"Oh." Shui Miaomiao said dryly, hugging Jiuzhong Qiu's neck tightly.
Holding Xuan'er in his arms and carrying Shui Miaomiao on his back, Jiuchengqiu walked down the mountain.
"You are quite strong."
Jiuzhongqiu tilted his head and said in a bad tone, "Don't talk into my ears."
"Oh." Shui Miaomiao whispered with her forehead on Jiuchengqiu's back. She just wanted to find something to talk about to ease the embarrassment, but it seemed to be even more embarrassing.
The man obviously didn't look very strong, but his back was so broad, which brought peace to Shui Miaomiao, who was still in shock.
There were no bumps along the way. When Shui Miaomiao looked back, only the faint light of fire flickered unwillingly.
"You are a good brother."
After leaving Zuowang Peak, Shui Miaomiao suddenly sighed in a low voice. Jiuchengqiu stopped and turned around to ask what Shui Miaomiao had just said, but he didn't hear clearly.
"Always."
It's all Shui Miaomiao's sentiments. Being the sister of the Nine-fold Enmity must feel very safe, but things in the world are fickle and no one can comment.
But Shui Miaomiao believes that Jiu Chou is a good brother, and he has tried his best no matter in the past or in the future.
Shui Miaomiao jumped off Jiuchengqiu's back and slowly came back. He took Xuan'er and smiled at Jiuzhongqiu, "The medical hall is over that way."
It's not that he really doesn't know the way, he just told Jiu Chou that he was leaving with Xuan'er and thanked him for his help today.
With a gentle tap on the ground and a few flickers of light, Shui Miaomiao's figure disappeared from Jiuchengqiu.
Shui Miaomiao wandered outside the hospital, listening to the heartbreaking sounds coming from inside, and wanted to rush in. What a bad doctor, so harsh.
So late at night, the staff on duty in the medical hall were all indifferent, especially when they saw the waistband of Shui Miaomiao, which belonged to the inner disciple of Sanshui, they were too lazy to raise their eyes.
It's not like he's about to die. This can't be cured if he's about to die.
Shui Miaomiao suddenly had a thought and threw her belt badge in the face of the person who looked down upon others.
But no, Xianyan Xianzun once said that two waist cards and two identities must not be confused. The fire at Zuowang Peak and Xuan'er's injury were all Sanshui's affairs.
Holding back her anger, Shui Miaomiao threw a bag of spirit stones at the man. The man in pain grinned but smiled and went to call for Xuan'er to be treated.
It cannot be said that you judge a book by its appearance, but when this doctor surnamed Ding, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, was called out from the room, his impatient expression disappeared instantly after seeing a bag of spiritual stones.
Shui Miaomiao really couldn't believe this doctor's professionalism.
If I had known earlier, I would have sent him to Sibi's place.
Putting a hand on his shoulder, Shui Miaomiao made a fist and swung it back without thinking.
"Hiss!" Jiucheng Qiu raised his hand to catch Shui Miaomiao's fist, which was so powerful.
"Why are you here?" Shui Miaomiao was surprised by the arrival of Jiu Chou. Since she already knew the reason why Jiu Chou didn't like Xuan'er, and she couldn't change it due to the guilt in her heart, Shui Miaomiao had no intention of forcing things to smooth things over. .
Shui Miaomiao's eyes fell on Jiuchengqiu's big hand holding his fist, "Are you injured too?"
He was burned while moving the beam. Jiucheng Qiu nodded, released Shui Miaomiao's fist, turned around and walked towards the counter, and said concisely, "scald ointment."
That man thought that Jiuchengqiu and Shui Miaomiao, a wealthy man, were in the same group. He was smiling all over his face, and after hearing about the contribution of the sect, he returned to his indifferent appearance.
Both sect contributions and spiritual stones can be used as currency in the Ancient Immortal Sect. The former is more useful to those who are proactive and can be exchanged for rare cultivation resources within the sect. However, for those who are not enterprising, spiritual stones are better. Especially if you meet someone like Shui Miaomiao, you might be able to save a few bucks.
