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Perhaps because Uncle Wen was in an extraordinary mood, or perhaps because of Zhan Xiaolou's mental state problem, but at dinner that night, Zhan Xiaolou unexpectedly tasted the dishes her father cooked all those years ago!

Jing Jue returned to the inn after a day of traveling to the Imperial Palace. However, the moment they returned to the inn, Jing Jue, who had endured for more than half a day, immediately fainted like a soft noodle, and fell onto the floor of the room.

She carried the carriage with her and arrived at the small building's infirmary as fast as she could. Back then, it was for convenience's sake and she specially looked for an inn that looked similar to South City so that she could deliver Jing Jue to the small building's infirmary as soon as possible.

However, no one had expected that this suggestion that had been made by Ah Dong would come true so quickly.

Battling Little Lou was happy today, so she let Uncle Wen accompany her for a drink. She knew that Jing Jue's situation was already very serious, but she didn't expect him to be this serious.

When Ah Nan knocked on the door of her hospital, when Uncle Wen opened the door, she was startled awake in the backyard, because she drank too much, Zhan Hu slept very early tonight, and now she was woken up, her mood wasn't very good either. But before she could get angry, before she could put on her clothes and walk out of the courtyard, she heard Ah Nan's voice from the distance, "Battle God Doctor, please save our Young Master."

Other than Jing Jue, Zhan Xiaolou could not think of anyone else who could make An Nan this nervous. When he thought about the incident with Jing Jue, the unhappiness in Zhan Xiaolou's heart disappeared. He could only hope that Jing Jue would be able to hold on.

"Take him to the room next to Uncle Wen's and have someone go heat up some water!"

As Zhan Xiaolou said this, he also walked to the door and opened it. When He Nan saw that Zhan Xiaolou had already put on his clothes, he seemed to have hope. Zhan Xiaolou brought the medicinal ingredients he had prepared today to the room next to Uncle Wen's, but when he saw Jing Jue, he immediately frowned.

"Didn't I ask Uncle Wen to send a message for Jing Jue to have a lighter dinner tonight? Also, his body is already like that, who let him drink! "

At this moment, Zhan Xiaolou's expression was terrifying. It was the first time that Nan and the others had seen an angry expression on his face. Uncle Wen also knew that whenever Zhan Xiaolou came into contact with matters related to medical skills, he would be exceptionally serious.

Thus, when he saw Zhan Xiaolou like this, Uncle Wen could only silently take off Jing Jue's jacket.

Jing Jue's body reeked of alcohol, and even from a distance, Zhan Xiaolou could smell his scent. Even though the outer layer of clothing had been stripped off, Zhan Xiaolou could still smell the alcohol reeking off Jing Jue's body.

"Ah Nan, go next door and call Hua Ruo over. Uncle Wen, tell the other servants on the first floor to hurry up and boil some water!"

Once Zhan Xiaolou lost his temper, he immediately walked to Jing Jue's side and forcibly stuffed a pill into his mouth. The pill only lasted for a split-second, but he would have to wait for the effects to appear.

At this moment, Nan had already run out of the room. Uncle Wen also quickly walked into the kitchen and stared at the other servants on the first floor who were boiling water.

After everyone had left, Zhan Xiaolou finally opened his medicine case and took out a white cloth bag. As he opened the bag, Zhan Xiaolou slowly said, "What's the matter? Why do you still drink when you know you can't drink? Who do you think you are going against for doing this? "

After Zhan Xiaolou finished speaking, he took out a silver needle from his opened white cloth bag. After gently wiping the needle with cotton that had been soaked in alcohol, he quickly stabbed at Jing Jue's heart.

As the three silver needles fell, Jing Jue finally opened his mouth, "So he's a doctor after all!"