Chapter 7 Mysterious Highness 2

Jiuyin Juemai is an extremely rare condition. People with this disease, usually before the age of eighteen, will freeze to death, and there is no cure at all.

Moreover, this kind of patient's body is extremely yin, and if it is a woman, she will have the beauty of the country. If he were a man, he would also look unparalleled.

No wonder he looks so monstrous.

But looking at his appearance, he should have passed the age of eighteen long ago. I don't know what method he used to prolong his life?

Just looking at his pulse, his true qi is flowing backwards in his body, he can no longer suppress his own cold qi, and maybe he will die in a moment or three.

Ye Qingli sighed and took out the golden needle from her arms.

As a doctor, she couldn't be left alone.

She raised her hand and moved her fingers like the wind. The golden needle in her hand tapped thirty-six acupoints on his body.

This is the "Tianjue Needle Method" passed down by their Ye family. It only lasted a few seconds, but she was already sweating profusely.

This body is still too weak.

After a while, the man groaned and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He seemed to regain a sense of sobriety, and subconsciously reached out and grabbed forward, whispering in his mouth.

Ye Qingli was caught off guard by his wrist. The tentacles are cold, but with a touch of warmth, it is very comfortable.

His eyes seemed to be about to open, and he whispered, "Don't go..."

Ye Qingli was shocked when he saw that his eyes had opened a gap.

The person who was originally injected by her would take at least an hour to wake up because of the overdraft of the potential in her body.

This man's body is really powerful!

Without thinking, she turned and ran, but the man's hand grabbed her so hard that she couldn't break free.

Ye Qingli felt anxious, grabbed something and knocked it hard on his head.

The man was knocked unconscious, then she turned and ran, quickly disappearing into the narrow mountain road.

After a long time, dozens of black knights rushed over, seeing dead bodies all over the floor, and shouting in panic, "Master!"

"My lord!!"

An old man quickly came up to give him a pulse.

But soon, a strange look appeared on his face.

"His Royal Highness seems to be fine."

A woman shouted, "How is that possible! Every time the cold poison attacks the master, he has to go through countless pains. This time when he is fighting with someone, the attack will only get worse. Didn't you see that he was already in a coma?"

The old man shook his head: "No, this is someone who used extremely profound medical skills to dissolve the cold in his body."

He nodded with a tsk tsk: "And, at least for the next three months, the cold poison will not attack. This person's medical skills are really amazing!"

At this moment, the man suddenly opened his sharp eyes and stood up.

With the mask on his face, he regained his stern and intimidating radiance.

Everyone knelt to the ground: "It's too late, you deserve to die!"

The man waved his hand casually.

At this time, the old man couldn't help but said, "Excuse me, Your Highness, which expert helped you heal?"

The man's eyes froze for a moment.

He only remembered that she seemed to be an elegant and immortal woman who came from the clouds like a fairy. He rescued himself in a time of crisis, and then drifted away again.

He still remembered the body temperature he felt when he touched her wrist when he was about to pass out.

You know, because of his physique, he has never felt an extraordinary body temperature since he was seven years old.

It's just that I can't remember how she looks. I just remember that there was a long wound on her face.

He clenched his fist lightly, "Go on, I'm looking for someone..."