The cold God of War Prince is passionate about the peasant wife

Lone Snake sneered.

But smiling, his expression suddenly changed.

A sense of itching slowly spread from the body.

"I told you, this is not a trauma ointment, and you still insist on grabbing it!" Lu Xiaobao said loudly.

Dushe looked blankly at the small porcelain bottle in Lu Xiaobao's hand: "It's not trauma ointment, what is it?"

"Itchy cream!" Lu Xiaobao said.

Dushe pointed at the white and black words on the small porcelain bottle: "Then why does it say trauma ointment?"

A hint of guilt flashed in Lu Xiaobao's eyes, and he couldn't help but turned his head and whispered: "Auntie was afraid that we would be injured, so she asked us to bring trauma cream. But there was a classmate in the Imperial College who brought itchy cream from home, and I had never seen it before, so I poured the trauma ointment and asked him for itchy ointment to put in a bottle."

Dushe's eyes suddenly widened and he repeated word by word: "Did you pour the trauma ointment?"

"Yes!" Lu Xiaobao nodded noncommittally.

Lone Snake: "..."

The itching on my body was slowly getting worse.

At first, the pain in my body covered up the slight itching.

Gradually it became painful and itchy.

In the end, the crazy itching overshadowed the pain on his body. The itching seemed to have penetrated into his flesh and blood from the wound. It was so itchy that he wanted to tear his wounds and pull out all his flesh and blood.

The lone snake scratches with his hand.

But not enough, far from it.

He rubbed it with rough stones, but until the wounds that had just healed were all bruised and bloody, the itch did not ease at all.

"You did it on purpose, on purpose!" Du Snake roared with red eyes.

"Who do you think did it on purpose?"

Lu Xiaobao put his fierce little hands on his waist: "I told you that it's not a trauma ointment. You insist on grabbing it, and we can't stop it."

"You will not live if you do something wrong." Little Zai said coldly.

Du She really wanted to kill them.

But he knew not to kill.

The master was very satisfied with these two brats.

"Then what should we do now?" Du She's itchy eyes turned red and she gritted her teeth and asked.

"When you are sick, go to the doctor! We are just children, how could we know!" Lu Xiaobao rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"Let's go, you'll have to rely on us again later," said the little boy.

Lone Snake: "..."

The two little ones left.

Du She asked the guard to call the witch doctor in the pavilion, but the witch doctor saw nothing and left again helpless.

He could still bear the pain all over his body.

But he couldn't bear the piercing itch.

He had no doubt that if he couldn't find a solution, he would die of itching.

He immediately wrapped himself in a robe from head to toe and left the chamber.

The witch doctors in the dark pavilion are better than the doctors outside.

But since the witch doctor couldn't cure it, he could only try the medical clinic opened by Bai Su.

Medical clinic.

The matter in Pingliang Mansion is finally over, but people from Pingliang Mansion who have not yet been cured continue to come to seek medical treatment.

The medical center specially rented an inn to treat these people in Pingliang Prefecture.

But even if the flow is divided, the entrance of the medical center is still full of people coming to seek medical treatment.

Dushe's face turned dark when he saw that the queue had reached the end of the street.

The piercing itch made him not want to wait for a moment.

What's more, he is not a person who knows how to stay in line.

"Go away!"

"Everyone, get out of here!"

Du Snake walked to the front and waved away the people in line.

The common people looked at the long knife in his hand and dared not speak out in anger. They could only look at him angrily. Today, there are three doctors working together in the lobby of the medical center.

Wang Langzhong, Li Langzhong, Jiang Langzhong.

Dushe waved away the common people at the front and sat down directly at Mr. Li's desk in the middle.

Mr. Li's face suddenly turned cold: "Please line up."

Du She slapped the table fiercely: "There's so much nonsense, show me now!"

Dr. Li is neither humble nor overbearing: "In our medical clinic, whether they are dignitaries or relatives of the emperor, the order is first come, first served. No one is allowed to jump in the queue."

The lonely snake was so vicious that she held the long knife.

'Unless it's a life-or-death emergency. "Li Langzhong said again.

Hearing this, Dushe paused and immediately softened his attitude and said: "I have a life-or-death emergency. If I don't get treatment, I will die!"

Due to his violent temper, a knife had already been put to the neck of this bad guy.

If you dare not treat them, you will be killed.

But the master has an order not to cause trouble outside.

Besides, these are extraordinary times. If he causes trouble and exposes his identity, his master will kill him.

Dushe lifted up his sleeve, and his bloody arm was instantly exposed.

But the lonely snake still couldn't help scratching.

If it is said to be scratching, it is no longer scratching.

The Du Snake's nails clawed hard at the flesh, and every time it scratched, it brought down a layer of flesh and blood. If it continued for half a day, it would be scratched to the bone.

Mr. Li was given a meal.

Immediately, he took Du Snake's hand, inspected it carefully, and said harmoniously: "It's not serious, I will just put some anti-itching ointment on you."

Dushe's eyes lit up: "Is it that simple?"

Li Langzhong nodded: "But you need to wait a moment. This ointment needs to be made fresh, which is a bit time-consuming."

"You do it, you do it quickly." Dushe said excitedly.

"Come in with me, don't delay other people's medical treatment." Mr. Li stood up and took Du She upstairs.

Lone Snake followed.

Langzhong Li took him to a room and took out a thick rope.

Du Snake was alert: "What are you doing?"

Li Langzhong said calmly: "You can't be scratched any more. Any more scratches will damage the meridians. Once the meridians are injured, it will be very troublesome and will affect your future martial arts practice. So it is best to tie you up. Of course, if you If you can control it yourself, you don’t have to tie it up.”

Li Langzhong held the thick rope and patiently let him choose.

The bone-piercing itch cannot be controlled by one's own willpower.

The lonely snake grabbed it hard again.

"Hands." Li Langzhong reminded kindly.

Dushe saw another layer of flesh and blood being taken off by him, gritted his teeth and stretched out his hands towards Mr. Li.

Li Langzhong tied his hands and feet firmly, then placed him on the wooden bed, and said warmly: "It is not difficult to make this anti-itch plaster, and the medicinal materials are not precious. It just takes half an hour to boil, and it will take a little longer." some."

"Go quickly, I'll be waiting." Dushe's hands and feet were tied, and she felt itching and painful, and she couldn't breathe well.

Mr. Li nodded gently, then closed the door for him and went out.

Time passed little by little.

Especially for a single snake, every day seems to be like a year, which is too torturous.

He yelled at one moment and hit the wall at another.

But suddenly, he sat up suddenly.

The originally noisy downstairs suddenly became silent at some point.

He wanted to look outside.

But this room was airtight, with no windows at all, not even a crack.

Du Snake's expression was stern, and he wanted to use his inner strength to break the rope in his hand.

But the thick rope didn't move at all.

"Don't waste your efforts, you can't stop shaking." At this time, the door was slowly pushed open, and Bai Su walked in. (End of chapter)