Quick Transmigration Blackening Big Brother Breeding Guide

Chapter 124 The God of War Prince in a Wheelchair (52)

Fu Yang suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and asked cautiously, for fear that all this was his illusion: "So, the prince's poison is really cured?"

Fan Chengtian twirled his beard, pretended to hum in a high voice, and then looked at Lou Zhuang: "Where did you get this magical medicine, I want to discuss it with him in depth."

Lou Zhuang's expression remained unchanged: "Dead."

She didn't lie, the master who developed the repair fluid died hundreds of years ago.

Fan Chengtian was a little bit regretful, but he didn't force it: "Forget it, as long as you can cure Boy Chu's poison, it will be fine."

Discussions about medical skills are not as important as Chu Xiaozi.

Lou Zhuang lowered her head and saw that Chu Yuanqing was in a daze, and her long jet-black hair fell asleep, so she asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Chu Yuanqing touched his forehead and murmured, "Headache, seems to have a fever."

Lou Zhuang looked at Fan Chengtian.

Fan Chengtian said slowly: "The old man prescribed some heat-clearing and detoxifying medicine, Fuyang, you go fry it, three times a day, drink for seven days in a row."

Chu Yuanqing frowned immediately, bargaining: "Three days."

Fan Chengtian: "Eight days."

"Five days."

"Ten days."

Chu Yuanqing gritted his teeth: "Seven days is seven days."

Fan Chengtian was very relieved, and left with the medicine box.

He slept late last night, and was pulled out of the bed by Fu Yang in the morning, his old bones are about to fall apart.

After Fan Chengtian and Fu Yang left one after another, only Lou Zhuang and Chu Yuanqing were left in the room.

"It's time to bid, get up and go outside for a while?"

Chu Yuanqing raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, nodded in response, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, only to find——

His legs can move with ease!

Chu Yuanqing stared at the legs wrapped in black obscene pants, his eyes were full of shock.

There seemed to be a ball of cotton stuck in his throat, dull and hoarse, he looked up at Lou Zhuang, with a trace of uncertainty: "It"

Although he hadn't recovered to the state of full health, when his hands fell on his legs, he could clearly feel the warmth of his palms.

Chu Yuanqing: "!!!"

Lou Zhuang put her hands behind her back: "It's ready, I believe you will be able to stand up in a few days."

Chu Yuanqing pursed her lips, her eyes were a little red: "I"

Lou Zhuang clicked his tongue, annoyed to see people hypocritical, turned and walked out of the inner room: "Hurry up, I'll wait for you outside."

Chu Yuanqing lingered in the room for a long time before slowly coming out, pushing the wheelchair to Lou Zhuang's side.

The fact that his legs have healed cannot be known to too many people, so even if he can't wait to try to walk independently, he can only practice secretly in the house.

Lou Zhuang covered him with a blanket, and the two sat side by side under the tree, chatting with each other.

Half an hour later, Fu Yang came over with the medicine and put it on the stone table beside Chu Yuanqing.

At the same time, I don't forget Fan Chengtian's advice: "Mr. Fan said, drink it while it's hot."

As soon as the bitter medicine came out of the pot, the heat rose, and the bitter taste rushed into Chu Yuanqing's breath, making his face change slightly.

Lou Zhuang stared at him and urged, "Hurry up and drink."

Chu Yuanqing gritted his teeth, picked up the medicine bowl and drank it in a few sips, frowning and looking very painful.

The slightly cool fingertips touched the corners of her lips, and Chu Yuanqing turned her eyes to look, only to hear Lou Zhuang say unhurriedly: "Candied fruit, sweet."

Chu Yuanqing obediently bit the candied fruit and contained it in his mouth.

The sweetness of the icing sugar overwhelms the bitterness of the medicine, leaving only the sweetness of the heart.
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In early winter, there was a snowfall in the capital.

Heavy snow fell for two days, and a thick layer fell on the roof trees.

Standing under the eaves and looking from a distance, you can see a piece of snow.

　The next plane is "the genius whose spiritual roots have been dug out", the plane of cultivating immortals, the one on the introduction.

　　In addition, this plane will not be be
　　
　
(End of this chapter)