Disguised as a man: I am not your wife

Chapter 402
Behind Zhuang Muchi is a medicine cabinet closely arranged, and beside it, there are many objects for grinding medicine.

In the room, there was a strong smell of medicine, which tightly surrounded the two of them.

After hearing Zhuang Muchi's words, Cangyu nodded, then shook his head again. His grandfather didn't tell about the drug introduction.

However, my grandfather once said that a doctor does not heal himself, so it is best not to let yourself get sick. In this way, you can only make your body stronger. Therefore, he has used many medicinal materials to accompany him since he was a child.

Ordinary poisons are useless to him.

General illness has nothing to do with him.

And what he is most fortunate now is that his blood can be used as a medicine for Yun Zhuohua.

"Then use it as medicine." Cangyu replied firmly without hesitation.

"But there is one thing, mother must tell you." Zhuang Muchi quickly gathered together the medicinal materials that he had grasped. Among them, there was naturally Cang Yu, who had gone through hardships but came back for a thousand years, Tai Sui.

Seeing how fast Zhuang Muchi took the medicine, perhaps he had already planned to use this medicine.

"Mother, it doesn't matter."

At this time, Zhuang Muchi was not as optimistic as he was at the beginning about the poison accumulated on Yun Zhuohua's body, especially, the blade happened to be inserted into Yun Zhuohua's vest, the one that she pulled out the poison for Yun Zhuohua where the key is.

Once the acupuncture point is broken, all the needles applied are ineffective, and even the toxicity hidden in Yun Zhuohua's body for more than ten years is involved, and there are signs of speeding up and breaking out.

If it weren't for this, Zhuang Muchi would never have made such a bad plan to let the two of them suffer this kind of torture at the same time.

"If Zhuohua drank your blood once, if he wants to suppress the toxin in the future, he must continue to use your blood as a medicine. In this way, until there is no more poison in her body."

Zhuang Muchi's eyes were deeply engraved on Cangyu's body. She didn't know how long this process would take, whether it was one day, two days, one year, two years, or even longer.

However, this is the only way she can think of now.

If Cangyu could not persist and gave up halfway, then Yun Zhuohua would fall into a more dangerous situation.

Zhuang Muchi's words were never alarmist, so when Zhuang Muchi said it, Cang Yu didn't doubt the seriousness of what his mother said.

He knew that no matter what decision he made, for Yun Zhuohua, he would be a special existence in her life.

Since he was able to save Yun Zhuohua, Cangyu loosened his cuffs without even thinking about it. He rolled up the sleeves up to his elbows very seriously. Then, without saying a word, he took the He picked up a small knife and pressed it against his skin.

The arm is warm, the blade is cold.

Cangyu raised his head and looked at his mother who closed her eyes calmly and maintained herself. He knew that Zhuang Muchi had just put himself in the perspective of a doctor and dared not face him. , even more uneasy.

One is the son of a close friend in the boudoir.

One is his own flesh and blood.

No matter who or what happened, it was a fatal blow to her.

Cangyu held the blade up and down, and before it touched his skin, he lifted it up again, and said as if he had lingering fear, "Mother, this knife is still sharp, it won't go down without bleeding, if it doesn't work , make another knife, but it hurts."

(End of this chapter)