Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 5 Wrong answer

Readers who have read novels such as Kuaichuan, Chuanshu, and systems know that if the fate of the character in the story is to be changed, it should be prevented before the character’s tragic fate has happened. However, Song Qingshi interpreted the title as the end of the story, and to save the character who had suffered a tragic fate, there was a difference of thinking and a thousand miles away.

In the original book, Yue Wuhuan has only appeared three times:

For the first time, the protagonist Shou has just been sold to Jinfeng Villa, and seeing the unbearable scene of Yue Wuhuan being played by the guests, the three views are broken.

For the second time, the protagonist was forced to recognize his identity due to the naive illusion of the future, the ridicule and humiliation of Yue Wuhuan.

For the third time, Yue Wuhuan was taken out by Jin Feizhen on the Langgan stage to entertain the guests, and was accidentally torn apart by the demon tiger. Jin Feizhen concealed the inside story of the demon tiger’s madness, and treated it as a deliberately arranged game in the banquet. With extreme fear, he shattered the last trace of the protagonist’s dignity, making him completely surrender and become a plaything.

In short, Yue Wuhuan is a small supporting role with little pen and ink, leaving early, using stray waves to set off the beauty of the protagonist. His beauty is only a beautiful flower that is about to wither, how can it be compared with the ice and jade, the flower of the sunrise that has not yet bloomed?

This is a super simple multiple choice question that every reader will do!

If the system is alive, the exam will be invigilated, so that he will climb out and knock Song Qingshi to death as a fool.

Song Xueba didn’t know that he had digressed from the topic, but still eagerly gearing up with confidence, doing his best, vowing to hand in a perfect score!

On the way back to the Valley of Medicine Kings, Song Qingshi had absorbed all the memories of the original body, and integrated the massive knowledge of medicine and alchemy in it. There are rare and exotic herbs and miraculous medicines in the fairy world. However, the inheritance of pill medicine is similar to traditional Chinese medicine. It only knows the effect is wonderful, but it does not know where it is.

Modern medicine will conduct systematic research on traditional Chinese medicine to find out the relationship between the monarchs and the ministers, extract the useful ingredients in each medicine, and then develop medicines that are easier to take and more effective.

Some female scientists won the Nobel Prize for this, benefiting the world. Song Qingshi focused on modern medicine. He leaped away from the traditional path of the fairy world. He quickly found new ideas for solving problems for many subjects that the original body had failed to study hard—using the Tiangong Pavilion to make modern scientific instrument substitutes, and then Analyze the effective ingredients in immortal medicine, purify, research, and even artificially synthesize…

In Song Qingshi’s mind, there were countless experimental schemes in an endless stream, and there were tens of thousands of books and inexhaustible medicinal materials in Yaowanggu, as well as abundant research funds.

He was overjoyed like a mouse falling into a rice tank, and he wanted to hug the system and kiss him a few times.

Song Qingshi fully understood why the original body lived, staying in such a fairyland, he could stay there forever!

I am immersed in the ocean of crazy learning and research every day, and I dedicate my life and soul to my favorite medical god, and no one can send him back!

Song Qingshi looked at the more unhappy he was in his arms, and the more he looked at him, the more he loved.

This is the big treasure that gives him everything! He will do everything he can to save him, just like his parents used to treat themselves, accustomed, petted, loved, and given him all good things, so that he can live a happy life like a prince in a fairy tale!

Song·Father’s love is like a mountain. In Qing Dynasty, he was full of ambition, suppressed his excitement, and directly placed Yue Wuhuan in the side hall of his bedroom. He did everything by himself. First, he poured the elixir carefully with a crane-mouthed pot to re-invigorate the breath of life. Then he changed into white clothes, put on a homemade mask, and found out double extremely thin monster leather gloves. After disinfection, gently cut off the blood-stucked gauze and feather skirt on Yue Wuhuan’s body with scissors, rinse the wound, and then Suture with very fine silkworm thread, and then cut off the shackles to treat the wound.

Song Qingshi’s movements were extremely gentle and fast, barely touching any skin, but Yue Wuhuan’s body was extremely sensitive. He twitched slightly and groaned a few times, and fell asleep again. Song Qingshi took the opportunity to take some blood samples for analysis, and also performed a full-body scan of him with God’s Mind. He was a good-tempered person, after seeing the disastrously ruined dantian and meridians in Yue Wuhuan’s body, he couldn’t help but darken. He scolded the animal a few times, thinking in his heart how to explain the status quo when he woke up.

