Chapter 50 Crossing by Mouth
No wonder Fu Leng was staring at his young master like the apple of his eye.
No wonder the county magistrate doesn't bother coming to the courtyard anymore.
Sigh, this is turning a blind eye!
The rumors weren't entirely unfounded.
"Miss Lu, did you also take off my young master's pants last time?" Fu Leng asked cautiously.
Lu Qingqing said coldly, "Sorry, I need to get the needle in."
Fu Leng breathed a slight sigh of relief.
It seems to be a subconscious reaction from the young master; he won't remember it after waking up.
Fortunately, the young master was too weak, otherwise Lu Qingqing would probably have been killed with a single blow.
Young master's pants must not be taken off by outsiders, or they will go crazy!
But soon, Fu Leng's expression turned strange again.
"Miss Lu...you often take off...the patients' pants?"
Lu Qingqing: "..."
Damn it, she's taken off quite a lot of clothes!
But can she admit it?
Besides, she only took off half of her clothes; her young master didn't reveal anything he shouldn't have!
"No, I'm a new doctor. I used to practice at home. Your son is the first one."
"Oh, please continue, young lady."
Lu Qingqing, with a cold face, finished the needlework once and then put it away.
Fu Leng remained shocked.
This was the most amazing needlework he had ever seen! With a gentle touch, the needle was withdrawn, leaving not a trace on the skin!
The needle is inserted randomly.
Some times she would stop for a moment and then pull away, and he would think she had made a mistake. However, the next moment, she would drop down to the same spot again.
It flows smoothly and is so dazzling that I can't remember it at all.
How could this person have just started practicing medicine!
This acupuncture technique is even more cunning than the Ghost Hand Stabilizing Yang Needle of the Holy Physician Sect!
"Miss Lu, what is the name of this acupuncture technique? It seems completely different from the techniques of other doctors."
Fu Lengjian saw the doctor perform acupuncture, at least eighty or one hundred times, yet he couldn't quite grasp the pattern of Lu Qingqing's needle insertion.
Isn't it said that all medical skills in the world are of the same lineage and largely the same?
"It's something I created myself, and it's called: Even if the King of Hell comes, he can't take you away."
Fu Leng: "..."
This name... sounds too playful at first.
Listen again, and it's downright arrogant and domineering!
For a moment, Fu Leng's gaze towards Lu Qingqing became even more different.
We blamed him for being blind before; it turns out this miracle doctor was hiding his true abilities.
It almost harmed the young master!
Lu Qingqing finished her acupuncture.
He lifted Xu Rui up by his head and patted him on the back.
"Pfft—"
Xu Rui spat out a mouthful of black blood.
He almost sprayed Fu Leng's face with his own.
No, Miss Lu's healing methods are too powerful!
This really isn't retaliation!
If you're going to retaliate, you should retaliate against him, not against the young master!
"Miss Lu, please be gentle, please be gentle, my young master could be blown away by a gust of wind..."
That slap might break some bones!
Fu Leng's face showed undisguised heartache.
Lu Qingqing: You're so heartbroken over such a small amount of force.
They were so afraid that people wouldn't know about their relationship that they didn't bother to hide it at all.
"I'll grab a jar and collect some of the poisonous blood to study."
Fu Leng quickly grabbed a bowl.
"Mo Lang, hot water!" he called out towards the door.
Mo Lang brought in hot water almost immediately, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
Fu Leng knelt by the bed, his tall body bent, and gently wiped Xu Rui's mouth with a clean, white handkerchief.
It's like treating fragile porcelain.
Indeed, even steel can be transformed into something soft and yielding.
It's amazing how such a cold and hard man can be so gentle in his actions.
Lu Qingqing clicked her tongue, then turned her head and saw Mo Lang standing to the side.
Mo Lang is a person with very little presence.
He always seemed to stand in the corner, rarely making a sound.
He had handsome features but an indifferent expression.
At this moment, he, like Fu Leng, was filled with anxiety that almost overflowed, and his hands were clenched nervously.
