Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi folded his hands together, and said with a pious face to Yue Wuhuan: "My big baby is here!"

Yue Wuhuan was confused for a moment, and found that he was looking at six small white mice running around in the cage in his hand. He hurriedly placed the cage on the table in the laboratory carefully and introduced: "Lord, this is Yeyu Pavilion. The pavilion master sent someone to send it, but it's a rare spirit beast?"

"These are the mice I asked him to search for in the mortal world. I finally found these few." Song Qingshi lay on the table and looked at the cute little guy happily. He couldn't see enough, "Wuhuan, you know. Is it? The mice and humans are 98% genetically similar, and they are the most used experimental animals in medicine."

The more Wuhuan opened her beautiful eyes, she looked at the dirty little mouse in the cage in disbelief.

This thing is 98% similar to him?

"Now there are only a few wild animals, which need to be bred in large quantities, and then various types of mice will be cultivated, clean mice, mice without specific pathogens, sterile mice... Maybe you can also raise high- and low-cancer mice. , Diabetic rats, etc." Song Qingshi said of his beloved mice, with a radiant face, regardless of whether others could understand them or not, and muttered to himself, "It probably takes decades to nurture. Fortunately, the Yuan Ying monk has a long life. I can Raise slowly, the breeding house is built? I will live in the laboratory from today. The mice are very delicate and I don’t know if they can adapt to the fairy world. I want to make sure that they won’t get into trouble and give birth to babies. This is the lifeblood. what……"

There used to be a senior sister doing experiments abroad. After four years of training, the mice are about to show results. When encountering turmoil, she was terrified and called every day to complain. Everyone persuaded her to abandon the experiment and come back. The senior sister instantly collapsed and cried loudly about her. Here is the lifeblood of him, and he will not go away. From then on, the mice had a life-saving nickname in their laboratory.

Yue Wuhuan understood. After thinking about the past rumors, he tentatively asked: "Lord, no matter how similar mice are, they are not humans. It is very troublesome to raise them. Why don't you use mortals to test medicine? Is this a common practice by immortal pharmacists? "

"Of course we need to use humans," Song Qingshi is now full of rats, and replied casually, "We must first use mice and other animals to determine the safety of the drug, and then do human experiments. My teacher likes to test the drug by himself to determine the safety. Later, I recruited volunteers to test the drug. I also tried it several times to determine the efficacy."

He especially admires his teacher, respects himself, respects himself and serves his duties, and has a breeze in his sleeves, only for the well-being of mankind.

Hippocrates once said that medicine is the most beautiful and noblest of all techniques.

As long as a new drug can be developed in medical research, it can save countless patients from pain and even change human history.

What a wonderful thing this is?

Song Qingshi looked at the mouse, as if seeing a bright future.

Yue Wuhuan thought about it for a long time, and asked cautiously: "My Lord, your teacher has tried so many medicines, and now... is it okay?"

Song Qingshi answered honestly: "He is in another world."

Yue Wuhuan's face turned pale, and he said anxiously, "Master, please give Wuhuan the test medicine in the future."

"Okay, I'll let you try if there is no problem." Song Qingshi praised with satisfaction, "Wuhuan is really a good seedling suitable for studying medicine, smart, kind, and full of love. Your future achievements will be very high."

The Lord is good in everything, but he is a bit blind to him...

He has learned from the medicine servant that although the medicine king Xianzun has always been a medical idiot, and his words and deeds are equally weird, after coming to the medicine king valley by himself, he seems to have a little more feelings and no longer inexplicably angered. No longer do cruel human experiments, the trust and favor of him is never higher.

This kind of change caused him to have delusions irresistibly. Today, this delusion is even stronger.

The Lord doesn’t even dislike such a dirty mouse, then can he...

"Lord, I will raise mice for you," Yue Wuhuan gently pulled Song Qingshi's sleeves, and begged in a low voice, "My physique is very suitable for testing medicine. Let me try medicine for you for a lifetime, just like these mice. ... okay? I'm not afraid of death, so don't hurt yourself."

When Song Qingshi heard the word "death" in his mouth, Mao was blown up, and the shadow of Guike struck again. He sorted out all the conversations once, quickly figured out what went wrong, and firmly swears that the white mouse and Yue Wuhuan are both lifebloods, and the height in his heart is the same. His teacher is in another world for other reasons. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the test medicine, and now under his careful control, he would definitely not die.

