Dongdan Shuiyue on the bed was in a rather disheveled state.
The once pampered eldest daughter of the Dongdan family is now dressed in tattered clothes, disheveled and covered in blood, yet she is unwilling to waste a single bit of spiritual energy to cast a cleansing spell on herself, which shows how serious her injuries have become.
However, she didn't boss Zhuang Shaoze around like before, which made Ji Fengyao think more highly of her.
Ji Fengyao stood in front of the bed, glanced at Dongdan Shuiyue, and raised her hand to cast a cleansing spell on her.
It wasn't that she was being overly sympathetic or a saint.
Instead, she was going to give Dongdan Shuiyue acupuncture, and Dongdan Shuiyue was covered in dirt, which would also dirty her hands.
In order not to reveal her identity as an alchemist, Ji Fengyao pretended to be a doctor and took Dong Dan Shuiyue's pulse.
Dong Dan Shuiyue remained silent throughout.
Only when Ji Fengyao withdrew her hand did she look at Ji Fengyao with eager eyes and ask, "How is it? Can you heal my injury?"
"I already told you last night whether it could be cured or not. Taking your pulse now is just to confirm the extent of your injuries again," Ji Fengyao said, taking out a needle kit from her storage ring. Her tone was indifferent, yet clearly distant: "It's not a big problem, but the problem is..."
At this point, Ji Fengyao stopped and looked up at Dongdan Shuiyue.
Dongdan Shuiyue instantly understood and said, "That place requires my or Dongdan Wenhao's identity token and bloodline aura to enter. As long as you can stabilize my injuries, I can take you there at any time; or you can have someone carry me there."
"Good, I'm very pleased that you're so quick-witted and cooperative," Ji Fengyao nodded, a smile finally appearing on her face.
He sent Bai Yusheng and Zhuang Shaoze away.
Ji Fengyao picked up a silver needle, uncovered the bedding covering Dongdan Shuiyue, and prepared to insert it.
"Wait a minute," Dongdan Shuiyue suddenly said, a hint of fragile vigilance rising in her eyes.
"What, you don't want to be treated anymore?" Ji Fengyao looked at her calmly, not afraid that she would change her mind.
"I have a dantian injury. The acupuncture method seems to be used by doctors in the mortal world. Can it really cure me?" Dongdan Shuiyue asked hesitantly, clinging to the last shred of reason.
"You don't have to believe me, and I don't have to treat you," Ji Fengyao said indifferently, completely from a superior position.
"I...I believe...I will heal, I will heal," Dongdan Shuiyue said, afraid of angering Ji Fengyao and being abandoned. She quickly lay flat, closed her eyes tightly as if gambling with her life, and her whole body was as tense as a tightly twisted string.
Ji Fengyao's lips curved into a faint smile as she began to apply acupuncture.
This was the second time she had used "addiction needles" on someone since her soul transmigrated. Last time, she used them on the Empress Dowager of Da Zhao. Because her cultivation was insufficient, she used relatively mild methods. The old hag was also quite reckless, provoking her every now and then, forcing her to use even more drastic methods to deal with the old hag before the addiction needles could take effect. The power of the "addiction needles" was not fully demonstrated.
She is now a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
And the opponent was a ruthless cultivator like Dongdan Shuiyue, whose blood and qi circulated faster and more thoroughly than that of ordinary people.
It seems that this time the "addiction injection" will have its full effect.
Of course, while Ji Fengyao was administering the "addiction needles," she also diverted a small portion of her spiritual power to secretly activate the medicinal properties of a pill in her palm and send it into Dongdan Yinxiang's body.
This is a "King of Rejuvenation Pill" that she rushed to make in the early hours of the morning. The pill was developed on the spot, and the name was also just something she made up at the last minute.
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