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Anan's attitude and reaction made Zhan Xiaolou surprised. But soon, she reacted. Just as she was about to say something, a weak voice was heard. "Take it off, I'm fine."

Jing Jue's tone was too calm, as if the person he was going to take off was not him. Because of Jing Jue's words, Zhan Xiaolou was stunned for a moment, then he quickly said, "Nan cut off your son's shirt from his back with a pair of scissors. I only need to do acupuncture on his back today."

After saying this, Zhan Xiaolou added, "If you don't drink today, I don't need to give you acupuncture."

Jing Jue didn't say anything, even if Nan wanted to say something, she didn't dare to. After all, her young master had told her not to say anything about this matter, but she felt extremely uncomfortable inside. Her young master had just arrived at the palace from the first floor, and this was only his third time in so many years.

Even though Zhan Xiaolou had been concocting this medicine, she had still seen Nan's expression. There was something fishy about this!

However, the most important thing right now was to stabilize Jing Jue's situation. Coincidentally, they could only detoxify him once today, but she didn't have much medicinal ingredients left. If she wanted to completely detoxify Jing Jue, she had to speed up the process of finding the medicinal ingredients at Jing Hong's side!

Zhan Xiaolou lowered his head to make the medicine soup. A Nan also cut off Jing Jue's shirt from his back and waited for Zhan Xiaolou to finish mixing the medicine. The boiling water had also lowered its temperature.

The transparent water was currently a faint azure-green color. It was a bit strange, but it was emitting a strong medicinal fragrance. Zhan Xiaolou's expression did not change even when he saw Jing Jue's back, which was white and smooth, as he said.

Before he could even react, Zhan Xiaolou had already pierced a few needles into his back. As the needles entered his body, traces of black blood began to seep out little by little from the needles. Hua Rui and Nan both thought that the black blood would drip into the barrels, but the blood miraculously solidified on top of the needles.

However, Zhan Xiaolou didn't stop there. After solidifying some of the blood on the silver needles, she carefully took out a clean jade bottle and stored the black blood that Jing Jue had drained out of his body.

As the medicinal soup slowly became clear, Zhan Xiaolou began to collect the silver needles bit by bit. She placed all of the silver needles into an iron box, and after putting the silver needles away, Zhan Xiaolou had Hua Ruo and Nan carry the unconscious Jing Jue out from the wooden barrel.

All these actions were done by Hua Rui. Nan helped. Although he had always served Jing Jue, she was a woman after all. It would be inconvenient for her to do some things.

While Hua Ruo was changing Jing Jue's clothes, Zhan Xiaolou placed his hand into the bath where Jing Jue was bathing and washed it for the first time.

"Uncle Wen, bring some water."

Uncle Wen was waiting at the door. After Zhan Xiaolou said those words, he quickly brought out a basin of hot water. Zhan Xiaolou carefully washed his hands before taking the strong alcohol to wipe his hands.

"Uncle Wen, find a secluded place and bury the things inside the box. Remember to bury it deep. Take the box with you and don't open it."

These silver needles were specially made by Zhan Xiaolou for the treatment of Jing Jue. Therefore, when Jing Hong asked him how much money was needed for Jing Jue's treatment, Zhan Xiaolou would say that it required a lot of money.