Song Qingshi was not good at communicating with strangers, and was able to make do when discussing majors, but he often jumped in his thoughts and lost his words in small talk. For example, everyone watched the popular men’s group selection variety show and argued over who is the male god?

He answered very sincerely that it was Asclepius, the **** of medicine…

Song Qing hasn’t understood why everyone said that he killed the sky.

He thought hard for a long time, and remembered that when the frostbite was not that serious, he went to the hospital for an internship. The brother knew that the younger brother was afraid of society, and he would be speechless when he stated his condition to the patient, so he specially taught him: “You Try to get rid of all feelings and treat yourself as a medical machine. First write down the detailed case and treatment plan, then recite it with a smile on your face, and then end with a comfort sentence.” Song Qingshi obtained this secret book and practiced a lot in front of the general teacher. At last, I didn’t feel nervous about the patient anymore.

A hospital is a place for treatment, and Yaowanggu is also a place for treatment. What is the difference?

After Song Qingshi had an enlightenment, he immediately replaced Yue Wuhuan’s beds and bedding with the white ones commonly used in hospitals. He ordered the medicine servant to rush out several sets of patient clothes, put them on by himself, and then tied the roots on his wrist to represent the critically ill condition. With a red wristband and a sign on the head of the bed with “Superior Care” and Nursing Instructions, I instantly felt that I had returned to the hospital and felt calm.

He didn’t worry about the nursing skills of the medicine servants, and took on the work of the nurse himself. He was careful and not afraid of getting tired. He wiped and washed Yue Wuhuan’s face, filled medicine and water, and even replaced the quilt to deal with all kinds of filth.

It has been three days since Yue Wuhuan woke up. He was confused and not knowing where he was. He stared at the white gauze tent on the top of the bed and spent a long time in a daze. Finally, he realized that he was alive and he was as relaxed as he hadn’t been in a long time.

He closed his eyes, faintly remembered the faint fragrance of medicine in the nose and the hands that gently released all the restraints for him in the dream, took a deep breath, some did not want to wake up, and then faced the never Ending nightmare.

I don’t know how long it took, the more Wuhuan opened his eyes violently, remembering where he had smelled the fragrance of the medicine. He slowly turned his head and looked at the round table next to him, only to see that Yao Wang Xianzun was attentively changing the cursive paper on the table, frowning, and his expression serious, as if thinking about something bad, in the silver plate next to him. There was also a familiar **** rosary, and it was obvious that he was given to the guests to play with.

The more Wuhuan’s phoenix eyes shrank, the rumors of the perverse and evil deeds of the Chinese Medicine King Xianzun appeared in his mind, but he was not afraid, willing and unwilling to be under the control of God’s rosary without meaning, and his broken body was no longer worthy of cherishment. He took a breath, gritted his teeth and struggled to get out of bed, but a sharp pain came from his shoulder, which made him dizzy and fell straight down. Song Qingshi had no distractions when he was researching. He heard the movement and found that the patient was awake. He was afraid that Yue Wuhuan moved his body and cracked the wound. He quickly reprimanded with a stern tone: “You go to bed right away! You are not allowed to get off for ten days!”

This is the secret taught by the head nurse of the hospital. It has a good effect on treating patients who do not follow the doctor’s advice.

“Ten days?” Yue Wuhuan was stunned. He couldn’t help but look at Song Qingshi up and down. The more he felt that his appearance was deceptive. He had been with guests for many years, and he was used to seeing Fengyue, and he couldn’t see this person’s bed. I have the ability to play so well…

Song Qingshi saw him stay still, put down the pen, walked over and picked it up with his own hands.

The more Wuhuan is cruel and cruel, he stretched out his hand and gently hugged his neck, his hot fingertips touched the cool skin, as smooth as cold jade, and the clear and clean medicinal scent wrapped gently like in a dream, the more Wuhuan couldn’t help but shook his mind for a moment, and laughed a few times in his heart that he still didn’t learn well, then resumed his usual posture, and breathed ambiguously: “I hope that Xianzun will pity…”

“Don’t worry, I will.” Song Qingshi carefully put him back on the bed, then pulled over the quilt, wrapped tightly, and solemnly instructed, “Yaogu is wet and cold, you are a mortal body, be careful of the wind and cold, and cover the quilt. Don’t show your hands and feet, don’t kick the quilt.”

