There is a bug in the space? That's called buff!

In the dark night, the strong wind blew up dust all over the sky, and a figure walked in the wind and sand with a long sword in hand.

The man took one deep step and one shallow step, his movements were quick but stiff.

"Master, wake up! Wake up!"

The instruction manual called out to Tang Yiran urgently, trying to bring him back to his senses, but Tang Yiran did not respond.

Outside the Great Wall, a group of monks were meditating on the city wall. The monks fiddled with their Buddhist beads faster and faster, and gradually they were sweating profusely. Veins bulged on their faces, their complexions took on a strange purple-red color, and their skin was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, with a "crackling" sound, the Buddhist beads broke and rolled to the ground one by one.

With a "puff" sound, blood spurted out of the monks' mouths and noses. They fell weakly to the ground, vomiting blood.

"General, we have tried our best. This is our limit."

The leading monk wiped the blood from his mouth and nose with his sleeve and spoke weakly.

Behind the monk was a man in an animal robe. The man looked very strong, tall and strong, with a rough appearance, a pair of turtle-like eyes, a flat nose, a face full of pockmarks, and an exaggerated beard that looked like an oversized steel wool that took up most of his face.

This man was the general the monk had mentioned. The general watched the monks calmly drink a cup of tea, then he put his arm around the woman and asked, "How are they?"

"Then Tang Yilan has already stabbed Yu Qinghong..."

The general lifted the chin of the woman beside him with satisfaction, and praised her nonchalantly:

"Good! Very good! You did a great job!"

"But... there's something strange about Tang Yilan. With our skills, we can control an ordinary person for at least half a month, but now..."

"What? Go on!"

After saying that, the general hugged and kissed the woman as if no one was around.

"There has been a strong restriction around Tang Yilan since the beginning. If it hadn't been opened suddenly, we wouldn't have been able to control her. Now, even if we each sacrifice ten years of our lives, we still can't control her..."

The monk had a complicated expression, "She...she has escaped our control!"

The woman in the general's arms pushed the general away excitedly:

"How can it be possible? It's not enough! Far from enough! They hurt me so badly, how can they live freely and at ease?"

"What does Yimei mean?"

"Bring Tang Yilan to Beiliu Country. I want to watch her being bullied to death by thousands of people. Only then can I vent my hatred!"

The woman gnashed her teeth and looked at the mountains in the distance with a sinister look. Upon closer inspection of the woman's face, it was Ying Niang, the person Tang Yiran had saved!

The general saw that the beauty was angry, so he waved his hand and said to the monk: "Do as the beauty says, and bring that Yilan here!"

The leading monk struggled to get up and said, "General, we have tried our best, but we are unable to control Tang Yiran again."

The general picked up the big knife beside him, sprayed a mouthful of wine on the blade, and said slowly: "Really?"

Then, as he turned around, blood spurted out and splashed onto the general's face. A head rolled in front of the monks.

The eyes were still wide open, full of disbelief.

"Since you've tried your best, it means it's useless. Since it's useless, there's no point in keeping it."

The general casually threw the bloody knife to the ground, his tone indifferent, but the look he gave the monks was full of threats.

The monks lying on the ground were shaking like sieves. One of them stood up tremblingly, "I have a way!"

Tang Yiran walked for a long time in the wind and sand. Suddenly, her foot was scratched by a sharp object on the ground.

Golden light seeped out from the wound, gradually becoming brighter and brighter, until it even drove back the sandstorm.

Tang Yiran's body froze for a moment, and his eyes suddenly regained clarity.

"Hiss~ It hurts a bit!"

Tang Yiran looked at the sword in her hand. The blood on the tip of the sword had been dried by the wind and sand. She looked around again.

"Where am I?"

Tang Yiran looked around in confusion, but there was only nothingness.

At this time, she felt pain in her foot, so she took out a candle from the space, randomly took out a flame mushroom, sprayed fire to light the candle, and then squatted down to check her wound. At this time, the wound on her foot was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tang Yiran suddenly found that something in front of her was flickering in the candlelight. She picked it up and saw that it was a piece of naturally formed glass.

"I promised the Emperor to make glass, but I never got around to it. I'm really busy!"

Tang Yiran smiled and shook his head, finally remembering a question: How did I get here?

Tang Yiran tried to recall carefully, but found nothing.

A familiar voice sounded in my ears:

"Master, you were controlled by puppetry, stabbed Yu Qinghong, and then came here. If you don't wake up, I'm afraid you will be released!"