Although he didn't say anything, Lu Qingqing could already hear his thoughts: Gently, gently! You bastard!
Oh, Grandma Taishan, look what she's discovered!
A world of three, crowded yet harmonious.
Lu Qingqing smelled the poisonous blood and could only distinguish two components.
All are highly poisonous.
If I'm not mistaken, there are at least a dozen kinds of poisons inside, and these poisons react to produce new toxins, which is why she couldn't smell them.
This is troublesome.
Trying them one by one would be exhausting.
"Miss Lu, can my young master be saved?"
Fu Leng and Mo Lang both looked at Lu Qingqing.
I said I wasn't sure.
Also, this acupuncture needle is very potent; he's already had it done twice, so he can't have any more acupuncture for at least six months. Here's a prescription for you to drink first; I'll study the toxins further."
“Miss Lu, why don’t you stay at the county government office for now? I’ll send someone to let you know if you need anything, and I’ll also send someone to find it for you.”
Although Fu Leng asked, he did not actually seek Lu Qingqing's opinion.
Lu Qingqing's eyes turned cold, and Fu Leng immediately knelt down again.
Mo Lang was a beat behind and knelt down as well.
“Miss Lu, as long as you save my young master, Fu Leng is at your disposal.”
Lu Qingqing was furious.
This is a soft prisoner.
She'll kill that guy surnamed Fu sooner or later!
In the evening, she ordered ten dishes in one go!
I don't know who made it, but it tastes even worse than my dad's.
Then, Fu Leng came to inform us that his young master had woken up.
“Miss Lu, my young master refuses to eat or drink medicine. Could you please think of a solution?” Fu Leng’s eyes were red, and his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton.
Lu Qingqing was speechless.
This is so different from the Fu Leng she had seen before!
"If he won't drink, force-feed him. Does he have any strength to resist now?"
No, that won't do.
"Don't come to me if you can't do it, there's nothing I can do!"
"Miss Lu...Miss Lu, you must have a way." Fu Leng was unwilling to give up and kept nagging like a broken record.
"Miss Lu, please think of a way. Any amount of silver is fine."
"land……"
"Stop! I have a plan."
Fu Leng's eyes lit up.
"Pinch the chin with your hand to stabilize the back of the head, and then pass it through your mouth."
Fu Leng: "..."
I was so shocked I almost knelt down.
Miss Lu was indeed still holding a grudge and wanted to kill him.
When Lu Qingqing entered the room, Mo Lang was kneeling by the bed.
Xu Rui leaned against the headboard with his eyes closed.
"A good patient is one who actively seeks treatment and doesn't worry their family," Lu Qingqing said.
Xu Rui opened his eyes.
The eyes beneath the mask are like the rising sun, a ray of dawn breaking through the darkness.
Shining on the boundless, tranquil sea, it shines without glittering.
It looks comforting and warm.
Just like last time, his five senses recovered somewhat after the acupuncture; he could hear and see again.
"Thank you so much... Miss Lu, for saving me three times."
His hoarse, dry voice revealed his good upbringing.
"Young master, what do you mean by 'three times you saved me'?" Fu Leng asked from several steps away.
"It's only twice, isn't it?"
Twice, indeed twice.
That encounter with the wolf doesn't count.
Lu Qingqing smiled but didn't say anything.
The magistrate's son was a grateful person, so she was more willing to treat him.
"You don't want to take your medicine because you're afraid it will taste bitter?"
Xu Rui shook his head.
"That is, they don't believe in my medical skills."
Xu Rui paused for a moment, then shook his head.
"I understand, Mo Lang, you feed your young master."
Hold the chin firmly with your hand to stabilize the back of the head, then transfer the contents to the mouth.
Mo Lang had just stood up halfway when he suddenly bent his knees and knelt down again.
He buried his head in his chest.
The tall, burly man shrank back like a quail.
Fu Leng jumped and hid outside the door.
Lu Qingqing looked down on the two of them, picked up the bowl, and said impatiently, "Or should I do it?"
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