preparing for bed.
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