The Poison Crone, after taking the roast chicken, dragged her weary body back into the alley.
Leng Ruo Li’s eyes were fixed on Mei Ji’s face, and she said softly, “Mei Ji, you hurry back inside. I need to go and see this old woman.”
Hearing this, Mei Ji looked at Leng Ruo Li with a face full of worry and said, “Miss Leng, this beggar’s eyes are flashing with fierce light. She doesn’t look like a kind person. It’s too dangerous for you to follow her alone. Let me accompany you.”
“No need. You don’t know martial arts. If a fight breaks out, I won’t be able to protect you. You should hurry back,” Leng Ruo Li added.
“Then you must be careful and don’t let her discover you’re following her,” Mei Ji said with her brows slightly furrowed, a hint of worry in her voice.
“Alright!” Leng Ruo Li nodded.
Thus, Mei Ji returned to her room, while Leng Ruo Li followed closely behind the Poison Crone.
Later, the Poison Crone, dragging her sickly body, entered a deserted, dilapidated house. She sat on the steps in the courtyard and devoured the chicken leg she had just stolen. In just a few minutes, the entire roast chicken was gone.
After eating, she lay down on the ground, curled into a ball, her face contorted in pain. In an instant, a swarm of dense, black flying insects, the size of horseflies, flew to the spot where she lay, forming a black cocoon that protected her tightly. Countless other poisonous insects and snakes surrounded the insect cocoon.
“Damn it!”
Leng Ruo Li cursed softly.
What kind of monster was this Poison Crone!
She could even do this for protection.
Leng Ruo Li had originally planned to ambush the Poison Crone, but it seemed that her ambush would not succeed. If she alerted the poisonous creatures around the Poison Crone, it would be like poking a hornet’s nest, and her trouble would be immense.
Just as Leng Ruo Li was about to sneak away quietly, two fast figures flashed past not far from her. She quickly retracted her head to avoid being discovered.
Then, a rough, hoarse male voice reached her ears. The voice sounded very familiar.
The man deliberately lowered his voice and said, “Crone, I’ve found a doctor for you.”
The Poison Crone, with her sharp, aged voice, said slowly, “The doctors you found for me before were all quacks. Not only did they fail to heal my wounds, but they made them worse. Is this one going to be the same as the previous ones?”
“I heard that this old doctor has good medical skills. I happened to meet him on the road, so I knocked him out and brought him to you. Crone, just let him try,” the man replied.
Leng Ruo Li cautiously raised her eyes to look inside. When she saw the appearance of the two people, she was very surprised.
The man dressed in a night-blooming outfit and wearing a black ghost mask had a very familiar build. After a few seconds of thought, she suddenly remembered that this was the man who had kidnapped her and locked her in the cold palace’s dungeon on the night of Leng Jin Yu’s celebration banquet, and who had released poisonous snakes at her.
She didn’t expect to meet him again.
However, what surprised her the most was that he had actually knocked out and captured her old disciple.
At this moment, the Poison Crone sat up, snapped her fingers, and the various poisonous insects and creatures around her instantly disappeared.
Wow!
It truly opened Leng Ruo Li’s eyes!
The masked man immediately woke up Old Huang.
When Old Huang woke up, he was startled by the eerie and terrifying Poison Crone.
He looked at the two of them with fear in his eyes, his lips trembling uncontrollably, and said, “Who… who are you? Why have you brought me here?”
The masked man listened, extremely impatient, and said in a chilling tone, “You must heal the Crone’s wound tonight, or you won’t be going back alive tonight.”
After speaking, the masked man directly threw Old Huang’s medical kit, which he frequently used for house calls, beside him.
Old Huang, mustering his courage, glanced at the masked man and the Poison Crone. He muttered to himself, “This masked man looks a bit better, at least his facial expression is hidden by the mask. But this old woman’s appearance is truly hideous, making me feel quite disgusted.”
Her turbid eyes flashed with two fierce lights, and a sinister, malicious grin appeared on her face. The two black scars on her forehead looked like two poisonous snakes coiled on her face.
Seeing Old Huang still dawdling, the masked man extended his leg and kicked Old Huang to the Poison Crone’s side, roaring, “Hurry up and treat the Crone! If you want to leave alive tonight, you must heal the Crone’s wound, or you will be annihilated, ha!”
Startled again by the masked man, Old Huang trembled even more violently.
Then, he slowly got up and approached the Poison Crone.
The Poison Crone immediately snorted coldly, “Coward!”
“Holy crap!”
You’ve made yourself look like this inhuman monster, how can anyone not be scared? Old Huang complained to himself.
Old Huang boldly helped the Poison Crone check her wound, but was met with her disdain. She immediately yelled at him, “There are no other injuries, only a wound on your left shoulder.”
The sudden voice made Old Huang tremble. This old monster is truly…
Then, Old Huang opened his medical kit and took out scissors. He used the scissors to cut open the clothes on the Poison Crone’s left shoulder, revealing the wound.
Old Huang looked at the wound on the Poison Crone’s left shoulder with some astonishment. The wound was very swollen. Even a slight touch made the Poison Crone grimace in pain. There was also a foreign object inside. He guessed that this old woman had been hit by someone’s hidden weapon, and the inability to remove it had caused this condition.
Leng Ruo Li, hiding in the dark, watched Old Huang with some concern. She also took out a military-grade telescope and stared intently at the Poison Crone.
The wound on the Poison Crone’s left shoulder should be the wound she sustained from being shot by a gun that night. It had been several days, and her wound had not been treated by anyone. It was likely infected.
At this moment, Doctor Huang recalled the method his little master had taught him for treating wounds. He took out the medical alcohol his little master had given him, which he had been reluctant to use, from his medical kit. He disinfected the Poison Crone’s wound, then took out a sterilized dagger and cut open the Poison Crone’s wound. He squeezed out the pus from the wound, then cut the wound a little wider with the dagger, found the foreign object, and clamped it tightly with forceps.
The pain almost made the Poison Crone faint.
Afterward, Old Huang disinfected the Poison Crone’s wound again and used an embroidery needle to forcefully stitch up the Poison Crone’s wound.
The pain made the Poison Crone immediately faint.
Leng Ruo Li, hidden in the dark, was very satisfied with the surgery her old disciple had performed on the Poison Crone. Although his skills were still rudimentary, seeing him torment the Poison Crone to death made her feel incredibly good.
“Hahaha—”
“Poison Crone, consider it as practice for my disciple!”
Leng Ruo Li muttered softly in the dark.
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