His face was so stinky, how could the service attitude be any better? The ointment was thrown on the counter, and the jar and lid fell apart.
"I'm here." Shui Miaomiao stepped forward, pressed the hand extended by Jiuchengqiu, and said to the person behind the counter, "scald ointment?"
"Isn't that it?" Under Shui Miaomiao's gaze, the man swallowed his words silently, took another can, and offered it with both hands.
"Thank you." Shui Miaomiao said politely after taking the plaster, and then pulled Jiuchong Qiu aside to sit down.
Opening the jar, the ointment is uneven in color and has small granules.
Is this for treating burns? Who are you fooling! When she had nothing to do, she was sorting out medicinal materials in Sijun Medicine House!
Shui Miaomiao raised her eyes and looked at the counter. The man almost knelt down in fear. His eyes were so scary. Did he want to pay back the sect's contribution?
He does everything according to the rules.
"That's it." Jiucheng Qiu said, reaching out to pick up the medicine jar in Shui Miaomiao's hand. It was only a little burnt, and it didn't look serious. He didn't want to waste the sect's contribution, so he bought the worst thing.
Shui Miaomiao understood instantly and pretended to be angry, "Take your hand back! You said I was here, and you were injured because you helped me!"
Shui Miaomiao put the jar on her lap and asked Jiuchengqiu to stretch out his hand, take Jiuchengqiu's wrist, and pull it in front of him.
Small injury? This seems to be much more serious than Ninefold Enmity.
Shui Miaomiao glanced at Shui Yingyin on her wrist and wanted to change Jiu Chou's medicine for better medicine, but she also knew that Jiu Chou would not be happy.
It's a weird self-esteem, Shui Miaomiao thought helplessly in her heart, and gently applied the ointment to the affected area on Jiuchongqiu's hand, and repeatedly warned, "Don't touch the water, and don't touch the spicy food."
Jiuchengqiu refused to drop the gauze that Shui Miaomiao took out. He had injuries on both hands. If they were wrapped in gauze, it would be too hindering his activities.
"Ha." Shui Miaomiao made a face at Jiu Chou and said, "What's the use of applying medicine like this? What I just said is in vain."
Jiu Chongqiu took back his hand. He actually felt that it would be fine without applying medicine, but it was still troublesome after applying medicine. The wound was originally hot but now it is hot and cold.
But since I came to the hospital, I have to give a reason, right?
"Do you want to eat sweets?" Shui Miaomiao was tinkering in Shui Yingyin. If external medicine didn't work, then he would look for internal medicine.
Before Jiuchengqiu refused, Shui Miaomiao took out a small pill and stuffed it into Jiuchengqiu's mouth.
It melts in your mouth and the bitter taste instantly fills your mouth.
"Is this sugar?" Jiucheng Qiu retched, "Don't you think your sense of taste is also bad?"
Shui Miaomiao innocently reached out her hand, "I just took it by mistake, don't curse me."
Jiuchengqiu glared at Shui Miaomiao, wishing he could rip his throat out.
Shui Miaomiao didn't expect it to be so bitter. She smiled kindly and stepped forward to pat Jiuzhong Qiu on the back, "Young man, only after you have endured hardship can you become a master. Just go back and drink some water and rinse your mouth." "
"Aren't you going back?" Jiucheng Qiu finally asked what he was most concerned about when he came to the medical hall.
Shui Miaomiao sighed and looked at the hospital room, "It looks like he will be hospitalized for observation."
"She has a doctor, so what's the use of you staying?"
"I'm not worried." Before Shui Miaomiao finished speaking, Xuan'er's miserable screams came from the hospital room.
"Fuck him!" Shui Miaomiao couldn't bear it anymore. Shui Yingyin turned into a dagger and rushed towards the hospital under the shocked eyes of Jiu Chou.
