Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 542 His Life-Extending Medicine

It was another messy dream, and when she regained consciousness, Jian Yunling finally woke up.

The winter sun was just right, and it slanted into the room. Jian Yunling got used to the light for a while, and wanted to raise her hand to block the sunlight hitting her face, but her limbs were so stiff that she couldn't lift her strength, so she narrowed her eyes and turned her neck around. Take a look.

This is the guest room that the old mayor prepared for her and Yu Wenzheng.

Since the outbreak of the plague, they have had little time to rest and rarely returned.

At this moment, on the round table in the middle of the room, dozens of medicine bottles and cans, large and small, were placed. Some bottles were overturned, spilling a puddle of medicine powder, some bottles were forgot to cover the corks, and some were put in a pile. What to do.

In the middle of the bottle was a medicine jar that was slowly boiled over a small fire, making a gurgling sound and emitting thick white gas.

Someone was walking into the house, muttering, "Is this it? How did I forget?"

The voice was calm and pleasant, very familiar.Finally, that person came in from the door, completely unaware that Jian Yunling had woken up, holding a large piece of kraft paper, opened the lid of the medicine jar, shook his numb hands, and poured all the medicinal materials on the paper into it .

"Ji...Ji Zimo." Jian Yunling called out to him in a hoarse, burning voice, but he was so focused on the medicinal soup that he didn't hear it.

"Jizmo!"

After a break, he raised his strength and shouted again. This time he finally heard it. He looked around and realized that it was Jian Yunling who was talking. He suddenly turned his head, and the dazed look disappeared instantly. He laughed and said, "You're awake!" .”

After replacing the lid of the medicine jar, he picked up the white towel on the table and wiped his hands before walking to the bed, looking down at her, and said, "I heard you said I was a quack doctor? What a pity, you, are you?" I was cured by a quack."

Jian Yunling rolled her eyes, ignored his childish vindictiveness, and asked weakly, "What's wrong with me?"

Ji Zimo raised his eyebrows, folded his hands, sneered arrogantly, and said, "It's nothing, it's just a simple cold, it's just a result of working hard day and night, it's not a big deal, just rest for another day."

"Oh." Jian Yunling replied softly.He stretched out a hand and asked Ji Zimo to help her up.

Ji Zimo hid back in disgust, stared at her pale and bloodless hands for a long time, finally compromised, helped her up reluctantly, and put a cushion behind her.

"What are you boiling?" After sitting down, Jian Yunling pulled the quilt, looked at the medicine pot in the distance, and asked.

Ji Zimo walked over to her with his back turned, opened the lid to check, and answered casually: "Life-sustaining medicine."

"Life-sustaining medicine?" Jian Yunling didn't react for a while, but suddenly remembered Yu Wenzheng, and anxiously tried: "Isn't it for Yu Wenzheng?"

Ji Zimo turned around, with the serious expression on her face when she first saw him: "It's for him."

Like thunder, Jian Yunling's dry tongue squirmed twice, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and finally looked at him blankly, asking: "How is he...?"

Ji Zimo didn't want to hide it from her, nor did he want to say some nice words to comfort her, so he said directly: "No. You were by his side when he fainted, you should have noticed that he was infected."

"But can't you cure it? Three years ago, you were the one who cured the plague in Meihua Town." Jian Yunling's eyes were empty, like a lifeless puppet.

(End of this chapter)