Jun Zichen took out a pillow from somewhere and handed it to An Ran. An Ran took the pillow and sat on the soft fur. Lying on the soft pillow, An Ran sighed, "Rich people are different. They just know how to enjoy life!"
Jun Zichen heard An Ran's sigh and laughed. He said to An Ran, "Master An, can we start now?"
An Ran nodded, looked at Jun Zichen, and said with a bit of seriousness: "I just took your pulse. If I'm not mistaken, you've been poisoned by the Seven-Colored Immortal Poison. As the name suggests, if you're poisoned by this, even an immortal will die.
The pill I just gave you can only suppress your cough and relieve your symptoms. Later, I will use this Ice Soul Divine Needle to give you acupuncture to remove the toxins in your body. Since you have been poisoned for too long, the toxins have penetrated deep into your meridians. You must undergo acupuncture multiple times... Moreover, I have to combine it with a medicinal bath to help you completely remove the toxins.
I mean, let's go back to the city and find an inn to stay in. Um... it'll take at least a month, and it'll be more convenient to go back to the city, and it'll be easier to buy herbs and other things."
When Jun Zichen heard that An Ran was confident in curing him, he happily agreed almost the moment An Ran finished speaking. It's just a month in the city, what's the problem?!
An Ran nodded and smiled faintly at Jun Zichen: What an obedient patient, she likes him!
Hmm... I just have one more question... "The pill I just gave you will stop coughing for the next two days, but your cough will get worse after two days. Do you want me to start treating you now or after we return to the city?"
Jun Zichen looked at An Ran and smiled playfully: "I thought you were ready to treat me when you came up just now."
An Ran's mouth twitched at what Jun Zichen said, and then she said to Jun Zichen in a somewhat unpleasant tone: "Take off your shirt, the kind that is naked!"
Jun Zichen's mouth curled up slightly: "It seems that the little girl is not easily teased." He still took off his upper body clothes as he was told, revealing his strong body.
An Ran blushed slightly as she looked at Jun Zichen's naked body. She had never thought that someone who looked so frail could have such a great figure! Broad shoulders and narrow hips, all bones wrapped in muscle, not the skinny body one might imagine. Although he didn't have eight-pack abs, he didn't have a single trace of fat. Continuing to look down, she seemed to be able to see the figure wrapped in the clothes underneath!
"How is it? I have a pretty good figure, right..." Jun Zichen saw An Ran looking at his body so obsessed with it, with a hint of shyness on her face, and couldn't help but want to tease her.
An Ran finally woke up from her infatuated state. As she listened to Jun Zichen's questions, the blush on her face spread even more vigorously to the base of her neck. An Ran couldn't help but despise herself in her heart: It's just a half-naked man. I've seen him before in my previous life. Why am I so infatuated with him?
Jun Zichen looked at An Ran's shy appearance, and his smile became even wider. She was still pretending to be a man. He couldn't help but pinch An Ran's little face and said to her teasingly, "How is it? Master An, can we start?"
An Ran angrily knocked Jun Zichen's hand away, glared at him, and said in a bad tone: "Sit still, it may hurt a little, but you will be fine if you bear it."
After saying that, he took out four Ice Soul Divine Needles, and used his mental power to drive the volcanic magma to flow towards the needle tip. When the entire needle was really as warm as spring, An Ran took the needle, found the acupuncture point, and rubbed the vital point with each needle. By the time these four needles were inserted, fine sweat had already seeped out of An Ran's forehead.
Jun Zichen was not relieved either. Although he was prepared, he still felt a tearing pain when An Ran inserted the first needle, as if something was trying to force its way out of his body. By the time An Ran had inserted all four needles, Jun Zichen's face was completely distorted, with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.
An Ran did not stop. This time, An Ran took out a total of twenty-four needles, twelve of which were inserted around the three bruises on the chest, and twelve were inserted into the three bruises on the abdomen.
After inserting these needles, An Ran's face was so pale that not a trace of blood could be seen. She reached out and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her mental power slowly dissipated from her body again. She used her mental power to control the needles, making them shake continuously.
As the needles trembled, the painful expression on Jun Zichen's face became more and more obvious. Two purple-black bruises the size of palms appeared on his body again. As time passed, the color of these bruises gradually deepened and bulged. Jun Zichen became more and more painful. He felt that something in his body was about to break out, and the lip he bit was already oozing blood.
When the bruise had risen to about four centimeters, An Ran immediately took out eight needles and distributed them around the raised black bruise. She then sent a message to Xiao Ai beside her, asking her to take out two larger bottles.
Xiao Ai had just taken out two bottles when the bruises couldn't wait to break out of the body. An Ran snatched the bottle from Xiao Ai's hand and quickly covered the bruises with it. All the black stuff that came out was sprayed into the bottle.
An Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly withdrew his mental power. An Ran rubbed his dizzy head and couldn't help but sigh: I really overestimated myself. I didn't expect the toxins in his body to be so overbearing. This mental power must have been cultivated for several years, otherwise he would have fainted today.
An Ran sighed, resisted the urge to fall asleep, removed the needles from Jun Zichen's body, placed them aside in the cold jade box, and prepared to go back to clean and disinfect them.
As soon as the needle was removed, Jun Zichen couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. It was black, just like the blood in the bottle.
After a long while, Jun Zichen finally opened his eyes. Looking at the pale An Ran in front of him, a trace of heartache flashed across his eyes. He said to An Ran gently, "Thank you. I feel much better now. The heavy feeling has eased a bit, and my body feels much more relaxed."
An Ran waved at him and said, "It's okay. Let me sleep in your place first. Wake me up when we get to Xinghu City." After saying that, she lay down without waiting for Jun Zichen's consent.
When Xiao Ai saw An Ran lying down, she knew that her sister's mental strength had been excessively depleted and she needed to rest well. She stayed with An Ran and kept watching Jun Zichen vigilantly, but she was childish at heart, so after just over half an hour, she lay down with An Ran in the carriage.
Jun Zichen looked at An Ran's defenseless sleeping face, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes. He knew that this was due to excessive mental exhaustion. He helped An Ran adjust her position so that she could sleep more comfortably. Then he called the guards to replace the bloodstained fur and ordered Uncle Li to drive the carriage back to the city.
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