Little Aqing was spinning in circles beside him, apologizing and calling for a doctor, his face turned red from holding back.

Zhijing stepped forward and said: "The top priority is to treat the Heavenly Master. Miss Yun Er, we know that you have some dealings with the miracle doctor, and we would like to trouble you to invite the miracle doctor."

Yun Yao opened his mouth and said, "Thank you for being able to move him so far. Move him to the bed quickly. I'll go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to find a miracle doctor."

With that said, Yun Yao flew out of the house and ran towards the Prime Minister's Mansion as fast as he could.

This scene is really familiar.

Not long after, he slipped Dou Yantang into the courtyard and said, "The Heavenly Master is in the room. Go and have a look."

Dou Yantang glanced at the disciples around him, with a bit of displeasure in his yin and yang eyes: "I mean to treat you and your family, not the people who come to your home."

Yun Yao was ashamed. If Dou Yantang were a modern person, he would definitely say: Why are you leaving this bug?

She turned her head silently and said: "The Celestial Master's injury was caused by our family. If it cannot be cured, the injury will naturally be transferred from him to us. Saving him is equivalent to saving us, so go ahead."

Zhijing seemed to have seen the secret, and said righteously: "Yes, if the miracle doctor doesn't treat her, Tianshi Temple will definitely not let Miss Yun Er go."

Dou Yantang rolled his eyes, was too lazy to care, and went in to see Zhao Fengmian's injuries.

He never cared about whether anyone was around when he was treating diseases, so Zhijing Zhixian went in majestically and stood not far behind Dou Yantang, nervously staring at the arrow on Zhao Fengmian's body.

The arrow sank deeply into Zhao Fengmian's stomach, and the blood that oozed out stained a large area of ​​clothing around him. Any other doctor would probably not be able to save Zhao Fengmian.

Dou Yantang approached him calmly, and when Zhijing and Zhixian were guessing what subtle way he would use to take out the arrow, he pulled the arrow out.

In an instant, blood spurted out, and Zhijing and Zhixian screamed and fainted.

This was the first time they saw blood so intuitively.

Dou Yantang let out a "tsk" sound, took out a bunch of small bottles from his arms, and sprinkled them on Zhao Fengmian like condiments on stir-fried vegetables. In the next moment, he miraculously stopped bleeding.

Then he tore off Zhao Fengmian's clothes and began to treat his wounds.

After about only one stick of incense, Dou Yantang calmly came out of the room.

A group of disciples gathered around him, stared at him with burning eyes, and asked, "How is the Heavenly Master doing?"

"The injury is quite serious. Don't move it for half a month. It will be completely healed within a month." Dou Yantang touched his chin and said, "For this half month, let Tianshi rest here."

The disciples looked at each other, obviously very worried.

Yun Yao asked: "There seemed to be two screams coming from inside just now. What happened?"

Dou Yantang said calmly: "It's nothing. It's just that when I drew the sword, a small section of intestines was exposed. The two people fainted after seeing it."

A piece of intestine?

The disciples of Tianshi Temple suddenly took dozens of steps back, and their faces were as pale as if they had really gone to heaven.

The leader said: "Then just do as Tianshi said. Zhijing and Zhixian will stay to take care of Master Tianshi. We still need to maintain the order of Tianshi Palace, so we will leave first."

After saying that, they left like a gust of wind. When passing by Yunyao, the disciple said: "The Heavenly Master was injured because of you. You must take good care of him."

Yun Yao nodded in agreement.

In the evening, when Yu An came back from the Ministry of Works, the two unattended Tianshi Temple disciples got up from the ground.

The two of them checked Zhao Fengmian's nose and felt the steady breathing. They both breathed a sigh of relief.

However, after sleeping for two days and two nights, Zhao Fengmian slowly woke up.

He turned his head slightly, first saw Zhijing and Zhixian, and then saw a little carrot head lying beside the bed.

He asked in a hoarse voice: "Where is this?"

Zhijing Zhixian heard the sound and hurriedly came over and said: "This is Miss Yun Er's mansion. You were seriously injured and need to recuperate here for more than ten days."

Little Aqing raised his head and said with red eyes: "I'm sorry, I will never shoot arrows randomly again."

He asked his brother-in-law to help him take a leave of absence from the Mongolian School. He had been staying by Zhao Fengmian's side for the past two days and was almost dying of anxiety.

Zhao Fengmian frowned and said: "Water"

Zhijing hurriedly gave Zhao Fengmian water. When Zhao Fengmian felt that his throat was much better, he touched little Aqing's head and said with a smile: "It's okay. You can correct your mistakes if you know them. There is no greater good."

At this moment, Zhao Fengmian's body exuded a divine light.

Yun Yao, who came in with the medicine, happened to see this scene. She was stunned for a moment and said to little Aqing: "You should go back and take a nap first. Only when you have regained your energy will you have the strength to take care of him."

Little Aqing glanced at Zhao Fengmian hesitantly, and when he nodded, he left with embarrassment.

Yunyao picked up the medicine and asked, "How are you feeling?"

Zhao Fengmian started to feel awkward the moment he saw Yun Yao. Hearing this, he pulled up the quilt and covered his neck, and then said: "It's okay. Thank you Miss Yun Er for your concern."

Yunyao: Is she a monster?

In fact, Zhao Fengmian just felt that he was lying on the bed unkempt and very unruly, so he covered himself as much as possible.

Yun Yao said: "If you need anything, just ask us. If we hurt you, we will naturally take responsibility."

"That's easy to say," said Zhixian, who had never emerged from the shadows: "Master Tianshi was injured so seriously, and the pain must be unbearable. How can it be solved by healing the injury? The child is young, can you?

Is it small too?"

"Shut up!" Zhao Fengmian shouted at him quickly. The sound affected the wound and made him gasp in pain.

He paused for a while, then said with pale lips: "I don't remember my father ever teaching you to be so aggressive."

When Zhixian heard this, he turned his face away, frowning, lips pursed, and stubbornness in his eyes.

Zhao Fengmian saw his appearance and said directly: "Forget it, you should go back to Tianshi Palace, I don't need you here."

Zhijing quickly dissuaded you: "Master Tianshi can't help you. How can you have no one to take care of you?"

"Just leave!" Zhixian was stimulated by these words, interrupted Zhijing, pulled him up, and said angrily: "Don't regret it!"

With that said, he used all his strength to pull Zhijing away and left without looking back.

Yun Yao's jaw dropped in shock, and his mind was in a mess.

Are all the disciples of Tianshi Palace so unreasonable? Are Tianshi really left alone here?

On the other side, Zhijing struggled for a while, then shook off Zhixian's hand and said, "What are you doing?"

Zhixian looked dissatisfied and snorted coldly: "I was complaining for him, but he actually lectured me in turn. I'm really angry."

Zhijing sighed and said: "He is no longer our junior brother. He is a heavenly master with a high and powerful position. When will you see this clearly and stop being so angry?"

Zhixian choked, turned away and said, "He hasn't even put on airs with us yet, yet we want to alienate him. That's so chilling."

Zhijing said: "Then you can't show your temper."
Chapter completed!