The more Wuhuan listened, the more satisfied.

Song Qingshi considered that he was sometimes inconvenient and needed someone's assistance, so he gave Yue Wuhuan a thick copy of the mouse breeding manual, and asked for meticulous care. Yue Wuhuan carefully took over the manual with one hand and the cage with the other, vowing to take good care of the Lord's lifeblood.

The medicine servant sent a bill from the mouse and a letter from Ye Yu Ge.

Although the white mouse is not a spirit beast, no one has ever wanted this thing. It is small and difficult to find. It took a lot of manpower and material resources to find it, and it was finally found on an overseas desert island.

Combining the above and so on, the final price of each mouse is one hundred high-grade spirit stones.

"Not expensive." Song Qingshi paid the bill without hesitation.

The more Wuhuan hesitated for a long time, Fang asked, "My Lord, have you...never read the account book I sent the other day?"

Song Qingshi was not interested in the account books, so he threw it on the table and forgot when he got it. Hearing him mention it, he picked it up and looked at it casually. Then he found out in horror that Yaowanggu was in a financial deficit. He dullly pointed to the numbers on the account books. Looking forward to the explanation from the universal secretary.

Yue Wuhuan sighed: "The Lord has customized a lot of special tools in Tiangongfang, which are expensive. And... you also bought a lot of precious herbs for research. Most importantly, there are two hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones. Unknown payment..."

Song Qingshi swallowed. He used to be a rich second generation. He just spends money. He has no idea about the economy. His parents love him. It doesn’t hurt to buy medicines at his own expense. The laboratory has all kinds of equipment. Did not consider how much drug research will cost.

Now that he has crossed over, Yue Wuhuan has opened up a lot of money-making routes after sorting out the property accounts for him. The prospects are promising, so he can buy and buy, but he didn't want to become a prodigal.

He absolutely didn't want Yue Wuhuan to know the sum of the two hundred thousand spiritual stones to buy the quintessential soul.

One is that he is afraid of a heavy psychological burden, and the other is that he wants to surprise him.

Yue Wuhuan saw that he didn't want to say where the money was going, and he didn't ask, and comforted: "My Lord, don't worry too much. The main reason is that the realization of some income takes time. I will think of a way."

Although he was not blamed, Song Qingshi was still very guilty. He suddenly realized that he had been ignoring his general affairs for a long time, and in order to refuse Jinfeng Villa, he pretended to retreat and refused to treat patients. He squatted in the laboratory and the study every day. In addition to cultivating, Yue Wuhuan worked tirelessly to deal with all the things he was unwilling to do, even helped him earn money, and took care of his food, clothing, housing, and transportation. He even happily forgot these responsibilities that he should have assumed, and continued to give The other party causes trouble.

Song Qingshi pulled Yu Wuhuan’s sleeves and apologized ashamed: “I’m not good. I won’t spend money in the future. I don’t need ice silk pajamas. I don’t eat desserts. I will not add any research equipment for the time being. , I will treat a few wealthy patients later. I will work hard to make money to support you, so that you don’t have to work hard..."

Yue Wuhuan is a top-notch beauty who is super-learning. Since following him, the cost of eating and drinking is very poor. Even if he is not well, he will have to work every day to find a way to make money and raise a prodigal, worrying about his livelihood.

What kind of scumbag is he? !

How can a doctor treat patients like this? !

The more Song Qingshi said, the more panicked, his eyes became red.

"Not to this point," Yue Wuhuan found that the Lord was about to cry, and quickly explained, "This matter is not hard for me. The Lord's research is for the benefit of the world, and Wuhuan is his full support."

Song Qingshi pulled him, not knowing what to say: "Yes, but..."

A faint smile came out of Yue Wuhuan’s eyes, and he gently held his hand, hooked it, and said softly: "My Lord, I like to be busy, so I won’t think about the past in my mind. So, Let me do it, I like to do things for the Lord..."

The beautiful fingertips lightly stroked the palm, drawing circle after circle, warm, scratching and itching.

Song Qingshi was completely moved by the little angel's kindness.

Yue Wuhuan played with his palm and said with a smile: "It's just a short period of time. I plan to prepare funds to buy medicinal fields, purchase medicinal materials, and train pharmacists. The low-level pill produced by Yaowanggu will not worry about the sale, but I don't have any Networking is not suitable for publicity, it is best to find suitable people to take charge of foreign affairs."

