Brother Chan followed Miss Zhou, who was very round behind her, all the way to the tent.

Not yet started.

Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face turned red, and she whispered through the camp: "Sir, please put on your clothes, and the uncle from Wudang will help you see the injuries."

"What?"

"What a moral, where are we injured..."

"No, I can't let him in..."

"No problem, all the heroines can put on their clothes first, I will blindfold my eyes and come in." After hearing the response, Zhao Qingchan tore off a piece of cloth from the clothes, folded it a few layers, and covered her eyes tightly to ensure that it is not transparent from top to bottom.

Zhou Zhiruo saw his tightly masked movements, and her mouth raised slightly, and couldn't help but say in her heart: "I'm still a gentleman."

Then, the heroines in the tent put on their clothes.

The two walked into it. Miss Zhou was afraid that he would fall while walking, so she grabbed his sleeve and helped guide the way.

Zhao Qingchan felt a little moved.

Why bother?

This young man has the ability to see things without opening his eyes...

But this is OK, and it saves waste of energy.

Especially when two people touch their fingers slightly.

Zhou Zhiruo's simple hands are always naughty and retreating.

Tsk, it's so cute like a little cat.

And the tent.

More than a dozen Emei female heroes were lying on the bed in disheveled clothes. Most of them looked pale. Even if they had internal strength, the healing medicine resisted corpse poison, and their condition was not very good.

Some even a few people are in a coma.

These group of female heroes were originally very nervous, but after they actually saw Zhao Qingchan who was blindfolded in, their eyes suddenly lit up.

Uncle Wudang?

Oh my god, is this the eighteen-year-old Zhao Qingchan?

The future head of Wudang?

Well, he looks so pretty.

Unfortunately, I can't see his eyes...

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul.

Master Qingchan’s heart should be very beautiful, right?

cough,

Of course, this is only aimed at some Emei female heroes with uncertain Buddha mind!

But, they suddenly regretted wearing clothes. No, they regretted blindfolding him...

Zhao Qingchan, on the other hand, had a calm mind and maintained the smile of Hua Manlou.

How could a mere graceful body disturb his heart?

impossible.

So he asked Zhou Zhiruo to take him with him to the most injured female disciple of Emei.

"Take the pulse."

Zhou Zhiruo handed the wounded over his wrist.

Zhao Qingchan stretched out his slender fingers and gently placed them on his wrist.

It took a long time.

He said again, "Is there any corpse poison?"

"Yes, we used reed tubes to suck out a lot of corpse poison." Zhou Zhiruo said in confusion.

Zhao Qingchan frowned: "No, those corpse poisons that are mixed together are useless. You can take the corpse poison from this senior sister now, and I need to taste it."

"What?"

"How can this work? The corpse poison is very toxic. Anyone who is infected with corpse poison will be eroded by corpse poison."

"Yes, you really don't need to do this." Many female disciples of Emei were moved, but they couldn't bear to let his beautiful uncle fall into danger.

Zhou Zhiruoxin looked at the man in front of her, and her thoughts were filled with thoughts.

However, Zhao Qingchan put on a firm face. He said in the tone of "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell," "A hero is what my disciples of Wudang should do. Don't worry, all the heroines. As long as I know the toxicity of these corpse poisons, I can produce the appropriate antidote."

"But, but..."

"It's nothing, but if I'm really poisoned, will there be no Nephew Zhou to take care of me?" Zhao Qingchan turned his head and chuckled, with confidence and fearlessness on his face.

As soon as this sentence is said.

In addition, humans are animals that look at faces.

It was simply a matter of letting him penetrate all the Emei female heroes' hearts with one arrow.

Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips and looked at him very carefully, knowing that she could not stand this junior uncle.

She could only use the reed tube to suck out some corpse poison and blow it to him in the air...

What?

Indirect kissing?

No, it doesn’t exist. Brother Chan used the other end, and the two were far apart.

Especially he didn't understand, Miss Zhou, just put the poisonous blood in a small cup. Can't I drink it myself?

I seriously suspect that you want to take advantage of me and still want to fuck me.

As for Zhao Qingchan is afraid of corpse poison?

He was afraid of an egg.

He just wanted to show his favorability.

But to improve your favorability requires acting skills.

If you use different ways to save a person, your favorability will definitely be very different.

Have you ever seen how Zhao Qingchan drives out the water demon?

All kinds of gods are invited to make the real qi explode the water waves.

These are all artistic packaging. People who don’t understand this will still be in a world of zodiac signs.

Although he had never learned the Nine Yang Divine Art, he had never possessed the ability to be invincible by all poisons.

But he learned the higher quality Tai Chi skills, and also learned the Taoist secret art of body refining "Xiaoli Body", plus the Nine Yin "Healing Chapter", which is not a big deal.

Now he just wants to figure out how toxic the corpse poison is, and he is trying to make a decoction.

The secondary profession is at level 18.

Zhao Qingchan’s doctor is at level 12, while Hu Qingniu is at level 13.

Although he is not a master of medical skills in the four great worlds, he is also a master of medical skills.

soon,

Brother Chan sucked the corpse poison into his mouth and tasted it, then spit out the black poisonous blood on the ground. He coughed lightly and said, "What a toxicity, I must heal the wounds of all the heroines as soon as possible."

"I'll talk about the recipe now. Miss Zhiruo please write it down quickly."

"Okay." Zhou Zhiruo's little head was nervous, but she never noticed that Brother Chan was no longer calling her junior nephew...

Next.

Zhao Qingchan tasted the corpse poison of sixteen female disciples of Emei.

He also said sixteen formulas with different dosages.

But when he finished speaking the last recipe and was about to stand up, he suddenly fell to the ground with a pale complexion and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Uncle Master."

"Uncle Master, are you okay?"

Zhou Zhiruo also hurriedly helped him up, and asked with red eyes: "Uncle Master, you won't be poisoned too, right? Do you want it..."

"Not hindrance, how could I get poisoned? It's just that the true energy that resists corpse poison is consumed too much. Just take a break." Zhao Qingchan forced her body and walked out, and said: "As long as you boil the antidote according to the formula, all the heroines will be able to cure the disease after two days of drinking it, and there will be no serious injury."

"Well, I am so inconvenient to me as a man here, so let's go out first."

"It's okay, I'll just rest here."

"Yes, yes, you are weak now and you have suffered from a cold when you go out?"
To be continued...