"Have you seen it with the doctor?"

Wen Hao didn't care whether he would be infected by Xiang Kaiqi. His main concern was that at this critical moment, someone actually poisoned their soldiers.

There is no strength to stand, and they don’t have much chance to turn the tables, so they still make such a fuss. Isn’t this just pushing them to the dead end?

"I have to learn about the situation first." Lan Chuang, who heard Xiang Kaiqi talk about it just now, didn't know what the specific situation was. He needed to understand it first, and then he carried Xiang Kaiqi: "By the way, I'll bring him to the doctor first."

Wen Hao immediately made a decision: "Go, let the doctors in the city first take a look. If it really doesn't work, go and invite famous doctors at night."

Zhang Xi added four words: "At any cost."

At any cost, you must at any cost.

These thousands of soldiers were his only foundation. If something happened to them, they would not let them get into trouble.

Seeing Lanchuang leaving in a hurry, Wen Hao raised his hand and put it on his chin and pinched his beard that he had not dealt with for many days. He said a little worriedly: "I hope nothing will happen. We can't bear too many twists and turns."

"Hope is never given by others, we have to control it ourselves."

Zhang Xi no longer believed in praying for a long time. Even at some times, he would still have some hope naively. But, many times, hope is often prepared for disappointment.

"Boss, where are you going?"

"You stay here, I'll go out and have a look."

"Go out? There is a poisonous infection outside."

Wen Hao heard that Zhang Xi was going to see the poison infection outside in person, and his face changed. He had seen Xiang Kaiqi's condition before, especially when Xiang Kaiqi was able to report it with the time to interrupt the two of them. It was enough to show that the problem was no longer so optimistic.

For them, Zhang Xi is not only the boss, but also the spiritual leader, and she must not be misunderstood.

"I know, I'm immune to poison." Zhang Xi said confidently.

Wen Hao hesitated for a moment, caught up with Zhang Xi a few steps, blocked the door, and refused to let him out: "No, Xiang Kaiqi and others are practitioners, and they can't resist that kind of poisonous infection. Boss, you can't do it even more."

Zhang Xi frowned and said, "I am also a practitioner."

Wen Hao insisted on reaching out to block Zhang Xi, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Boss, if you were a practitioner, you would have taken action long ago when you could."

"What did you see?" Zhang Xi stared at Wen Hao's eyes, and some behaviors that could not be hidden for too long, and it would be a matter of time before they were discovered.

Wen Hao was a little guilty when Zhang Xi stared at him. He took a step back carefully, dodged his eyes and explained: "Boss, I did not mean it, I just know you better. You can do it yourself and will never let your brother die. It is precisely because of this that we will follow you wholeheartedly."

Then, his eyes gradually became firm, and he looked at Zhang Xi seriously and said, "But you have been there for a long time and have not really taken action."

He had seen him take action on the first time he was in the elite camp, the day he returned.

But after that, he almost never saw Zhang Xi use more than the captain's cultivation level.

Even he takes action, he rarely takes action.

He also joined the team that trained physically with ordinary soldiers.

Not only him, I'm afraid many people have already seen that Zhang Xi's identity needs to be determined. It is precisely because of this that he is unwilling to let Zhang Xi take risks.

It’s not that Zhang Xi is not a practitioner, so he will not continue to convince the public.

For some people, they are like him, and their talent for cultivation is not high, but Zhang Xi changed his previous concept and applied it to him. This is the rule in the Zhang family army.

The capable ones come.

This ability is not only a person who practices but also has a prominent position in all aspects.

"Indeed, my cultivation needs to be temporarily suspended due to the martial arts, but it does not mean that I have lost my cultivation. What I just said, generally toxins are useless to me, not because I am too arrogant, this is true." Zhang Xi did not expect that sometimes it just happened to be so coincidental that he had just trained his body to avoid being invaded by toxins, and then he began to have toxins around him.

But it was useless to train him. The key was that many people were infected with his Zhang family army.

Judging from the situation of opposing Kaiqi, some may have been infected, but they have not had time to attack.

He had to go outside to confirm what level he had developed.

Open the door and go out.

When we first came to the city wall, there were still upright soldiers on duty at their posts. Their resolute faces, even if the sweat occasionally fell, did not mean to move a few times to fiddle with the sweat beads on their cheeks.

"Isn't this good?"

Zhang Xi walked under the city wall and came to the training ground. There were still many elites who trained as usual. If Xiang Kaiqi had not been able to perform with acting, and Lan Chuang could not be like a person who would cooperate with him in this matter to make fun of his own people, he would suspect that they were just kidding him.

He hoped it was a joke.

I really hope they jump out, give themselves a handful of flowers, and tell themselves: Happy birthday.

Birthday?

It took him a long time since he celebrated his birthday, and he had forgotten what day his birthday was.

Yes, he really forgot. He seemed to really not remember what day his birthday was, and why did he forget even when his birthday was?

That day was so painful.

That's not his birthday, it's his painful day.

He walked to the soldiers' residence area, where there were already many doctors with a layer of cloth around his nostrils. The people who helped the people come in and out of the residence. They came in and out of the residence, and the smell of Chinese medicine was occasionally smelled. The waves of hot air came from the residence, and Zhang Xi could clearly see their wet hair and clothes.

I haven't seen them so busy for a long time, so busy that they didn't say hello to them. Zhang Xi didn't want to say that they didn't respect themselves, but that they were so busy that they had ignored themselves.

A man came out of the pharmacy with a steaming pot of hot medicine. For some reason, his figure and steps began to become a little illusory. Then, he poured down to the ground. It doesn't matter, but the hot potion in his hand also poured it onto the ground.

If this is turned over, not to mention the skin is blooming, but just being scalded and blistered, it can only be considered a small matter that is not a big deal.
Chapter completed!