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Mu Zheng sat paralyzed in his chair. His mind was already in a mess as if he was in a trance, as if this was just a dream.

Mu Sheng was dispirited as well. He wished that the one feeling the pain from the peeling was himself. Right now, his mind was filled with all sorts of messy thoughts.

What if he lost her?

But what if she saved his life?

If she got up and saw that she had lost her hand, she would definitely be extremely sad and would not be able to persevere.

However, if she didn't cut off this hand, her life would be gone …

Moreover, the pain of her hands being chopped off was terrifying. It was excruciating. How could a weak girl like her be able to withstand this!

Mu Sheng had lived for thirty years and had never hesitated. He wasn't worried that she would lose her arms. Even if she lost both hands, Mu Ying would still take care of her for the rest of his life. However, he wouldn't be able to see her immersed in pain for the rest of her life.

The more Mu Yong thought about it, the more furious he felt. He was angry at himself for not protecting her properly, and he hated the heavens for being so unfair.

Although Xue Ruyun was lying on the bed, motionless, she could still hear the sounds coming from outside. Hearing her own miserable fate, her eyelashes trembled for a moment, and tears uncontrollably flowed out.

The flat-bird sighed, "Your Majesty, conquest of the throne, hurry up and make your decision. If you're late, the five poisons will attack your heart and the last bit of yang energy will dissipate. I'm afraid even with this old man's abilities, there's no way to reverse the situation."

Hearing his words, Mu Zheng and the others felt like they had just awoken from a dream. After hesitating for a long time, they forced out a few words. This arm … "Cut it..." With that, Mu Sheng turned around and slapped his hand on the pillar, unable to utter another word.

Mu Zhuo was paralyzed and almost fainted.

Only Mu Sheng's eyes were bloodshot as he clenched his fists so tightly that the veins in his body were exposed. His eyes were wide open and filled with tears. He gritted his teeth with all his might to not let them fall.

"Understood."

The flat bird picked up the knife it had prepared earlier and spat out a mouthful of wine.

"Sigh, what a pity. If my senior brother Bian Xi was here, all of this wouldn't have happened. " He shook his head, poured the wine over the wound and was about to swing the knife …

"Stop!" With a loud shout from Mu Zheng, the flat bird raised its head to look. Mu Yong tightly gripped his hand and raised it in the air!

"Conquering King, what are you doing?" The flat-bird was puzzled. It saw the emperor, the crown prince, and the others rush in as well.

"What? What did you say?!" Mu Sheng held onto his shoulder, the strength in his hands so strong that it felt like it was digging into his bones. He shouted hysterically as tears gushed out of his eyes.

"Hey hey hey, let go!" "Be careful of the blade." The flat bird struggled, almost stabbing the blade into Mu Sheng's hand.

Mu Zhuo and the others also came up to pull Mu Ying away. Only then did the sparrow breathe heavily and almost die.

He slowly put down his saber. He didn't know what Mu Ying's expression meant when he saw the expression on his face.

"Could it be that he had lost his mind due to excessive sadness?"

The flat bird guessed. It put away the knife and took out a pill from its bosom for Mu Ying to consume. "This is a Tranquil Spirit Pill. If you eat it, you won't be so excited."

However, Mu Rong Zhan threw the medicine on the ground and asked, "Who was that bastard you were talking about just now?"

The bird seemed to know something when it saw him like this. It quickly recalled.

I remember that year when there was a plague. All of the old and young people in our village died. Only my brother and I struggled to escape this calamity. Watching our parents and our families being tortured to death by the plague, we were powerless and in extreme pain.

From then on, we secretly vowed to grow up to become a famous doctor of medicine, to save the dead and help the wounded as their own responsibility.

We asked for food along the way. Every time he heard of a genius doctor with outstanding medical skills, he would immediately head over to acknowledge him as his teacher, wanting to become his apprentice. Unfortunately, both of them had no money and could not pay the tuition fees. Each time, they would be chased out. He would have to borrow books to teach himself, or he would have to lean against the wall and eavesdrop. Every time he was caught, he would be beaten up.

Until, once, we were beaten to a pulp. On his deathbed, he met an old man with a heart of gold. He saw that we were eager to learn, and that we also had a kind heart that could help the world. He brought us to the mountain and personally taught us the medical skills passed down through his ancestors.

So this person was actually the descendant of the famous ancient genius doctor, Bian Que. Seeing that we have no last name, other people only call us stinking beggars, but also to let us remember our ancestors. Master gave us the name of Pingxiang, the flat bird, which combined to make the flat magpie, Pingxiang, Pingxiang, Pingxiang, Pingxiang, Pingxiang, Pingxiang, Pingxiang, Pingxiang, Pingxiang, Pingxiang, Pingxiang.

Master has taught us according to our talents. We were both very studious and had our own merits. I was brave and decisive, and my master taught me to shave my bones and cure my poison. His elder brother was meticulous and clever, and his master taught him how to sew up wounds.

Later, when the master and old man had left, we went out to practice medicine in order to fulfill the wishes of the day.

Later, the situation was in turmoil. Smoke rose in all directions, and war broke out frequently. We were separated in a war and never heard from each other again.

Until one day, someone delivered a corpse. Although it looked completely different, the birthmark on it was exactly the same as my brother's. He didn't expect that after being separated for so many years, they would meet again after being separated by Yin and Yang. Thinking of this, the bird couldn't help but feel sad, looking sad.

Although it had been twenty years, the bird still remembered the scene of its death. It was truly unrecognizable.

However, the crowd did not sigh after hearing what happened twenty years ago. Instead, all of them were beaming with happiness and dancing with joy as they shouted, "Xue Ruyun can be saved this time!"

The Flat Bird was puzzled for a moment, and then became excited as if he understood something, "I heard you guys saying that, my brother is not dead yet! Do you even know where he is? "

"Exactly." Upon hearing Mu Ying's affirmation, the little bird was so happy that it almost fainted.

"Where is he now?" The flat-bird's voice trembled as it grabbed onto Mu Ying's body. Now, it was his turn to go crazy.

"He didn't die. He was also in the military. He became one of the doctors under General Yuchi's command and is currently rushing over here!"

"Ha, oh, oh, really?" That's great, Bian Que stroked his beard, he was also happy and excited.

"The Emperor has already sent someone to receive him. He should be arriving today as well."

"That's great, I didn't expect us two brothers to meet again, thank god!" When the flatbird finished, it remembered that the emperor was still here. It hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed three times. "Thank you, your majesty. Thank you, your majesty."

"Get up. Now, he should be able to shave his bones and treat the poison in this Xue Moyan's body. " Mu Zheng urged.

This official will go and prepare, "the flat-bird walked a few steps and then came back," This is a bloody scene, which could only be endured by ordinary palace maids. If you want the help of a man, there is something wrong with it, but you have to be brave, brave, and see a bloody person to help me.

Hearing this good news, Xue Shaoli was furious. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she heard a voice like that coming from inside. Xue Shaoli's eyes flashed with a fierce light.