Chapter 1635: 1635 buried together
Watching her gradually receding figure, he couldn’t believe she had truly left so heartlessly.
He laughed desolately, “Su Qingyue, even if I die here today, I won’t be lonely. You’ll be buried with !”
Su Qingyue froze in her steps upon hearing this, checking her own pulse. Damn, she was poisoned!
She turned around and glared at Xiao Yuchuan, “When did you poison ?”
“Do you think I directed my Zhenqi at you just now for no reason? You stepped back a few paces after holding your sword, but you were still poisoned by .” The smile on his lips deepened, “I said, I won’t be lonely. I have given you a one-of-a-kind poison. Without my antidote, you’ll die within a month. I know you are highly skilled in dicine, but unfortunately, the herbs needed for the antidote are only with . You have the dical skill but no dicine; you will still gradually wait for death.”
“You…” Her eyebrows furrowed.
Fu Chou was furious, “Xiao Yuchuan, how dare you injure my master? I want you to die imdiately!”
He raised his palm, but Xiao Yuchuan didn’t care at all, “You’d better take care of yourself first.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Chou’s abdon ached violently, an intense pain that contorted his face. He clutched his abdon, enduring the excruciating pain.
Su Qingyue checked Fu Chou’s pulse, “You’ve been poisoned with a new type of poison. It will rot your intestines and cause you to die in agony within ten days. I can’t detoxify you temporarily; first, take this dicine to relieve the pain.” She handed him a pill.
After taking the dicine, Fu Chou’s abdominal pain slightly improved.
Xiao Yuchuan looked at Su Qingyue with a very gentle gaze, “Ex-wife, see how considerate I am of you. Afraid that you would die with no one to serve you, I even poisoned your subordinate so he can continue serving you in the Underworld.”
“You pervert!” Su Qingyue clenched her fists in anger.
“You have two choices: leave, and I’ll wait for you on the road to the netherworld, or treat and I will give you the antidote.” Xiao Yuchuan finished speaking with difficulty, clutching his painful chest before collapsing backward onto the ground.
Su Qingyue saw him faint, a complex look flashing in her eyes.
“Master, what should we do…” Fu Chou was uncertain.
“I don’t want to be buried with him.” Her words implied she chose the latter.
She walked to Xiao Yuchuan’s side, first pinpointing several major acupuncture points on his chest to stop the heavy bleeding, then instructed Fu Chou, “Take him to your room and fetch so basins of water.”
“Yes.” Fu Chou carried Xiao Yuchuan to his temporary room.
Su Qingyue followed, frowning slightly as she saw how roughly Fu Chou threw Xiao Yuchuan onto the bed.
When Fu Chou brought the water, Su Qingyue had already removed Xiao Yuchuan’s upper clothing.
She used a dry towel to wipe the blood off his wound, then switched to a dampened towel to carefully clean the bloodstains around the injury.
Seeing his master’s gentle actions, Fu Chou felt a pang of sourness.
Regardless of how heartless she looked on the surface, she still had feelings for Xiao Yuchuan.
Su Qingyue was an excellent dical practitioner, always carrying her dical tools.
She took out a porcelain bottle, dipped a long silver needle into the dicine inside, and carefully inserted it into Xiao Yuchuan’s pierced wound, dicating not just the surface but also his internal organs.
After applying the dicine, she had Fu Chou help move Xiao Yuchuan to a side-sleeping position, then dressed the wound on his back with gauze.
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