According to the methods of healing tendons and dantian in the Divine Doctor's Book, Lan Qingyu picked all the necessary herbs and entered the first floor of the ancient divine tower to refine pills and prepare medicines.

Baihu's internal injuries were serious, and of course his external injuries were even more serious. After Lan Qingyu applied the medicinal powder he had prepared to Baihu, he also refined various necessary pills.

Then he used the Phantom Needle to heal Baihu's internal injuries, ruptured meridians, the area around Dantian, and to detoxify.

Fortunately, the time in this space is different from that in the outside world. Otherwise, by the time Lan Qingyu has completed all the preparations, Baihu would have already passed away.

After Lan Qingyu treated the white tiger's external injuries, she asked Zhuque to shave the white tiger's fur.

There's nothing we can do. The white tiger's hair is too long, and the Phantom Needle cannot be inserted at all.

This is all she can do.

I hope Baihu won’t be angry when he wakes up, otherwise it will be no fun.

Zhuque also twitched his lips. Others didn't understand Baihu, but he knew that Baihu used to be complacent about his hair and showed off everywhere. But if he shaved it now, he could imagine how furious Baihu would be.

Hey!

Forget it, life is more important.

After Zhuque shaved all the white tiger's hair, Lan Qingyu applied some medicine to the white tiger's wound.

Then he used the Phantom Needle to detoxify the White Tiger and heal its internal injuries.

During this period, Lan Qingyu found that Baihu's condition had improved. She was a little confused, but it was good that he was getting better.

Huang Jue and Zhu Que watched Lan Qingyu working hard to treat the patient, his face covered with sweat. As time passed, Lan Qingyu's condition became worse. His face turned pale, and he sweated profusely. His energy gradually dried up, and his vitality was gradually used up.

But Baihu's condition is only slightly better now.

A month passed in the space.

During this month, every time Lan Qingyu treated Baihu, he would not stop until he had fainted!

Lan Qingyu felt relieved until Baihu's injuries healed and he opened his eyes.

At least Baihu's life was saved.

A month in space is just a few hours outside.

These hours are particularly lively.

Time goes back to the moment Lan Qingyu entered the space.

Except for Sima Rui and Tuoba Zhege who were fighting fiercely, everyone else arrived one after another.

Lan Qingze didn't know Prince Jin, and he had never met Prince Jin Mo Yao even once.

When he arrived here, the first thing he did was to look for his sister, but no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find her.

Brother Shi Xiaoshuai knows!

They only saw Mo Yao standing aside, still as handsome as ever. After they looked at each other, Shi Xiaoshuai said to Lan Qingze, "Lan Qingze, look over there, that particularly attractive man is Jin Wang Mo Yao. But I didn't see Lan Qingyu either, so I wonder if Lan Qingyu is here."

When Lan Qingze heard what Shi Xiaoshuai said, he looked at Mo Yao with a sharp gaze. He looked at Mo Yao's pine-like figure, and the faint aura of a strong man emanating from him, and his pupils shrank.

Such a powerful person relies on his own sister. This person must have approached him with a purpose.

"He is Mo Yao, the Shura Prince from the Western Jin Dynasty?" He is also the person that the master asked to help take care of his sister.

It is undeniable that Lan Qingze was quite happy because Mo Yao's strength was indeed good.

But his sister cannot be with such a dangerous person. How can a prince of a different surname be so successful in Aotian Continent? How can this person be just a prince?

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