Song Qingshi knew what he was worried about, and he did not dare to let him go out alone for fear of encountering a pervert.

There are too many killings and treasures in the fairy world, and only the powerful can do big business.

Only Song Qingshi is the only person in the town of Medicine King Guneng. If he is a social fear patient to negotiate business with the old fox, it is better to let him die...

Song Qingshi pondered for a long time, but suddenly he thought of a good idea. He found a letter from the pile of letters and ran over and said, "An Long is coming in a few days. He is the master of Wan Gu Sect. Wan Gu Sect is very powerful in Xilin. , And his family has a spirit stone mine, so he is super rich and well-connected, shall we try to find him as an angel investor?"

Song family father and sister are domineering presidents. Although he is not well-versed, he still knows a little bit about how he hears and sees every day.

Yue Wuhuan scanned the letter box and found that this letter from An Long accounted for the overwhelming majority. Although it was an academic discussion, there were three or four letters every month, and the account book of the King of Medicine was Chang He Wan Gu. There are gifts exchanges at the door, and every time the Wangu Sect gives it, it is much more expensive than the Medicine King Valley. He frowned slightly, a little disturbed, and felt the need to clarify this matter.

...

Song Qingshi didn't hide it, and spent a lot of time, Xiang Yuewuhuan explained his relationship with An Long clearly.

Recently, the memory of the original body has become more and more integrated with him, and he often has the illusion that two people are the same soul. It's just that the original person is more indifferent, and he has not received moral education, and his methods are more radical, but his living habits and learning methods are exactly the same as him. Because the original body doesn't care about anything other than research and cultivation, and doesn't care about anyone, so that the details of many of his memories of An Long are not clear, but they are roughly right.

"We met more than five hundred years ago. At that time, I hadn't had a baby. He was a little monk who just built a foundation." Song Qingshi organized his vocabulary, and said unhappily, "I remember his age is older than you." Point, seventeen or eighteen, a rebellious teenager."

Yue Wuhuan interrupted and corrected: "Lord, I was only stopped by the acacia seal when I did not grow up, and my appearance was controlled to look like a teenager. It doesn't mean that I was so young. In fact, I was already when I was building the foundation. Adult."

"Yes, you will grow up normally after the seal is released," Song Qingshi thought of his own lesson and cautiously suggested, "You shouldn't form the golden core so early. The growth of the monk will slow down when the foundation is built. The golden core will be finalized when it is too early. Jin Dan, it will become like me, unless it specializes in cultivation techniques such as body, or reshapes the body when it gets distracted..."

This immature face is a history of blood and tears of too high original talent.

He didn't want to train for appearance, so he had to admit his fate.

"I know." Yue Wuhuan looked at him with satisfaction, licking his lips, "You are fine like this."

Song Qingshi treated him as comforting, and continued the serious topic: "I met Anlong when I was collecting medicine in the secret realm. I discussed pharmacology and found that he was very insightful and knowledgeable about Gu poison. He was allowed to come to Yaowanggu as a guest to communicate. But that kid was too naughty. He likes to tease me, and also like to make me angry. After a few years...After I had a baby, I don’t know why we had a terrible fight. He was inexplicably angry, swearing, and making noise for a long time, and finally left Medicine King. Valley."

Yue Wuhuan tapped the table lightly with his fingers, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Two hundred years later, he also married Yuan Ying. He suddenly realized his mistake and wrote a letter apologizing. Then we kept communicating with each other, and the relationship was pretty good." Song Qingshi was relieved to conclude, "Now that I want to come, it should be him. The youth rebellion period has passed."

Yue Wuhuan asked cautiously: "Lord, does he like men or..."

"Don't worry!" Song Qingshi knew that he had concerns in this regard, and cut the line, "Although An Long is naturally profligate and likes to mess around, but his orientation is straight and upright! Before together, I always watched him molesting girls, instead of hooking up this fairy girl. I just provoke the oiran! It is rumored that he has caused a lot of romantic debts outside, and I have never heard of what he thinks of men!"

Yue Wuhuan is still a little suspicious.

Song Qingshi patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry! If he dares to do anything to you, I will break his leg!"

The author has something to say: Little Phoenix's object of favor in this life is the white mouse, and occasionally he struggles to lose...

Because the mouse had a problem, Qing Shi would immediately jump off the bed and rush to the laboratory (no matter what happy things were doing on the bed at the time)