Tang Yiran's head exploded when she heard this. She was cheering for Yu Qinghong just a second ago, so how could she stab Yu Qinghong for no reason and come here?

"Hurry! Go back to the barracks! I want to save Brother Qinghong!"

Tang Yiran shouted anxiously to the instruction manual.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Yiran returned to the military camp. At this time, Yu Qingsu was at a loss as to what to do when he saw Yu Qinghong in coma.

"Brother Qingsu, please get out and leave it to me!"

Tang Yiran's voice sounded behind him.

Yu Qingsu looked at Tang Yiran in disbelief. It wasn't that he didn't trust Tang Yiran's medical skills, but he was afraid that Tang Yiran couldn't handle it alone.

"Let me stay and help you. It will always be different if there are more people lending a hand."

"No need, Brother Qingsu, I am enough on my own. It would be a hindrance if someone else was around."

Tang Yiran ruthlessly ordered Qing Su to leave.

"Call me if you need anything!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Qingsu had no choice but to leave this sentence and leave the tent.

Tang Yiran then pulled Yu Qinghong into the space and took him straight into Union Hospital.

"Instructions: The flow of time has slowed down. I need time to perform surgery on Brother Qinghong!"

A gentle breeze blows...

"Master, I have slowed down the flow of time for you."

"Bingbing Xiaoyanzi, Xiaobai and Xiaolan, come and help me!"

Tang Yiran put the minimally invasive robot into the body to check and found that there was an obvious sword wound on Yu Qinghong's heart. Yinwei used a powerful golden medicine in time. Although blood was oozing out of the wound, it could barely maintain the normal functioning of the heart.

"Who is it? Want to control me with puppetry?"

Tang Yiran looked at Yu Qinghong's injuries and felt distressed. She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth and swore secretly: "If I find out, I will make him pay with a thousand times the pain!"

During the operation, Tang Yiran put in a lot of effort and finally succeeded in suturing Yu Qinghong's wound.

After the operation, Tang Yiran pricked his finger and dripped a drop of blood into Yu Qinghong's mouth.

As the drop of blood fell, Yu Qinghong's brows frowned slightly. He closed his mouth tightly and refused to swallow.

Tang Yiran realized that Yu Qinghong should have felt it, so she said gently: "Brother Qinghong, my blood has miraculous effects. I don't mind giving it to you, and you don't have to mind it."

After saying this, Yu Qinghong finally opened his mouth slightly, and in an instant, the drop of blood melted into it. In just a moment, Yu Qinghong's pale face turned red.

Seeing this, Tang Yiran finally felt relieved.

Tang Yiran brought Yu Qinghong out of the room and gently placed him on the bed. She said to the outside, "Brother Qingsu, come in!"

Yu Qingsu, who was pacing outside, hurriedly drew aside the curtain upon hearing this, and ran to Yu Qinghong's bed in two steps. Sure enough, he saw that Yu Qinghong looked much better.

"Yilan, you are indeed a miracle doctor. You cured Qinghong's injury in just half an hour. I was scared to death. Even the military doctor said there was no way..."

Tang Yiran had a calm expression, "Brother Qingsu, my medical skills are indeed decent, but I can't say I'm a miracle doctor. I can only say that I can treat all the diseases I encounter now. If I encounter a disease that I can't treat, I'm afraid I won't be able to do anything!"

Yu Qingsu didn't hear what Tang Yiran said at all. He suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, a familiar fragrance. He looked at Tang Yiran in disbelief, but shook his head:

"Impossible! Impossible! How is it possible?"

Tang Yiran looked at Yu Qingsu curiously, "Brother Qingsu, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Qingsu stood up and ran out of the tent.

Tang Yiran looked at Yu Qingsu walking away, bewildered, "Why... did he suddenly become like this?"

Yu Qingsu returned to the tent and swallowed the blood in his throat. His heartbeat accelerated and his mind was in a mess. Finally, he shook his head firmly, "It can't be her! No way!"

After saying this, Yu Qingsu covered himself with the quilt, but tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He compared the woman in red with Tang Yiran and found that apart from their superb medical skills, the two had nothing in common.

"There are more than one person in the world with superb medical skills, Tang Yilan, she is definitely not her!"

Thinking of this, Yu Qingsu finally revealed a satisfied smile, and in the middle of the night, he finally fell into a drowsy sleep.