Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

The quiet path is lined with purple bamboo forests on both sides. The bamboo leaves rustle in the wind. The moonlight leaks in through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Mu Qing walked on the road, her white dress fluttering lightly as she walked.

She was thinking about something.

Thinking about Hua Shu’s surgical plan.

Although Wu Yu couldn't cure him, she could.

It's just that... the medical science she learned was mastered in a certain plane, and in that plane, she was a doctor.

She has no interest in curing illnesses and saving lives.

What makes her continue to delve into medical skills is her interest in the human body.

But now she feels that mastering this technology seems to be pretty good.

clap la la...

Before we walked out of the purple bamboo forest, the shadows of the trees on both sides were swaying violently, and the bamboo leaves were clashing with each other. It was still a slight wind and could not cause such a violent movement.

Mu Qing paused, her expression calm and indifferent.

With a few swishing sounds, several black shadows quickly fell in front of her, trapping her in an enveloping manner.

Mu Qing turned back slowly.

There were also several men in black behind him.

Without saying a word, they attacked with swords.

It can be seen that their martial arts are good, at least they are very good at lightness, and their speed is extremely fast, leaving an afterimage in the air, but their speed looks like slow motion in Mu Qing's sight.

Mu Qing didn't move.

A sword was thrust towards her chest, and when it was about to touch her clothes, the sword suddenly froze in mid-air.

Mu Qing calmly met the eyes of the man in black.

The eyes suddenly burst out with intense pain, the eye sockets were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and the face covered by the black mask seemed to be slightly distorted.

Within a few breaths, the men in black all around suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

Mu Qing came to the man in black closest to her and tapped his chest a few times.

The man's eyes were half-opened and he was breathing heavily, with more air coming in and less air coming out, but he managed to save his life.

Mu Qing sealed his meridians.

The other men in black died in an instant due to the toxin attacking their hearts.

"Are you OK?"

Mu Qing stood up and turned around.

The girl in a crimson outfit stood there, twirling her hair with her fingers, her dark eyes looking quirky, and her white fangs showing when she smiled, giving people a hearty and sincere feeling.

"You're welcome. When you see an injustice on the road, you should draw out your sword and help."

"Who are you?" Mu Qing asked calmly.

"Who are you?"

A burst of noisy footsteps gradually approached. The girl seemed to want to run, but it was too late and she stood still.

Several guards came over, and the leader asked worriedly: "Is there something wrong, leader?"

The girl showed an obviously surprised expression, "Are you actually the leader?"

Mu Qing repeated, "Who are you?"

Girl: "My name is Yan Wan."

The guards looked at Yan Wan warily, "There is no Yan family in the martial arts world, and I have never seen you before. Leader, she is very suspicious."

Yan Wan waved her hands in panic, "I just stole some food, please don't catch me."

Poor excuse.

But as luck would have it, everyone believed it except Mu Qing.

If Mu Qing still follows the plot, she has to believe it.

Mu Qing clasped her hands into fists and bent down slightly, "Thank you so much, Miss Yan, for saving me today."

Yan Wan waved her hand, a sly glint flashed in her eyes, "It's all a matter of hands."

Another hurried footsteps came over, "Leader! Young Master Hua is awake!"

Yan Wan's eyes flashed, "Then I'll take my leave first."

"There's no rush." ​​Mu Qing stopped her, "You saved my alliance leader, and I haven't thanked you properly yet. If Miss Yan has nowhere to go, she might as well stay in my house, Mu, for a while."

The corners of Yan Wan's lips curled up, "Then I'm sorry."

People in other courtyards also got the news that Hua Shu had woken up.

When Mu Qing returned to bed, many people had already arrived.

Everyone followed her inside.

All kinds of smells are mixed together, very mixed.

Mu frowned slightly and slowly approached the bed.

The young man was lying there, his eyes as empty as a puppet whose soul had been taken out. Hearing the footsteps, he tilted his head slightly and looked over.

With a slight movement, the wound was pulled, and pain spread all over the body.

"You don't move yet."

A gentle voice reached his ears.

Mu Qing came to the bed and sat down.

Her moon-white figure was reflected in the dark eyes of the young man, and her long hair was like white clouds framed by the silver edge of moonlight like water.

The tears in Hua Shu's eyes reflected the bright light, and she looked at Mu Qing quietly.

Mu Qing turned her back to everyone, and no one saw her movements. She injected a potion into the boy's body.

Hua Shu felt a slight pain in her wrist, like an ant bite, and then the pain in her body receded quickly like a tide.

Mu Qing then put her arms around his shoulders and picked him up.

Someone couldn't help but step forward, with deep sympathy and pity in their eyes, "Young Master Hua, are you okay?"

Others also expressed condolences one after another.

Hua Shu listened to their caring words in silence, and finally shook her head with a hoarse voice, "Excuse me, everyone is concerned."

He really couldn't say that he was okay.

His slender eyelashes, as long as butterfly wings, drooped low, covering half of his dark pupils, with intense fear and pain bursting from their depths.

My body seemed to hurt again.

The sharp tip of the knife pierced into his wrists and ankles, ruthlessly picking out the tendons of his hands and hamstrings...

It was still a clear day and the sky was bright, and a red fire was burning under the corridor. The ground was filled with people, and thick blood flowed out from their bodies. Soon, a layer of blood spread on the ground.

All around were blood red, screams, wailing...

The young man's body was trembling slightly, and he couldn't help but hug his arms.

Warm palms were placed on his thin lower back.

Mu Qing asked him to lean against her and said in a calm and gentle voice, "Hua Shu."

Hua Shu suddenly came back to her senses.

He raised his head and smiled palely at Mu Qing, curling his fingertips to grab the hem of her clothes.

He wanted to hold on to her with all his strength.

Grasping for the only life-saving straw.

But I can't use my wrists no matter what.

Someone continued to ask: "Young Master Hua, does he still know who the thief is? What does he look like?"

Hua Shu shook her head in a daze, her voice weak and hoarse, "I only know that he is a man, I don't remember anything else."

Yan Yang hid in the crowd, looking at Hua Shu, his eyes were dark, and the depths of his eyes were like a desolate autumn night, with a fine amount of calmness and coolness seeping out.

Hua Shu suddenly felt creepy and looked for the past, only to see a young man standing there with his head bowed.

Someone else asked: "Does Young Master Hua remember anything else? Or did he notice anything unusual before the incident, for example, did he hear the head of the Hua family mention any suspicious people?"

Hua Shu shook her head, "I only know that the man in Hua's house is not the same man who brought me into Mu's house."

Everyone was surprised.

"Not the same one?"

Hua Shu spoke calmly, "Although I was unconscious, I would sometimes regain some consciousness. Then I opened my eyes and saw the figure of a woman with kapok embroidered on her sleeves."

Kapok...

Yan Wan suddenly looked down at her sleeves. The embroidery on them was kapok. She quickly put her hands behind her back, almost biting her gums.

Damn!

He actually woke up halfway through.