C1811 The Winning and Losing of the Battle Gradually Began to Tilt
C1811 The Winning and Losing of the Battle Gradually Began to Tilt
At the same time.
Yu Qingshui had already finished brewing the first bowl of soup and brought it over for the old man to take.
Before long, when the old man tilted his head back and drank it, there was no reaction at all. This was already Yu Qingshui's relief. What he feared the most was that the old man's body could not withstand the medicinal strength and would collapse immediately.
As long as it didn't collapse, it was good. The next step would depend on how the medicinal strength was absorbed.
It could be seen with the naked eye that after a few breaths, the old man's appearance suddenly began to become young. Just by looking at this, it was enough to prove that the effect of the bowl of medicine was astonishing. Unfortunately, Mo Nan, who was not far away, already shook his head.
The old man's body was like a leaking ball. Before fixing those holes, no matter how good the medicinal effect was, it was useless.
Sure enough, in less than half an incense stick of time, the old man's exterior rapidly aged.
Yu Qingshui was suddenly a little disappointed. His brows knitted closer and closer, and he did not lose heart. He once again walked towards the medicine cabinet and prepared to give it a try...
Mo Nan, on the other hand, was surprised.
It seemed that the mastery of medicinal herbs by the Upper Realm's alchemists was indeed not something that he could understand. He originally thought that the medicinal strength in the old man's body would fluctuate. However, if one were to look carefully, the old man's expression had clearly become much better.
If nothing unexpected happened, it was the internal injuries within his body that had improved.
This way, it proved that Yu Qingshui's medicinal formula was still effective. As long as he continued to consume it, the old man's body would recover sooner or later.
Unfortunately, Yu Qingshui didn't have the time to take care of the old man slowly. Whether it was him or Mo Nan, they only had four hours. After four hours, whoever allowed the two old men to recover better would be the winner.
Therefore, Yu Qingshui still had to try.
On the other hand, old rascal saw that the old man beside him was sweating profusely. The wooden bed was soaked. Sweat dripped down the bed and onto the ground. The old man was especially weak. He didn't even have the strength to move or shout in pain.
He was only relying on his willpower to hold on. That was why he didn't fall into a coma.
Mo Nan admired this. Then, he waved his hand and removed the silver needles from the old man's body.
"Hu!"
The old man seemed to have recovered his energy soon after he removed the needles. After asking Mo Nan for his opinion, he went to get a bowl of water to drink. Then he sat back by the bed. At this moment, his eyelids twitched slightly.
"Kid, did you really not deliberately torture this old man just now?"
Mo Nan's face did not turn red, but his heart did not jump. "Of course not."
"Do you feel better? Don't you know?"
Fox looked at him. If it wasn't for the fact that his body was itchy and comfortable, a warm current would have spread all over his body from the soles of his feet. If it wasn't for that, he would have turned hostile long ago.
"You want me to rest for a while and continue to be tortured by you later?"
The old man took a few breaths and rolled his eyes in anger.
Mo Nan, on the other hand, could not help but laugh when he heard that. "Look at what you are saying. It seems like I am deliberately making things difficult for you. Don't worry, the subsequent treatment will be much more normal..."
At this moment, he was indeed letting the old man rest. As for the subsequent treatment, there was no need to use the same method as before.
A person's self-recovery ability was also limited. Just now, he could be considered to have stimulated the old man's potential. This effect should be able to last for about a day. As a result, no matter how stimulated he was next, the effect would not be better.
Hearing the sound, the old man could not help but secretly rejoice in his heart. Looking at this kid, he felt much more pleasing to the eye.
To be honest, he had felt many times just now that he was still alive, it was better to die than to live so cleanly. To be able to make him think like this, one could imagine that if it was anyone else, they would have probably gone crazy long ago.
What he did not know was that old rascal had deliberately aggravated him because he felt that he was not in enough pain. He did not know how he would feel if he knew about this.
Let's not talk about this.
Later, when the old man was almost done resting, Mo Nan finally walked to the spirit medicine cabinet. To be honest, this was probably his first time. Acupuncture alone could not cure the symptoms of the patient. Hence, he needed to work together to make the effect better.
Compared to Yu Qingshui, who was still in deep thought in front of the medicine cabinet, the herbs used by old rascal were much simpler. There were only about 20 kinds of herbs in total, and this was the maximum number of herbs he could guarantee the effect.
Yu Qingshui, who was standing next to him, only took a glance at the herbs that old rascal had obtained and withdrew his line of sight suspiciously. He probably could not figure out what would be the use of these herbs even if the old man drank them.
Mo Nan naturally had his own way.
He took the herbs and cooked them himself. He gave them to the old man and asked him to drink them. Mo Nan immediately asked the old man to lie down on the bed.
Then, he massaged the old man for acupuncture.
This time, it was not because of those unorthodox methods. old rascal was serious. His hands did not stop for a moment. In the blink of an eye, the old man's entire body, especially his waist and abdomen, was filled with silver needles.
Looking around, he was no different from a hedgehog.
At first, the old man was a little nervous. Then, he realized that even though he had been stabbed with so many needles, it was not as painful as before. He relaxed.
When the crowd still did not understand why old rascal did this.
A startling scene took place.
The old man was originally blue, black, and his skin color was like rotten wood, but after that, it became slightly normal. Just when the Yuh family's pharmacists were shaking their heads, they felt that it was useless.
The time it took for an incense stick to burn passed very quickly.
The old man's body did not recover from the condition before he drank the medicine.
"How is this possible!"
Yu Qinghuan was the first to cry out in surprise. Then, she ignored the fact that they were still in the middle of the competition. She walked over with large strides and checked the old man's body condition. She was deeply afraid that Mo Nan was faking it. She almost suspected that old rascal had actually used a layer of flour on the old man's body as if he was performing a magic trick.
However, after he checked the old man's body, he could not help but turn silent. He quietly retreated. When he looked at Mo Nan again, he felt as if he had seen a ghost.
"Patriarch, how is it?"
The alchemists of the Yuh family became increasingly uneasy. They asked Yu Qinghuan about the results of the inspection.
However, Yu Qinghuan did not say anything. She merely pointed in the direction of the old man. In the next moment, the old man seemed to have sensed something as well. His eyes were filled with surprise as he called out.
"Old Six, Old Six!"
"What?"
The old man who was being treated by Yu Qingshui was still feeling depressed because the drink he had drunk before had no effect. He replied impatiently when he heard that.
Sensing his old friend's attitude, the old man, who had been stabbed with silver needles, was not angry at all. He just turned his head to his old friend and said excitedly,
"Why are you still standing there? Look at me."
When the old man finally turned his head impatiently.
The old man slightly raised a finger that was not pierced with a silver needle and flicked it. His fingertip seemed to flash with some light that could not be seen clearly.
However, when he saw this, the old man beside him had already widened his eyes and also turned red with excitement.
Although it was very little and very small, he was very sure that what his old friend used just now was indeed the Spiritual Force that had long been in a mess inside their bodies and could not be controlled.