Quick Wear: Female Supporting Role

Chapter 311

The lights on the second floor were dim, the windows were wide open, and a cool breeze blew the papers all over the floor.

There was a person slumped on the ground with his head drooping. He was shrouded in shadow and his expression could not be discerned.

Wu Xin walked forward to check, and saw a person slumped on the ground, his arms full of needles, all on the most painful acupuncture points, with blood oozing from several places, in no clear order.

"What's going on?" Wuxin frowned and removed the needle from Bochuan's body. He realized that something was wrong with him. His breathing was disordered, his pulse was weak, and his internal organs were damaged.

Bochuan was fuzzy, but he still recognized the person. He raised the corners of his lips and fainted. "Master"

Wuxin hurriedly held the person in his arms and transferred spiritual power to Bochuan.

After half an incense stick of time, he was sure that the person was safe. Wuxin called Banxia.

Banxia went upstairs and saw a mess. His brother was lying in his master's arms, dying. When he saw the window was open, he immediately looked outside.

It was pitch dark outside the window, without a single person in sight.

"Who is the murderer?"

Seeing Banxia's nervous look, he thought someone was trying to assassinate her. Bochuan was injured, and the murderer was alerted and had to flee.

Wuxin knocked his head helplessly, "What are you thinking about?" Then he pushed Bochuan to Banxia, ​​"Take care of your brother."

"Master, how is my brother?" Banxia asked worriedly.

"You are not in danger of losing your life. Just take a rest for a while."

The newly freed He Shou Wu was plucked up, with a look of resentment on his face. Wu Xin handed him the prepared medicine.

Then he asked, "What's wrong? Why are you so unhappy?"

"Although I...but I can't..." she cried.

"I am sorry to disturb your rest." Wu Xin smiled and touched the braid on the top of He Shou Wu's head. "I will be closed for three months."

Hearing this, He Shouwu's aggrieved eyes suddenly brightened, and the medicine bag in his arms was tightly wrapped, a little unbelieving, "Really?"

"Doctor, you're already sick, why are you still asking for a diagnosis?" She patted He Shou Wu's head and said, "Go boil the medicine."

"Yeah," He Shouwu nodded repeatedly, then jumped away.

After the people left, Wuxin picked up the pulse record beside him, which recorded the people who came to see the doctor, their major and minor illnesses, and the progress of the cure.

It was not until the early morning when the roosters crowed that the people who were still sleeping woke up immediately. Just as Bochuan was about to get up, he was stopped by someone.

"Brother, why are you doing this instead of taking a good rest?" Banxia pressed his brother's shoulder, trying to get him to lie back.

"It's time to wash up"

"Something's wrong." Banxia had a strange expression on her face.

Bochuan asked blankly, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you know that you are injured?" Banxia pulled Bochuan's hand, revealing her injured arm.

"It's just a minor injury and it will heal quickly." As a demon, this injury doesn't have much impact and he will recover in no time.

"Minor injury." Banxia frowned. "You can scare people. Master has spent a long time to save you."

Hearing the word "Master", Bochuan was excited, "Master came last night." He vaguely remembered that he was relying on his master and was unintentionally transferring spiritual power to him.

Thinking of this, Bochuan asked, "What about the master?"

Banxia picked up the medicine bowl and asked, "Downstairs?"

“I’m going to see the Master.”

"Hey, brother," Banxia pulled the man aside, "drink the medicine first. This has taken a long time."

Bochuan picked up the medicine bowl and smelled it, "Is this what Master prescribed?"

"Yes," Banxia yawned, "The little fatty waited for more than two hours before the medicine was boiled."

The man just swallowed it, turned around and went downstairs, then turned back halfway.

After making sure that her brother was okay, Banxia felt relieved and said, "Brother, why don't you lie down on the bed for a while?"

"No need, this wound will heal on its own, there's no need." He washed up and changed his clothes.

Although Banxia doesn’t understand people who suddenly get excited, she respects them.

Following Bochuan downstairs, the two of them walked one in front and one behind.

The man who had been examining pulse cases all night was now yawning and leaning back in his chair, with his head tilted to the side and his eyes closed.