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Liang He really did not like Nan Yan, especially since Nan Yan had secrets on him. But Liang He was able to understand Yan Ling's feelings. He was very clear about the feelings Yan Ling had for him, just like how he treated his subordinates who risked their lives just to support him. He was like a brother, but also like a family member at times.

Perhaps it was because he felt the same way, that Liang He began to take care of Nanyan's wounds with some worry. He also threw Yan Ling and the others on the ground, and only informed his subordinates before leaving with Nanyan.

Even though Liang He had a germaphobia and felt uncomfortable all over, it was still true. He carried Nanyan all the way to Mu Qingqiu's hospital. Even he himself felt that it was quite unexpected that he hadn't thrown her out in the middle of the process.

Not long after Liang He left with Nan Yan, several black-clothed men arrived. However, this time they were sent by Liang He. It was about the same time, almost the same time.

Liang He hadn't informed his underlings just now when he had decided to bring Nanyan away. He had told his underlings to rush over immediately after something had happened. This was the only reason why he had such a quick result.

Yan Ling and the others were anxious as well. Liang He had left too quickly just now and hadn't told them where he had taken Nan Yan.

Just as Li Yi and Qingyu wanted to ask Yan Ling about this, they saw a slightly dazed expression on his face. The two of them were unable to speak up no matter how hard they tried. Therefore, no one said anything and followed the carriage.

Liang He's qinggong was very good. Although he was galloping, he was very steady. In addition, he had deliberately taken care of the wound on Nan Yan's arm, so even at Mu Qingqiu's clinic, Nan Yan's complexion was only a bit pale; no one could see that anything was wrong.

Even if Mu Qingqiu was a genius doctor, she couldn't see through all of his illness with a single glance. At the moment, she thought it was some kind of minor injury, but when she saw Liang He's expression, she didn't think too much and just assumed it was his identity card. She directly took him from Liang He's hands and carried him to the backyard.

Mu Qingqiu looked to be in her sixties, but her steps were steady as she held onto a skinny man who had unfurled his body without any resistance. It was as if she was holding onto a small kitten in her arms.

Liang He stared fixedly at Mu Qingqiu's back for a while, his eyes revealing a thoughtful expression. The next person had already arrived. If this could cause that brat to lose his life, then he could really be considered to have exhausted all of his strength.

Due to the fact that he knew Mu Qingqiu's ability, Liang He wasn't too worried. Instead, he patted his hands and went to the backyard to wash the blood off his hands.

Although he didn't have much time to think about it along the way, Liang He was a bit "relaxed" now. Seeing the blood on his hands, he felt uncomfortable all over. How could he continue to be patient?

When they arrived at the back of the house, Mu Qingqiu could smell a faint fragrance, like the scent of flowers or medicine. She did not feel slightly stunned.

The faint musky smell of the Golden Sore Medicine was faintly discernible, but Mu Qingqiu, who had been dealing with medicinal herbs for half her life, could clearly sense that there was Immortal Crane Grass within the Golden Sore Medicine.

If it was an ordinary doctor, they would have naturally never heard of this kind of medicine. But if it was a noble or powerful person in the capital, they might have known that this kind of medicine was unique to the Dark Dragon Pavilion.

This was because the people from the Dark Dragon Pavilion would often go on assassination missions. Even though they were powerful and had never failed, some injuries were inevitable.

Such medicine could help them stop bleeding faster, so how could those bear-shaped doctors know about it? Furthermore, the ingredients added in the Immortal Crane Grass were very particular. Even if the doctor outside knew about it, he would still not be able to produce it.

Some of the powerful individuals in the capital had used all sorts of methods to get some of the Golden Sore Medicine unique to the Dark Dragon Pavilion in case they needed it. Even if it was useless, it would be a different kind of show to put it at home.

Mu Qingqiu carefully looked at the black-clothed youth lying on the bed. This child was still young, and Mu Qingqiu had seen most of the rich and powerful people in the capital city. Could it be …

Mu Qingqiu suddenly felt a wave of fear. 'Could this child be from the assassination association, the Dark Dragon Pavilion?'

However, a guess was still a guess. Mu Qingqiu should be doing the job of treating the injured and saving the person at the moment. After a moment of surprise, Mu Qingqiu began to unwrap the cloth wrapped around Nanyan's arm.

As he continued to move about, Mu Qingqiu grumbled, "A child is still a child after all. Isn't it a waste for you to use medicine?"

Mu Qingqiu was naturally aware of this medicine and the hemostasis effect was extremely good. At the same time, it was not comparable to the usual medicine that could pinch people's nose. Although the medicine had a slight fragrance, it was still quite faint.

Mu Qingqiu had clearly heard it from the beginning. To achieve such an effect, it must have been by sprinkling a small bottle on his wound. Suddenly, Mu Qingqiu felt a bit of pain.

However, when Mu Qingqiu completely removed the strip of cloth from Nanyan's arm and saw the exposed wound, he immediately decided against it.

Compared to before, the wound had stopped bleeding; it was just that it was still seeping through. Because the blood stains had been easily treated, the wound was now clearly revealed, and eerie white bones were faintly discernible.

If it wasn't for the bottle, the child would have already died from excessive blood loss.

Mu Qingqiu obviously hadn't expected it to be this serious. When she thought about how she had been calm and collected just now, blaming the person for wasting her medicine, Mu Qingqiu almost wanted to slap herself in the face. His vision now was far from what it had been before.

Seeing such a serious wound, Mu Qingqiu did not panic at all. Instead, she became even more excited. Perhaps doctors generally liked to pull people back from the gates of hell by themselves, which would probably give them a sense of accomplishment.

Although Nan Yan's wound no longer looked like it was bleeding, the truth was that the bleeding hadn't really stopped. If he didn't quickly cure it, there would still be problems.

Mu Qingqiu was naturally aware of this point. She took out the row of silver needles that he nearly carried with him and began to acupuncture and moxibustion on Nan Yan.

The man who was talking about how his eyesight was not as good as before was holding the needle as if it was a god looking needle. His movements were precise and clean, and the way his sleeves were flowing with wind was probably beyond the reach of many people.

Mu Qingqiu's hand movements seemed very free and easy, but in the end, he was still very clear on what was going on in his heart.

After finishing the set of needles, Mu Qingqiu seemed to have lost some of her strength. Cold sweat started to appear on her forehead, and she was no longer as demeaning as she usually was. Her face was slightly pale.