The Dragon from Hell

After Qin Feng took An Jiuxiao away, he didn't care what happened to the rest of the people.

After coming out of the construction site, he let go of An Jiuxiao, turned around and left without saying a word, and didn't even ask why An Jiuxiao was being hunted.

An Jiuxiao was a little dumbfounded.

He originally thought that Qin Feng would definitely ask him what happened after he came out, at least ask about his identity, or recommend him to call the police or something.

After all, it's not surprising to be curious about a stranger who was injured all over the construction site.

Originally, An Jiuxiao wanted to be on guard to prevent it from being a trick by the other party.

But he didn't expect Qin Feng to turn around and leave, as if he really didn't take him seriously.

"Wait, wait!"

An Jiuxiao limped up with his injured body and asked, "Thank you for what I said just now, big brother."

Qin Feng didn't stop: "Well, you're welcome."

An Jiuxiao was even more dumbfounded.

Thank you, you're welcome.

It sounds like Qin Feng just saved his life or helped him up when he saw him about to fall.

He was unwilling to accept it: "Big brother, may I ask your name? You saved my life today, and I will repay you in the future!"

Qin Feng glanced at him with a smile: "Tomorrow? With your current condition, let's talk about it after you can survive. Okay, I'm going to take a taxi home, and we'll never see each other again."

After saying that, he was really ready to raise his hand to take a taxi.

Seeing that the other party was really not interested in him, An Jiuxiao was embarrassed to follow him.

He grew up in the ancient medical school and was thin-skinned.

But at this time, an inappropriate sound rang out-"Gurgle".

Qin Feng turned his head and looked at him. An Jiuxiao looked embarrassed. After a long time of embarrassment, he finally uttered a few words: "I, I haven't eaten for three days..."

Since the ancient medical school was destroyed, he was either running for his life or on the way to run for his life.

He had nothing but the things left by the ancient medical school, and he didn't even have money for a taxi.

Qin Feng glanced at him: "Didn't you eat?"

An Jiuxiao lowered his head embarrassedly, almost buried in his crotch.

He didn't finish, but then he handed over 500 yuan: "I said I would take you to dinner, you definitely don't trust me."

"Take this 500 yuan to have a meal, and you can also buy a ticket to leave Qingcheng."

"I won't see you off."

Qin Feng could see that this young man was now paranoid and didn't completely trust his lifesaver.

Although he was very curious, even if he asked now, he might not tell him the truth, so there was no need to waste his breath.

Helping people to the end, these 500 yuan will be regarded as a complimentary service.

An Jiuxiao looked at the 500 yuan handed over, and was a little stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to accept it.

"Take it, what are you thinking about?"

Finally, An Jiuxiao came back to his senses, and after thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, I... Can I follow you first!"

He is self-aware.

Now that his family has been destroyed, he has nowhere to go.

With his strength, he can't go too far even if he is not injured.

If he leaves Qin Feng, he will die if Lu Zhao and others catch up with him.

He is not afraid of death, but he can't let the inheritance of the ancient medical school end in his hands.

Qin Feng is happy now: "Why, I saved your life, and I have to support you?"

"No!" An Jiuxiao shook his head quickly: "I won't eat for free!"

"As long as you take me in, you will find that I am very useful!"

At this time, Qin Feng looked at the boy's face carefully.

At most, he is twenty years old, still very young.

The tender skin and flesh look like he was raised in a honey pot, but after a disaster, there is more determination and maturity in his eyes.

The black clothes were already tattered, and it seemed that he had experienced a lot of fighting.

He was carrying a package on his back. Although the clothes were torn, the backpack was intact. It seemed that he had once regarded it as a treasure.

Looking at this handsome boy, Qin Feng seemed to see the helpless self he once was.

Although he had not suffered a family-annihilation tragedy at that time, he had also been in a precarious situation, hoping that the gods would open their eyes and someone would help him.

Then, he met the old man.

"Oh, forget it, you come with me."

Qin Feng sighed lightly, and a taxi happened to stop, and he took An Jiuxiao directly into the car.

Now his identity is unknown, Qin Feng certainly can't take him home, so he took him to the hotel first.

He opened a double suite, ordered takeout on the way, and asked someone to buy a few sets of clean clothes and healing medicines.

When the takeout arrived, the sound of An Jiuxiao swallowing saliva was too obvious.

Qin Feng waved his hand: "You're welcome, eat."

At this point, An Jiuxiao, who had been patient for a long time, began to eat voraciously.At this point, Qin Feng did not take the initiative to ask him why he was being hunted.

Qin Feng could only trust him if he was honest.

When the medicine for healing arrived, Qin Feng handed it to him and said, "I see there are bruises on your chest. You must have internal injuries. I will take you to the hospital tomorrow. Don't worry, no one will find out."

But An Jiuxiao swallowed the rice in his mouth and shook his head repeatedly: "No, no need!"

"Why, are you afraid of being caught up?" Qin Feng was surprised.

When he was in the Nether Prison, the old man had taught him some medical skills. Although he was not proficient in them, he knew a little.

He saw it when An Jiuxiao changed his clothes just now. He had a lot of internal injuries on his body, and there were bruises on his chest and back. Maybe his internal organs and tendons were damaged.

If he didn't go to the hospital, he would be dead if those people didn't catch up with him.

But who knew that An Jiuxiao scratched his head shyly: "I can cure it myself."

After saying that, he put down his bowl and chopsticks, took out a set of silver needles from his schoolbag, and opened it. One hundred and eight silver needles were arranged in it, with different lengths.

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly: "Ancient medicine?"

He had heard from their conversation before that this young man came from the ancient medicine school.

But he had never heard of such a place, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

In today's society, the market has long been occupied by Western medicine. Even if there are still ancient medicines, they are mostly a relatively superficial part. The inheritance of the real ancient medicine of Longguo has long been lost.

But then, Qin Feng looked at An Jiuxiao's actions, and his eyes began to brighten gradually.

I saw him casually pull out a few silver needles and quickly put them on his body. The speed, strength, and depth of the needles were all different.

But compared with ordinary acupuncture, his needle-dropping speed was already very fast, as if he was stabbing randomly.

After dropping thirty or forty silver needles, An Jiuxiao suddenly frowned, bent down and spat out a mouthful of black turbid blood in the trash can - he was actually poisoned!

Then, the bruises of all sizes on his body began to dissolve rapidly under the silver needles.

Qin Feng's eyes lit up completely, and he even gradually became excited: He had discovered a treasure!