Yue Wuhuan had never seen this trick in bed, and was a little at a loss.

“You are a patient now, let me tell you about the situation,” Song Qingshi returned to the table, picked up the stack of paper with words, nervously pushed the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose, and read with a smile, formulating his tone. The patient spoke quickly, “The worse the patient is. There are three lacerations from the right shoulder to the chest, which are 18 cm, 14 cm and 12 cm long. The right shoulder bone is fractured, and the suprascapular artery is ruptured. The skin bruises on the right elbow. , Left and right wrist skin tissue bruises, left and right knee skin bruises, left and right ankle soft tissue bruises, buttocks skin and soft tissue lacerations, signs of drug abuse in the body, and drug addiction may be possible in physique, understand?”

The more Wuhuan only felt that his stiff smile was full of weirdness, the more and more he thought, the more chaotic he was, and he nodded and pretended to understand.

“It’s good to understand,” Song Qingshi felt that what he said was detailed and easy to understand, and began to recite the preliminary treatment plan. “Your dantian and meridians have been destroyed, and your body is seriously damaged. It is not suitable to use strong medicine, so you cannot take Rejuvenation Pill, Juqi San, Wanwu Pill or Shenggu Pill. It must be treated with mortal medicine first, then treated with Liumai Fusheng Decoction medicated bath, and then taken Shenglong Pill and Jiuzhuan Xuelian Pill.”

Yue Wuhuan finally understood that Huichun Pill, Juqi San and Shenggu Pill were common immortal medicines, and he had also taken it when he was seriously injured.

Wanwu Pill and Shenglong Pill are worth a thousand dollars, and I have heard that the poster of Bizhu Lou has used it for his own treasure.

I don’t know what Liumai Fusheng Decoction is, but the Nine Transformation Blood Lotus Pill is the treasure of the immortal world. It is made of ten thousand years of blood lotus. There are only nine in the world. Most of them do not know where they are. God; the owner of Piaoxuebao turned against the Taoist couple in the secret realm, killing his wives and seizing treasures; one appeared in the Qizhen Pavilion auction, and it was auctioned by the owner of the East China Sea Langya Pavilion for hundreds of thousands of high-grade spirit stones. For some reason, Feiqi was unable to participate in that auction, and was heartbroken. He thought it was a lifelong regret and kept talking about it.

If you use mortal things to describe it, someone saved an unknown beggar by the side of the road, saying that he would give him precious delicacies, a golden house, a jade horse, and billions of wealth. Finally, he said that he would pass on the jade seal of the country and the world. Give it to him, whoever believes in this kind of inferior deception is a fool.

Yue Wu laughed, and his heart was cold. He confirmed that Song Qingshi was playing cutely.

He had encountered a lot of such false sternness, sweet talks, and pitying appearances before, but he wanted to coax his slaves to play the game of each other, and he still greeted his dirty body.

Song Qingshi is memorizing the last closing words: “Don’t worry, as long as you follow the doctor’s advice and cooperate with the treatment, the disease will be healed.”

“Okay,” Yue Wuhuan’s phoenix eyes showed a bit of flattery, and he replied in a lazy voice, “Slave everything depends on Xianzun…”

“Almost forgot,” Song Qingshi looked into his eyes and suddenly remembered something. He put on animal skin gloves again, picked up a luminous bead the size of a goose and placed it in a strange long tube lampshade, and then sat on the side of the bed. He leaned over and looked at the more unhappy, and seriously told: “It may be a little uncomfortable, please bear with me.”

Yue Wuhuan laughed self-deprecatingly, letting the phoenix eyes show the color of desire, then softened his body and waited for a new play.

Song Qingshi stretched out his hand and opened his eyes, illuminating the inside of the eyes with the luminous beads, carefully observed for a long time, and whispered: “The problem of the lacrimal secretion system is not visible on the outside, so I still have to do a colored dye inspection…”

The more Wuhuan: “???”