When Zhan Xiaolou heard that something had happened to Hua Ruo, he immediately became clear-headed. He jumped down from the bed and opened the door.
"Uncle Wen, what do you think happened to the flower?"
"I don't know either. I just went to close the door and looked outside, and saw a person lying behind the great banyan tree. When I walked over, it was actually Hua Ruo. I'll have to take him to the ward first. "
"Bring me there quickly!"
Zhan Xiaolou followed behind Uncle Wen, jogging all the way to the patient's room.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Hua Ruo lying on the bed.
At this moment, his complexion was dark, his eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his face was covered in sweat. It could be seen that he was in pain, but his eyes were closed, as if he was trying to wake up.
"Ruo'er? "Ruo'er?" Zhan Xiaolou shouted several times, but Hua Ruo didn't react.
He felt Hua Ruo's pulse and discovered that his heartbeat was extremely fast, to the point that it was abnormal. He had never heard of such a situation happening to Hua Ruo before.
"Uncle Wen, bring me my medicine chest. Hurry."
A moment later, a seven inch long thin silver needle stabbed into Hua Ruo's body. Hua Rui's body trembled, but she did not wake up.
Zhan Xiaolou took out two more silver needles and quickly and accurately pierced them into Hua Ruo's Bai Huai and Shen Cong acupoints.
"Mm …" After a low grunt, Hua Rui slowly opened her eyes, relaxing Zhan Xiaolou.
"Ruo'er?" Zhan Xiaolou watched as Hua Rui's beautiful eyes slowly regained their focus. When she saw the person in front of her, Hua Rui's eyes reddened and tears began to flow.
"Lou, I thought … thought I was dead …"
Zhan Xiaolou was shocked. Hua Ruo's condition was rare, but the pulse she was feeling was completely recovered. Her pulse had also returned to normal.
Ruo'er, do you remember what happened? When I saw you in the yard, weren't you all right? " Zhan Xiaolou tried hard to recall the scene when he saw Hua Rui.
Suddenly, Zhan Xiaolou's eyes widened. Had Hua Rui been poisoned? When he saw Hua Ruo, he was holding the metal box, which was filled with poison.
"Ruo'er, did you open that metal box before?" Zhan Xiaolou asked seriously.
Hua Ruo's face was filled with confusion, "What metal box? What did you say, Lou? "
He doesn't remember? Zhan Xiaolou continued, "It's the metal box that contained the poison expelled by the Art of Thorns. I had people bury it underground, but you dug it up. You said you were curious and wanted to take a look. Did you forget?"
After hearing Zhan Xiaolou's words, Hua Ruo was even more shocked.
"What?" I have never done such a thing, and I know how powerful the poison is. Since you've already told everyone not to touch it, how can I dig it just because I'm curious? "
Zhan Xiaolou carefully observed Hua Ruo's expression. He really wasn't lying, and based on her understanding of him, if Hua Ruo was someone who listened to her, he definitely wouldn't do what she said.
Then the man who dug up the metal box... Who was it?
Zhan Xiaolou felt a chill run down his spine as all of the hairs on his body stood on end!
"Then, Hua Ruo, you really don't remember anything?"
"I seem to remember that I had a dream. In my dream, there was a person who was exactly the same as me. He wanted to kill me, so I resisted and resisted all the way. Then, I suddenly woke up and saw you." Hua Rui's voice was choked with sobs, filled with an indescribable pity and fear.
Seeing that Hua Ruo was fine, Uncle Wen quietly left.
Zhan Xiaolou sighed lightly and reached out to hug Hua Ruo. When he felt the trembling of the person in his embrace, Zhan Xiaolou silently smiled.
"Ruo'er, don't be afraid. I'm here!" I won't let anything hurt you! "