MTL - Becoming the Empress: Golden Finger Set Under My Bed-Chapter 475 Poisoning

Although Meng Li was wearing soft armor outside, after taking off the soft armor, there was a white coat inside.

But now, this layer of snow-white shirt, on the waist and abdomen, has now been dyed red, and the red center is slightly black, which looks terrifying.

An extremely strong smell of blood came, accompanied by a slight rancid smell.

Du Yong's heart was shocked, he could not help but clenched his fist, and then stretched out his hand to pull the shirt apart, and Meng Lixin's long and strong body was suddenly exposed in front of everyone.

His body is perfect. He has been practicing a spear in the sun all year round. His arms are the strongest, showing a faint wheat color, and every inch contains power.

But on this sturdy and perfect body, a nearly black blade broke this perfection. The blade was about an inch long and didn't look big, but the flesh around the blade was already ulcerated.

Now it exudes a slight rancid smell, it looks terrifying!

Slim couldn't help covering her mouth and nose, frowning slightly, and asked sharply, "How many days have been this wound? Are you crazy or he is crazy? Why don't you see the doctor?"

If this decay continues, the whole person will have a high fever in the next step, which can really kill a person.

Moreover, judging by her judgment, such a wound and such a degree of decay really took three to five days.

When An Rushuang heard Zhu Xianxian's words, she quickly stood up.

"what did you say?"

She hurriedly walked to the bed and saw the wound, but she was unstable.

And listening to her asking like this, Du Yong felt a little desperate in his heart.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fist and said in a low voice: "This morning. This wound is the wound of this morning. It is less than two hours since now."

Zhu Xianxian was indeed taken aback, and said in surprise: "How is it possible?!"

With that said, she took a closer look at Meng Li's wound, and then went to sniff the blood on the clothes—the blood was indeed fresh.

But what happened to his body?

She frowned tightly and couldn't figure out what would make his wounds fester like this in one day!

At this moment, someone patted Zhu Xianxian's back.

Zhu Xianxian was taken aback, and he heard an old voice slowly behind him: "Okay, girl, let me see what happened to him."

Zhu Xianxian hurriedly turned her head to look at this person, and saw that standing behind her was a small old man with a pipe hanging around her waist. His figure was rickety and his hair was gray.

What is curious is that he is still dragging a small crimson jar in his hand.

"This gentleman is..."

She couldn't help but turned her head to look at Du Yong. Du Yong nodded at Xianxian. He believed the old doctor more about today.

Moreover, this old man is from Yizhuang, so he should know a little bit about this strange thing, otherwise they would be unable to deal with the living corpse today.

Thinking like this, Du Yong nodded and said: "Let the old man take a look first!"

Slim brows frowned slightly, turned around and stood beside An Rushuang.

Seeing that An Rushuang had never said anything to refuse, he relaxed and looked at it to see what tricks the old gentleman had to cure this strange disease.

Moreover, General Meng's condition is really weird.

If it is today's injury, how can it rot to such a degree? Could it be contaminated with something unclean?

But he said that the old man walked slowly to the bed of General Meng Li. He looked at Meng Li with a solemn expression, as if he hadn't noticed the rancid smell around him. Then he stretched out his hand-a dry one, but Clean pale hands.

He pressed down with his fingertips and pressed down around Meng Li's skin that was about to fester.

The fingers tightened harder and he observed Meng Li's current expression.

Even if you faint, people will always have some natural reactions to pain.

But Meng Li was very strange. There was no reaction on his face, or even slight twitches, as if the wound was not his, and it looked very strange.

After a long time, the old man frowned tightly, then slowly shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "I don't feel anymore."

The tight string in An Rushuang's heart seemed to break in an instant, and she stood up abruptly, staring at the old man with bright eyes.

"What do you mean?!"

With that said, she strode to the old man's side, looked down at the wound, a trace of unbearable flashes across her face.

She used to heal Meng Li's life and death, but now she dare not.

At the beginning she could abandon all distracting thoughts, but at this moment, she was too confused to touch Meng Li's injury at all, for fear that a small omission would kill Meng Li.

At first, she bet on medical skills, but now she dare not bet on medical skills.

In front of Meng Li, she couldn't believe herself anymore.

The old man sighed deeply and shook his head again: "No consciousness means no consciousness. It doesn't mean anything. Let's see how decayed his wound is now. This whole piece of flesh must be cut off completely."

With that said, he pointed at Meng Li's wound.

An Rushuang gritted her teeth, she still understood this, and nodded emphatically: "Then cut the meat, as long as he can live!"

Du Yong was very frightened, and quickly said: "Madam, if this is meat cutting, such a large area will definitely cause the general to suffer a lot, and we still..."

Also confront Shengdu! If they knew about it over there, it would definitely be extremely detrimental to them.

But these words circulated for a while, Du Yong looked at the old man with unknown origin, but could not say it.

Don't look at him usually, but he still has a bit of calmness when encountering things.

An Rushuang looked at him coldly, and said solemnly: "I said cutting meat, so I cut meat!"

Du Yong was sweating anxiously, but he heard a few pops, turned his head to look, he was so angry that he burst into death on the spot.

The old man was on the side, he smiled and slapped his hands: "I said this girl is smart..."

He said like this, but then he replied: "But even if it is completely cut off, there is no guarantee that the degree of decay will expand again? Oh, if it is expanded again, it is impossible to cut this leg next time. It's gone..."

An Rushuang's heart was squeezed. She clenched her fist tightly. After a while, she looked at the old man and suddenly asked.

"Isn't he injured? This is poisoned, is he?"