The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

"Master, you must be tired after sitting for so long. Disciple asks disciple to take you back." Xing Liaomu said to Ming Bufan in a low voice with 'concern'.

"Cough, Liao Mu, you send off the head of the Nine Patriarchs and Mrs. Xing for the teacher, cough." Ming Bufan raised his hand and patted the back of Xing Liaomu's hand.

Xing Liaomu nodded to him and responded.

...

Not long after, the Nine Patriarchs and Mrs. Xing were sent out of Yeyou Hall by Xing Liaomu.

Along the way, the Nine Patriarchs became more and more strange as they thought about it, and finally grabbed Xing Liaomu's wrist and pulled him to a corner.

"Liao Mu, what did Master Bufan mean just now? Don't you want to save Qi'er?"

This is for sure, Ming Bufan even used the trick of pretending to be sick, wasn't it intentional.

But what's going on here, his Jiu family didn't offend Ming Bufan, if he could make Jiu Jia owe him a big favor for saving Jiuqi, why not do it?

This is what everyone wants to understand, right?

"Uncle, how did you say that? Master was indeed seriously injured while dealing with the ghost corpse. This is not false at all."

Hearing the Ninth Patriarch's question, Xing Liaomu's eyes flashed, and he said in a weak tone.

If he doesn't want to save him, he doesn't want to save him. In fact, he doesn't even want to save Jiuqi, and there is a hurdle of Sheng Chuxin in the way. Who wants to offend Master Mo Shang for Jiuqi?

"Liao Mu, why does mother think that Master Bufan is pretending to be sick?" Mrs. Xing asked directly.

When he just entered the door, he didn't look like a sick or injured person. He was seriously injured after hearing the words Sheng Chuxin. Isn't this injury too strange?

"What is pretending? Mother, what are you talking about?" Xing Liaomu secretly rolled his eyes, and he couldn't help it with such a brainless mother.

"Then tell me, what's going on?" Mrs. Xing asked again.

She didn't want to believe it anymore. With her extraordinary ability, she couldn't even cure a poison.

"This..." Xing Liaomu glanced at Patriarch Nine hesitantly, and gritted his teeth.

Looking left and right to see that there were no other disciples passing by, he spoke softly to the Jiu Patriarch and others.

"Mother, Uncle, let me tell you the truth. The one who poisoned the Ninth Miss is now a celebrity of our Qinglong Academy. Master Mo Shang, have you all heard of it?"

"Master Mo Shang?" Jiu Mo raised an eyebrow rarely.

Master Mo Shang of Qinglong Academy, isn't he a generation taller than Dean Chen? He's back?

I didn't even get the news, how did the group of people under my hand do things?

"What happened to Master Mo Shang?" Madam Xing asked.

Could Jiuqi's poison be related to Master Mo Shang?

That's terrible, she had heard a long time ago that Ming Bufan and Mo Shang are very good friends, this is a fact that the entire Qinglong Academy knows.

If that was the case, it would be understandable for Ming Bufan not to detoxify Jiuqi.

"Master Mo Shang is fine, but the younger sister Sheng is the closed disciple of Master Mo Shang. In the entire Mingxin Academy, only the younger sister Sheng is a disciple who is loved by Master Mo Shang. Uncle Ninth, what do you think?"

"Sister Saint? Who is it?" The head of the Ninth Patriarch still had a glimmer of hope. That sister Saint should not be Sheng Chuxin, right?

It's just that he was disappointed.

"It's the ex-fiancée of the Ninth Young Master, Sheng Chuxin." Xing Liaomu curled his lips and said.

I really don't understand what is in Jiuqian's head. Junior sister Chuxin, who is so beautiful and lovely, doesn't want it.