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Wu Dong opened the car door and glared at Xiao Wen: "You should be concerned about something else!"

The antidote Wu Dong gave Liu Bei was only able to temporarily suppress the infectious disease and not completely cure it.

However, it was as if Liu Bei had obtained a treasure. His wishful thinking was better than anyone else's.

He wanted to analyze the ingredients of Wu Dong's pills and sell them to the medical company. He could earn a lot of money without any effort and would even become a hero who saved his students.

He had both fame and fortune!

Wu Dong drove Jiang Xue and Xiao Wen back to the clinic. Seeing that the three of them had returned safely, Li Ziruo's originally anxious and uneasy heart was finally at ease.

Wu Dong, however, had no intention to rest. He was going to the hospital to see Sun YiRou, he still had many questions to ask her personally.

Xiao Wen was at the side fanning the flames. "Uncle, do you want to abandon us and go on a date with that female painter!?"

Jiang Xue's face became ugly again as she consoled her.

Wu Dong had the urge to strangle Xiao Wen on the spot, but in the end, he endured it.

He wrote down a prescription and gave it to Jiang Xue: "Use the ingredients written on the prescription to create a batch of pills."

Liu Bei didn't take the students to heart, but Wu Dong couldn't bear to let the female students suffer.

This Liu Bei will deal with him sooner or later.

Wu Dong added: "If that senior Liu Bei is looking for you, don't mention the pills to him."

Jiang Xue was in a difficult situation with Liu Bei. She apologized to Wu Dong on behalf of Liu Bei: "Wu Dong, he just has a more direct personality, don't look at how fierce he is, he actually treats people pretty well."

Wu Dong said secretly: I'm pretty good to you, aren't I?

He said, "I'm not angry. I just don't trust him."

This Liu Beiyi definitely did not hold anything back.

Wu Dong drove to the hospital, asked the nurse about Sun Yirou's ward, and walked straight in.

Sun Yirou had woken up, and the doctor had given her a IV drip to replenish her energy.

Seeing Wu Dong walking over, she ended the call.

She was very sorry that all her classmates had been quarantined at school.

The roommate comforted him and made her feel better.

Sun Yirou sat up. Although she had recovered, she was still very weak.

Wu Dong sat down beside her, and Sun YiRou said: "I'm sorry, Brother Wu, it's my fault."

Wu Dong smiled as he advised her, "You are just sick, not in trouble."

Sun Yiru's big eyes blinked as if she was determined. She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "It's really my fault this time."

She told everything to Wu Dong.

She made up a painting not long ago.

It was an image she had seen when she was painting by the sea, an old man in a windbreaker, sitting on a bench by the river with his eyes full of age, as if it were the end of the world.

Stunned by the scene, she scribbled a sketch.

But simple sketches do not express the vicissitudes of old age.

Therefore, she decided to use more paint and energy to recreate her work. However, during the creation process, she met with trouble. No matter how she color it, she could not find a suitable color.

She needed even stranger colours, and then she thought of the clover.

Her grandfather had been gathering herbs in the mountains all year round, and his knowledge of medicinal herbs was far beyond the imagination of an ordinary person.

Sun Yirou had already known about it and understood it a lot.

As a child, her grandfather had chanced to collect a rare clover, and the black ink from the leaves of the grass had left a deep impression on her.

Somehow, she felt that color was really what she needed.

So she sent someone to the mountains to find her grandfather and ask him to send her the stored liquid of the clover.

Grandfather Sun Yirou knew the toxicity and severity of this herb, so he reminded her repeatedly to use it carefully.

As long as the poison didn't enter the bloodstream, it wouldn't be fatal.

In the end, Sun YiRou's grandfather left a mark on his mind and told her not to go to the hospital if she was accidentally poisoned. There was no way to cure this poison right now, only Wu Dong who had learned Ancient Chinese Medicine could cure it.

Wu Dong smiled, he had met Sun YiRou's grandfather twice and they had a good conversation.

He explained a lot about ancient Chinese medicine to Sun Yirou's grandfather. Sun Yirou's grandfather also taught him a set of five plays to strengthen his body.

The two of them could be considered as friends who had forgotten the new year.

Wu Dong nodded and laughed, "Your grandfather truly thinks highly of me."

Sun Yiru lowered her head. Her grandfather had warned her, and she had been very careful at first.

A new color was mixed with the sap of the hyacinth, and, as she had expected, she created the portrait.

When the painting was finished, she wanted to find the old man in the painting and give it to him.

But she couldn't find it, and finally she came up with a compromise and sent the painting anonymously to the gallery.

He hoped that more people would be able to see this painting. Perhaps that old man would be able to see it too.

After the painting was sent out, what happened was something Sun Yiru did not expect.

After the painting had been sold for a high price of one million dollars, she had no intention of standing up.

On the contrary, she was a little disappointed that the paintings had been collected privately and could not be seen by more people.

In her disappointment, she accidentally cut her hand when she was painting again. She was poisoned by the chicken tongue grass, which led to what happened afterwards.

"You art people really don't want to live."

Wu Dong sighed, "You sure are creative to paint with poison."

The fact that he could joke around showed that he did not blame Sun Yiru.

But Sun Yiru was blaming herself endlessly. She also did not expect that painting with chicken tongue grass would cause such a big trouble.

She looked at Wu Dong and continued to ask: "My classmates, they … Can you treat them like you treated me? "

Wu Dong was a thick-headed man, if he used his mental power to treat the patients, he would probably vomit blood after the treatment.

Wu Dong could only consider it for a moment before explaining, "Your situation is special and is different from theirs. They now have a professional doctor to take care of them, so you don't have to worry. "

Sun Yiru wanted to say more, this strange disease, wasn't modern medicine unable to cure it in a short period of time?

A couple rushed into the ward, the two of them holding hands, the man looking anxious, the woman with tears on her face, as they walked they called out Sun Yirou's name.

Wu Dong heaved a sigh of relief. Sun Yirou's parents had arrived, so he could go back now.

Sun Yi Rou grabbed onto Wu Dong's arm, "I don't know them."

The woman cried even harder. Are you frightened? "It's mother! I'm mother!"

She walked over and wanted to grab hold of Sun YiRou's hand, but Sun YiRou hid beside Wu Dong: "I really don't know them! My mother always called me by my nickname. "

The woman was unwilling to let him go, and then she grabbed onto Sun Yirou's body.

The man's expression changed and he said, "My daughter must have lost her memory from fright. We're going to take her to the hospital."

As he spoke, he moved in an attempt to snatch him away.

Wu Dong looked outside the room. Unknowingly, there were a few people outside the room, and these people blocked the door on both sides, preventing the doctors and patients from entering. Their attitude was extremely tyrannical.

The woman no longer tried to hide her tears. She looked like a different person.

Wu Dong's hands were quick, he grabbed the pillow on the bed and threw it at the woman, who held her breath and tumbled down the bed.

When the man at the side saw Wu Dong making a move, almost at the same time that Wu Dong threw his pillow, he also rushed forward.

Wu Dong carried Sun Yirou and kicked the man in the stomach, sending him flying and crashing into the door.