The beauty of fast time travel and the tragic villain

Chapter 9 Raiding the Demon Sect Leader (9)

After half an hour.

The doctor is here.

The doctor invited was a middle-aged man about 40 years old. His beard was already gray. He has practiced medicine for more than 20 years and traveled from south to north. He can be regarded as a generation of famous doctors.

After the doctor took the pulse of Jian An Ning who was unconscious on the bed, he sighed, shook his head, and thought in his heart that the pulse was vacant, slippery and weak, and this girl's life would not be long.

"How? Doctor?" Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, asked anxiously from the side. The reason why he took the effort to take Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, as a hostage was of course useful. Very good.

"Alas..." The gray-bearded Lang Zhong, who was nearly half a century old, shook his head, and he sighed.

"According to the pulse of this little girl, she should have suffered from a rare and strange disease when she was very young. She has been dependent on drugs since she was a child. Recently, she should have stopped the drug suddenly. The drug in her body has been metabolized, so she fainted. It's over."

"Is there a cure for that?"

"The old man is not good at medicine, at most he can only prescribe a few medicines to wake her up temporarily."

"But if you don't take the medicine she used to hang her life, after a long time, the gods will not be able to save her life."

"Does the doctor know what medicine she used to take?"

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, looked anxious. If Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, died, wouldn't his plan come to naught?He has the ambition to dominate the world for thousands of years, and the first step of this ambition is to use Jian Anning as a pawn.

"Well, I don't know about this, but it's just that the Immortal Medical King Zhongzheng may know. It should be said that the prescription that this girl used to hang her life before is probably prescribed by the Immortal Medical King Zhongzheng!" Stroking his beard, he said unhurriedly.

"Then do you know where the medical fairy king Zhongzheng is now?" Shen Qiye, the leader of the demon sect, asked again.

"Well, the Immortal Medicine King Zhongzheng lives in seclusion, and it has been difficult to find him in the Jianghu these few years."

As soon as Lang Zhong said these words, Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, turned black, and a murderous look appeared on his forehead, which made Lang Zhong tremble three times in fright.

"But but not!" The over fifty year old doctor who was treating Jian Anning suddenly felt that his life was in danger, so he quickly added his wits.

"You can wait for this girl to wake up and ask her for the prescription. Since she has been taking medicine every day before, she probably has a prescription for herself."

"So, why didn't I expect that?" Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, suppressed the murderous aura emanating from his body, let go of his hanging heart, raised the corners of his lips, and asked, "Then when will she wake up?" come over?"

"Once the old man writes down a prescription, you follow the prescription to take the medicine and put down a pack of medicine. After about two hours, the girl will wake up."

Next, the doctor wrote the prescription, and then the dark guard Ying Ying accompanied the doctor down the mountain to his pharmacy to get the medicine.

Another half an hour later, Ying Ying went up the mountain with a pack of medicines.

Another hour passed.

A pair of medicine will be cooked soon.

"Hey, I'll feed you medicine."

Jian Anning was still lying on the bed in the poisonous spider pavilion, her face was pale and her lips were pale. Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, touched Jian Anning's forehead with his cold right hand, still suffering from a high fever.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, held up a snow-white porcelain bowl filled with black-brown decoction with his left hand. The decoction was still steaming, and it was obvious that it had just been fried. I blew it to my mouth.

When the soup in the spoon became warm, Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, pinched Jian Anning's cheeks with one hand, forcing her lips to open, and then he tried to pour the soup into her mouth.

It's a pity that Jian Anning was very uncooperative, the soup in her mouth slipped from her lips and teeth, dripped onto her chin, and then flowed all the way to her neck.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, was very patient. He tried several times but failed, so he gave up this way of feeding medicine. He drank a big gulp of the bitter soup, then bent down and kissed Jian Anning's chest. A pair of bloodless lips.

That's it, mouth to mouth.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, poured the soup into Jian Anning's mouth little by little, and fed her to drink.

Two hours later.

Jian Anning really woke up.

well?Where am I?

Jian Anning, who just woke up, was still a little dizzy, her eyes were a little dark, and when she opened them completely, a magnified version of her handsome face appeared in front of her eyes——

The face of Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, is as clear as a sculpture, with angular face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, lips as thin as paper, his complexion is three points paler than ordinary people, and his face is as beautiful as jade.

With this gentleman, he is as sharp as a mill.

Jian Anning was dazzled for a moment, feeling her heart skipped a beat.

"you're awake?"

"Ah."

"The doctor who saw you said that you have suffered from a strange disease since you were a child, and you need to take medicine every day to hang yourself. Is it true?"

Jian Anning just woke up, her brain still hurts, she was silent for a moment, she racked her brains in her mind for a long time, and then she remembered that there seemed to be such a setting.

"It's true." Jian Anning replied very straightforwardly.

"Then do you still remember the prescription?" Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, asked again.

"I don't remember." Jian Anning shook her head, she really didn't remember, if Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts lord in the original book, took medicine every day, she might remember the prescription, but she came through a book, how could she May know what the prescription is—

Although she wrote the book, she remembered that she didn't seem to have written the specific content of the prescription in detail...

"I really don't remember." Jian Anning blinked innocently, and she had a smirk on her face, feeling embarrassed.

In fact, despite the calm expression on Jian Anning's face at this moment, in fact, her heart is really up and down. According to the setting in the book, it seems that Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, only needs seven days in a row. If you don't take medicine, you will collapse and die.

If she died, wouldn't the mission fail?

It's over. It's over.

Jian Anning screamed in her heart that it was not good.

Before Jian Anning transmigrated the book, the system once told her that if the mission fails, the world line will restart, and the strategy mission will be restarted until the mission is successful; then go to the next world to continue with the new strategy mission.

If the mission keeps failing, the world will restart infinitely, and Jian Anning will stay in the mission world forever and cannot get out.

If the task cannot be completed, she will stay in the book for the rest of her life, endlessly reincarnating in the world in the book until the task is completed.

Oh my god, she, Jian Anning, is a female writer at the beginning, she is in her youth, and she has not dated a boyfriend so far, so she doesn't want to stay in the virtual world for the rest of her life...

"Well, is there a doctor who can prescribe this medicine for my illness?"

Jian Anning thought in her heart that today is the third day that she hasn't taken medicine, that is to say, there are still four days left. If she can't get medicine, she will die, and the world line of this book will be destroyed. reboot.

"I heard that only the Immortal Medical King Zhongzheng can prescribe this medicine, but he has not been seen in the Jianghu in recent years..." Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, shook his head, pursed his thin lips slightly, expressing his helplessness.

"By the way, I remember that there are prescriptions embroidered in my clothes"

"That's because my father, Jian Ming, was afraid that I would die without medicine when I was not at home, so he specially ordered the embroiderers who sewed my clothes to embroider a pocket on the sleeve of each suit of my clothes. prescription."

Jian Anning suddenly thought of this setting, and she said excitedly, it's great, she doesn't have to die, and the world line doesn't need to be restarted again.

(End of this chapter)