The naughty and cowardly little crybaby sold himself out

Chapter 211 Even the Great Immortals Can’t Save Me

I was very confused when I first saw it.

"He came to see you? What does he want from you?"

"It's not a big deal. He just wanted to thank me for settling him down, and then he gave me this painting. That's all."

Chu Jian reopened the painting and took another look. There was no mistake. This was drawn by her, she had drawn it before, in that modern time and space. After all, she had only drawn three finished anatomical drawings in this world. This genius doctor Chu Anxin was most likely her grandfather, the medical professor in modern times.

But why is her professor grandfather also in this world? How can she find him? With this excitement, Chu Jian rushed into the study with the painting.

Jing Muyang was so scared when he saw her like this that he immediately stood up and went over to catch her.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling pain?"

“No.” Chu Jian raised his head with tears in his eyes, “Mu Yang, I want to find Chu Anxin, the magic doctor with ghost hands. I want to find him, I want to find him!”

"Ghost Hand Doctor? Okay, don't cry, don't cry. I sent someone to find him as soon as possible. Don't cry. Mr. Fang Lin and Dean He have already prepared an antidote. You and Siming will be fine. Don't be afraid."

Jing Muyang hugged her in his arms. He guessed that Chu Jian was worried that the antidote would not work and was anxious.

"Mu Yang, the Ghost Hand Doctor must really be my grandfather." Chu Jian whispered in his arms.

"Hmm?" Jing Muyang grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away, looking at her expression carefully.

Chu Jian nodded and opened the bone structure diagram, pointing to the butterfly bone.

Now it was Jing Muyang's turn to be surprised. The grandfather he had just met? The grandfather he had just met from the world that came from the Land of Namo?

Chu Jian kept nodding his head, "It can't be wrong."

"Okay, okay, find him, find him." Jing Muyang was actually scared. Another person from the Land of Nanwu appeared, and it was the grandfather she had just met. Was he going to take her away? Why did he appear at this time?

"Qingshan, send more people to find the whereabouts of the Ghost Hand Doctor."

"Yes." Qingshan went downstairs, and Qingmu also went downstairs with the other guards in the room.

Jing Muyang sat down at the desk and reopened the painting to examine it carefully. The lines on the painting were very similar to the techniques used by Chu Jian, and it was such a realistic painting, especially this unique way of painting. Jing Muyang really couldn't think of anyone else in the world who could draw it except Chu Jian.

"Mu Yang, there is no mistake. Although I don't remember drawing such a picture, this is my own unique signature. There is no mistake."

I have drawn so many anatomical drawings at Chujian. I don’t know how many times I have practiced on various papers of different sizes. Otherwise, I would not have the ability to draw as casually as I do today.

Moreover, for a long time she liked to hide her signature in the paintings. Apart from the signature that only she knew, how could she remember what each one looked like?

"Okay, I'll go ask Mr. Yun again." Jing Muyang stood up and walked out.

However, when Chu Jian, who was the last step away, just reached the door, she suddenly felt dizzy and staggered, and she quickly held onto the door frame.

"Princess Zhan!" Mr. Yun in the yard was looking at this side, and at this moment he was so surprised that he stood up. He didn't know why he was so excited when he saw the painting for the first time.

Jing Muyang quickly turned around and looked back. Chu Jian, who was fine a second ago, was holding on to the door frame and now seemed to be about to fall.

"Chu Jian!" Jing Muyang stepped forward in panic and stretched out his hand. Chu Jian just grabbed his hand when he suddenly felt a pain in his heart and a sweetness in his throat. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell forward involuntarily.

"Mu Yang..." Chu Jian's face turned red with pain, his facial features were distorted, his body was twitching, and his eyes were gradually out of focus.

"First time meeting you!" Jing Muyang was frightened, and hurriedly caught her and squatted down to hold her in his arms, "Qingshan! Qingmu! Hurry up and call Mr. Fanglin!"

Jing Muyang was really panicked. He even forgot that Qingshan and Qingmu had just left and were not in the yard. However, Qingye was there and flew out.

Mr. Yun also came over immediately, put one hand on her pulse, and pinched her eyelids open with the other hand. Her pupils were shrinking!

"Your Highness Prince Zhan, quickly carry Princess Zhan to the couch and lay her down flat!"

Jing Muyang carried Chushi to the small couch in the room, threw a pillow on her and laid her flat.

When I first saw him, he was still spitting out blood from his mouth, bright red.

Mr. Yun tilted her head to the side, took out the silver needles he carried with him, and inserted the needles into Fengchi, Fengfu and other acupuncture points one after another. If the blood flows upward and rushes into the brain forcefully, it will be irreversible, and the probability of stroke, paralysis and even death is high.

"Mr. Yun, what's going on?" Jing Muyang was anxious and afraid.

Mr. Yun pinched Chu Jian's eyelids and took a look. Although the speed had slowed down, the pupils were still shrinking.

"Your Highness, the War King, I'm afraid you can't control it."

"How could this happen? How could this happen!" Jing Muyang roared like thunder.

The antidote was finalized by multiple parties, so it shouldn't be wrong. How could this happen?

The little boy Siming in the yard heard the sound and looked over here belatedly, then burst into tears.

The wet nurse picked up Siming in panic. She had never seen Siming cry before, but his crying was so heartbreaking. Did he know that something had happened to his mother?

Mr. Fanglin had not slept all night and had just laid down without taking off his clothes when he came like the wind. Dean He followed slowly behind him. But just as they entered the yard, a gust of white wind whizzed past and rushed into the study.

"Your Highness!" Qingye flew into the room, but she was too late.

Even though Jing Muyang reacted quickly, he only saw a white figure being knocked two meters away by a palm. Old Mr. Yun was also knocked more than seven feet away.

Qingye rushed forward with the sword in his hand, but was swung out by Yixiufeng and hit the door and window, knocking him unconscious.

The white figure is Bai Lishang wearing a fox mask.

He took out a pill and quickly stuffed it into Chu Jian's mouth. He grabbed her and made her sit up. He lifted her chin and straightened her throat. He transformed a stream of internal force into his palm and sent it down along her throat to her dantian. Then he turned her over and used the same method from the cervical vertebrae down along the spine. The effect of the medicine quickly flowed to her internal organs with the internal force. Finally, he raised his hand and slapped her on the back of her heart. Chu Jian spat out another mouthful of blood and then fell back into Bai Lishang's arms.

Mr. Fanglin and Dean He at the door were stunned. Jing Muyang was beaten so badly that he vomited blood and struggled to get up.

God knows how hard Bai Lishang hit him just now. In the fight the day before yesterday, he probably only moved one finger.

"This injection is quite good." Bai Lishang pulled out the silver needle from Chu Jian's neck, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of Chu Jian's mouth.

"But, Jing Muyang, you are so anxious that you didn't even show it to me after you prepared the medicine. Look at how pale his face is. Tsk tsk tsk tsk. If I were a little later, I'm afraid even the immortals wouldn't be able to save him."

"Your Highness!" Qingshan, Qingmu and Qinglin came in.

Seeing this situation, he didn't dare to step forward rashly and arranged for the guards to help the person first.

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