"Xu Xiaotian, kneel down quickly and apologize to the Grand Master."

Zhou Tianxing, who was kneeling on the ground, glared at the girl and roared in a low voice.

He didn't see what happened before, but he knew this apprentice very well. He had a naughty personality and was constantly causing trouble since he was a child. She was probably the one who started what happened today.

"Ah!" Xu Xiaotian opened her mouth and looked around subconsciously. There were so many people watching!

How can you kneel down! I still don’t want to lose face!

She pursed her lips and looked at Yu Qingyi pitifully. The latter could only smile helplessly. This was a matter between their master and disciple, and there was a great master standing next to her. What could she say?

"Okay, okay, why don't you kneel down and get up too," Xiao Yan said with disgust.

He had already let go of his hand, but Zhou Tianxing still knelt on the ground and refused to get up. There were already many pedestrians at the entrance of the hospital, and now many people were casting curious glances at them.

Why do these warriors always like to kneel down? No matter the occasion!

Xu Xiaotian was relieved and subconsciously stuck out her tongue. If the master insisted, she really didn't dare not to kneel down.

The rules of warriors are so annoying.

Zhou Tianxing looked around and realized that his behavior was somewhat inappropriate, so he stood up as instructed.

Looking at Yu Qingyi, he pointed to the black car parked aside and said to Xiao Yan: "Dare to ask the Grand Master to get in the car and have a talk."

Xiao Yan thought for a while and nodded.

At noon in August, the sun was blazing, and it was not very pleasant to stay outside.

The back seat of the Maybach was more comfortable than expected. After getting in the car, Xiao Yan curiously studied the electric switch of the seat and adjusted it to the most suitable angle.

Blowing on the air conditioner, feeling the ventilation effect of the seat, and holding the iced fruit tea that Yu Qingyi took out from the car refrigerator, Xiao Yan let out a sigh of relief.

It all smells like money.

"Mr. Xiao said before that I was poisoned?" Yu Qingyi, who was sitting next to him, spoke softly.

Xiao Yan had already registered his name during the previous exchange of greetings. He was very satisfied with this title, which was much more pleasant to his ears than the title of Mr. Xiao that Lin Bao said.

Yu Qingyi was full of anxiety now. It was really an unexpected surprise to meet a great master this time, even though this one was too young to be ridiculous.

However, her mind was more focused on her illness. If the person in front of her couldn't do anything, she really didn't know how she would face it.

"Stretch your hand over here." Xiao Yan raised his hand and said.

Yu Qingyi put her hand into his hand without hesitation. Her hand was white and slender, as soft as boneless.

Xiao Yan faced her palm, passed a ray of spiritual energy, and began to travel along the meridians in her body.

Feeling the spiritual energy in her body, Yu Qingyi was shocked at first, and then felt relieved.

She had invited two grand masters before, and knowing that this was a method only available to top warriors, she had even more hope in her heart.

Xiao Yan took back his hand and frowned.

The poisoner was very clever, and she took too long.

Yu Qingyi had been observing his face carefully, and when she saw his appearance, her heart suddenly rose to her throat again.

"Is it troublesome?" She couldn't help but ask, with a tremor in her voice.

Xiao Yan nodded, looked at her with a strange look, and said hesitantly: "It can be cured, but it's a little inconvenient."

"Ah?" When Yu Qingyi heard him say it could be cured, she was immediately overjoyed. When she heard him say it was inconvenient, she blinked a few times, took out a bank card from her bag, and presented it with both hands.

"There are ten million in it. Please don't dislike it, Mr. Xiao." Yu Qingyi said sincerely.

She had previously asked a grandmaster to help with the treatment, which cost several million at a time, not counting the usual fees. But now she was facing a great master, and she thought the price was not expensive.

Xiao Yan was surprised, ten million!

He had been working for more than thirty years in his previous life. At his peak, his net worth was only a few million. Counting the book figures of the house, the cash in his hand never exceeded 300,000.

Look at other people, they will give you 10 million without batting an eye. Is this a rich person?

Although he had roughly known through Lin Bao that high-level warriors in this world were valuable, he did not expect them to be so valuable.

His expression made Yu Qingyi misunderstand him, and he added nervously: "The money is just a gift. If sir is willing to treat me, Qingyi will thank you greatly."

Xiao Yan laughed dumbly, took the bank card politely, and put it into his jacket pocket.

I was still thinking about how to buy a house for my parents, but now I have no money?

And the money to buy medicinal materials has also been solved.

But how to make this money come to light is a problem.

After collecting the money, he naturally had to do something. He cleared his throat and said to Yu Qingyi: "When I say inconvenient, I refer to the treatment methods."

The poison in Yu Qingyi's body has overflowed through her meridians and spread all over her body. To completely dispel it, she needs to use spiritual power to massage her whole body, and for massage, she must take off her clothes.

This is the trouble Xiao Yan is talking about. After all, he is not a doctor with a professional background, and Yu Qingyi is a charming and charming beauty. It is impossible for him to be undistracted and treat the other party as a piece of pork.

But besides massage, he had no other option.

So he expressed his concerns. After hearing this, Yu Qingyi's face suddenly turned red to the root of her neck. She changed from her previous cold and indifferent look, and her brows and eyes were filled with shyness and charm.

She asked in a voice as small as a mosquito: "Can I wear underwear?"

Xiao Yan tilted his head, shook his head in embarrassment and said, "I'm afraid not."

Most of the poison in her body was concentrated in her chest and lower abdomen, and her underwear was the hardest hit area.

Xiao Yan muttered: "There is no cure for the poison in your body. It can only be dispelled by spiritual... internal power."

Yu Qingyi bit her lip, raised her head, and her eyes became firm: "Please help me, sir."

She has been suffering from the disease for more than a year, and every time she has an attack, she is in excruciating pain, like a torture.

In the past, it would only occur every few days, but now it is becoming more and more frequent. It can occur several times a day, and it lasts longer and longer. Even during the intervals, the pain is only slightly relieved.

If she hadn't been worried too much, she might have been unable to hold on and would have chosen to commit suicide.

Compared with the pain, what is a little shameful treatment?

Besides, Mr. Xiao is a great master and it is impossible for him to have any dirty thoughts towards her.

Yu Qingyi thought so.

Xiao Yan nodded and extended his hand to signal. Although Yu Qingyi was confused, he still handed over his hand obediently.

"Let me help you suppress the toxicity first."

After a few minutes, Yu Qingyi felt refreshed, all the pain and discomfort in her body disappeared, and she felt a long-lost sense of relaxation.

The last trace of doubt buried in my heart disappeared.

"Thank you, Qingyi, for your kindness, sir." She looked into Xiao Yan's eyes and smiled.

After getting rid of the torture of illness, Yu Qingyi's elegant temperament has reached a new level, like a green lotus in a lake.

But this smile adds a bit of inner charm, blooming like a green lotus.

Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

He began to worry about whether he could hold on during the treatment process.

Xiao Yan is self-aware. Although he is reborn and a cultivator, psychologically, he is just an ordinary...

man.