Rural Strongest Little Divine Doctor
Chapter 1992: She Begins to Forgive Him
To kill Luo Yang and find someone with medical skills superior to his, it’s a nearly impossible task.
The Boss and the Second Boss both needed Luo Yang’s treatment. Although they hated him, they had no intention of killing him at this moment.
"You said you could cure me and Shuimei. If you’re lying, I will kill you! You are mine!" the Boss almost roared.
Luo Yang slightly tilted his body back to avoid the saliva sprayed by the Boss.
"Sister Teng, I keep my word," Luo Yang said earnestly.
While talking, the woman brought a small bottle on a tray.
The small bottle held a liquid that looked like yellow muddy water, seeming very turbid.
The Boss reached out for the small bottle, handed it to Luo Yang, and said coldly, "Drink it!"
Drink?
What kind of water is this?
Luo Yang was secretly shocked, wondering if it might be poison.
He held the bottle for a good while without drinking it, which displeased the Boss.
"If you don’t dare to drink it, it proves you’re lying!" the Boss scolded sharply.
Already poisoned by the Soul Dispersing Pill, and now having to drink this murky water, a string of curses ran through Luo Yang’s mind.
Frowning slightly, Luo Yang said, "Sister Teng, you wouldn’t give me poison, would you?"
Before being poisoned by the Soul Dispersing Pill, Luo Yang believed the Magical Pond Water from the Shennong Scripture could cure all poisons but later found out it wasn’t infallible.
Fortunately, the Magical Pond Water still had some effect; at least it could keep the Yin Spirit from dissipating, giving him a chance to find the antidote.
Having recently offended the Skull Fortress, Luo Yang understood that if the Boss and Second Boss didn’t need his medical skills, they would have already launched a full-scale attack on him.
It was a time to show his sincerity now. Seeing the Boss’s angry face, Luo Yang reluctantly tilted his head back and gulped down the Tears of the Netherworld.
At first, he felt nothing, just a bit of warmth in his stomach, like having a sip of Erguotou.
Gradually, his consciousness began to blur.
What was more terrifying, the Yin Spirit seemed to want to separate from his body, making him feel drowsy and hazy.
Looking at the Boss, he saw several shadowy figures.
Wanting to quickly drink some Magical Pond Water, he held back as the Boss would see it and demand an explanation.
Anyway, he was already here; worrying was useless. Luo Yang decided to close his eyes and fully experience the effects of the Tears of the Netherworld.
Soon, his whole body started to heat up.
The Yin Spirit didn’t seem to like such a hot environment, wanting to escape from the body. Luo Yang felt light and airy, as if about to ascend at any moment.
This dizzy state lasted for three to five minutes, then gradually, his body cooled down, and his consciousness began to clear up.
When he opened his eyes again, the Boss was looking at him with a hint of surprise. Luo Yang smiled and said, "Sister Teng, I didn’t lie to you, did I?"
With a cold snort, the Boss said in a voice like a broken gong, "This is what you get for seeking this out!"
Seeking this out?
Perhaps it was so.
Luo Yang always thought the Eight Immortals Hall within the Ten Great Alliances was a grand entity. Although there were grievances with the Eight Immortals Hall, they generally wouldn’t resort to such despicable means.
Who would have thought Wang Weiye would poison him at a banquet, truly beyond defense?
Recalling it, Luo Yang’s heart burned with anger.
He chuckled bitterly and said, "Sister Teng, you’re right. I did bring it upon myself. From now on, I consider you my confidant."
Hearing this, the Boss’s gaze softened slightly, at least losing the sharpness present when looking at him before.
"I invited you here to ask you about something," the Boss suddenly said.
About something?
Could it be about the Blood Devil?
As far as Luo Yang knew, no one was aware he had acquired the Blood Devil.
Pausing for a moment, Luo Yang asked, "Sister Teng, what is it?"
With indifference, the Boss said, "I’ve heard you’re affiliated with the Tenth Mu Tan. Is this true?"
That was indeed a fact.