774: C774 Refining Poison

C774 Refining Poison

Mao Xiaojun was fully focused on roasting the pottery jar. He did not pay any attention to Qiao Xiaoqing.

Because the poisonous thing inside was still hitting the surroundings of the jar continuously, and the force seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

Mao Xiaojun's one hand was slightly unable to hold it, and his other hand also went up to grab the jar.

Qiao Xiaoqing's heart was filled with hatred. Stinky country bumpkin, I am talking to you, but you actually ignored me.

She slowly walked closer to Mao Xiaojun, wanting to see what this guy was doing, and why his entire body was shaking.

When she walked to Mao Xiaojun's side and looked at the jar in his hand, she laughed.

"Country bumpkin, what's in this jar? The bottom of the jar is burning red, and the things inside are still moving."

"Wait a while, the jar will stop moving."

Mao Xiaojun did not waste any more time talking to her. After saying this, he continued to focus on pressing the jar.

A few minutes later, the movement in the jar slowly became smaller and smaller. In the end, there was no movement at all.

Mao Xiaojun knew that the poisonous thing inside had been roasted to death.

If he roasted it on the fire for another ten minutes, the poisonous creature should be able to be roasted to death.

The poisonous creature inside was dead. Mao Xiaojun didn't need to press the especially hot stopper. After taking his hand away, he slightly raised the fire and stood by the side to watch.

At this moment, Qiao Xiaoqing had already left. She felt that staring at a country bumpkin and watching a pot was boring, so she might as well go to the tea hall and have a cup of tea.

The jar that contained the poisonous thing was on the gas stove. After being burned for more than ten minutes, Mao Xiaojun felt that it was about time, so he turned off the fire and let it cool down by itself.

At this moment, he took the big bag that contained the herbs from his back, opened it, and took out two sticks of herbs.

There were many clean washbowls in the kitchen. He took two and filled the tap with water. He began to clean the herbs.

Soon, the two sticks of herbs were washed out. He took two clean large porcelain bowls from the kitchen and put the herbs inside.

At this moment, he was waiting for the jar to completely cool down before he took out the things inside. With these herbs, he could go upstairs to help Soong Qiao use them.

In the room upstairs, Jin Lian had been guarding the little sisters' bedside.

Just now, Soong Qiao was almost unable to catch her breath. Even though she was breathing in oxygen, her breathing suddenly became rapid as if she could not catch her breath.

Her heartbeat was extremely unstable and it was running up and down. The doctor was anxious and did not know what to do.

Fortunately, after a few minutes, her whole body slowly stabilized.

Jin Lian and Soong Xin were so anxious that their palms were covered in sweat.

They knew that Soong Qiao might not be able to hold on much longer. The current situation was on the verge of death.

Downstairs, the jar finally cooled down and Mao Xiaojun did not open it. He thought about what happened upstairs. He opened the jar again and took out the poisonous dregs from it. He used them on Soong Qiao's wound.

He found a large plate from the kitchen and placed two bowls filled with herbs on top of it. The jars were also placed on top. He tidied up the remaining eight sticks of herbs and put them on his back.

Then, he carried the plates out of the kitchen and went upstairs.

When he walked to the staircase, Qiao Xiaoqing walked out of the tea room next door. Just now, she drank two cups of tea and had been observing the room in the hall. When she saw the country bumpkin walk out, she also left the tea room and came out.

"Country bumpkin, I'm not asking you to send dinner. I'm like a chef, carrying a plate and placing a bowl."

Qiao Xiaoqing looked at Mao Xiaojun's silly country bumpkin appearance and laughed in her heart.

"I'm treating a patient. I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. I'll go upstairs first."

"Alright, I want to see how a bumpkin like you treat a patient."

Qiao Xiaoqing followed behind Mao Xiaojun as if she was taking pleasure in his misfortune. She slowly walked upstairs.

When they reached the door of Soong Qiao's room, the door was open. Mao Xiaojun reached out his hand and gently knocked on the open door.

"Sis Jin Lian, I'm here."

"Yes, Little Jun, come in!"

Jin Lian did not walk over, but her voice came from inside.

"Yes!"

Mao Xiaojun carried the plate and walked in. Qiao Xiaoqing followed closely behind him.

"Little Jun, what are you doing?"

Jin Lian was quite surprised to see Mao Xiaojun carrying a large plate and two bowls on the plate.

This little rascal, why did he treat people like this?

It was not like he was cooking nutritious porridge for patients.

Soong Xin, who was standing beside Jin Lian, saw this scene and was very angry in her heart. " You countryside brat, what is going on? My sister has been in a coma. Can she eat? Are you planning to feed my sister with these things?"

Jin Lian and Soong Xin were not the only ones who felt strange. The doctors in the room were also puzzled.

They had never seen anyone use these things to treat patients. Even those fake doctors who cheated in the underworld would not do such a thing.

Holding a plate and making two bowls and one jar to treat a patient who was in a deep coma and about to die, this was nonsense!

A middle-aged doctor wearing a white coat walked to Mao Xiaojun's side and asked, "Little brother, are you treating the patient?"

Mao Xiaojun nodded. " Yes!"

The middle-aged man was the most famous doctor among all the doctors. He asked curiously, "Little brother, forgive me for being blind. How can you treat patients with these things?"

"In a while, apply the medicine to the patient. If these herbs are effective, the patient's condition will get better." Mao Xiaojun simply said a few words and did not give a detailed explanation.

Because now, he needed to use the herbs for Soong Qiao as soon as possible.

The middle-aged doctor still wanted to ask, but Mao Xiaojun turned around. He said to Jin Lian and Soong Xin, "Sis Jin Lian, Miss Xin, I need to use special herbs for Miss Soong Qiao now. Could the people here leave and go outside? Is that okay?"

After Jin Lian and Soong Xin looked at each other, both of them nodded.

Soong Xin walked to the doctors and said, "Experts, Doctor Xiaojun is going to apply medicine for my sister. Please leave together."

The doctors were originally quite curious about how this young man treated a critically ill patient. Now that the patient's family wanted to leave, they could only leave one by one.

When the doctors all went out, Jin Lian pulled Qiao Xiaoqing and Soong Xin out as well.

"Sis Jin Lian, close the door in a while."

"Yes!"

Everyone went out. Only Mao Xiaojun and Soong Qiao were left in the room.2

Mao Xiaojun felt sour when he saw Soong Qiao's body was full of tubes.

One of Soong Qiao's wounds was on her chest, while the other two were between her legs and buttocks. There were also wounds.

The last time he saw her, the wound had seriously decayed.

After three days, after taking the medicine, he didn't know how the situation was right now.

Mao Xiaojun took a clean basin from the room and filled it with water from the tap in the washroom. He took it out and placed it by the bed, preparing to help Soong Qiao clean the wound.

Suddenly, he noticed that Soong Qiao's face suddenly turned red, and her breathing became rapid like a bellows.

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