The princess returns strongly, and the divorced regent is busy chasing his wife

Wushang pulled Mo Ran aside and laid him flat on the ground, and Ouyang Miaoling prepared to start giving him acupuncture.

"Ling'er, what's going on with him?" Nangong Mingxuan followed and asked.

"If my diagnosis is correct, he must have been poisoned," Ouyang Miaoling guessed.

"What should we do? Is there a solution?" Nangong Mingxuan asked worriedly.

"It can be cured, but not yet. His physical condition does not allow it. I will temporarily suppress the poison with silver needles, and then I will cure her later." Ouyang Miaoling disinfected the silver needles while talking to Nangong Mingxuan.

"Wushang, help him up, take off his shirt, and expose his back and front. I want to give him acupuncture." After Ouyang Miaoling finished speaking, Wushang did not take any action. He looked at Nangong Mingxuan.

Nangong Mingxuan also knew that this was their basic operation as a doctor, and he couldn't be petty and get angry about it. So he nodded to Wushang, and Wushang received the signal and helped Mo Ran up.

"Nangong Mingxuan, you have to protect me. No one can disturb me when I am giving acupuncture." Ouyang Miaoling said seriously.

"Okay...you go ahead and do your work, I'll help you take care of your hair," Nangong Mingxuan assured.

So with Wushang's cooperation, Ouyang Miaoling used her lifelong unique skill, the Ghost Doctor Thirteen Needles, to suppress the poisonous insect for Mo Ran. Thirteen needles were fired at the same time, which was her unique skill.

Nangong Mingxuan had seen this magical acupuncture method before, but he also knew that this acupuncture method was extremely energy-consuming, and Ouyang Miaoling would not use it easily.

Sure enough, after a while, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, some of which slid down her cheeks. Nangong Mingxuan felt very distressed when he saw this, but he didn't dare to rush forward to help wipe it, for fear of affecting the progress of her acupuncture.

Just when the acupuncture reached the critical moment, a strange flute sound suddenly rang out.

Mo Ran, who was sitting on the ground and receiving treatment, immediately widened his eyes.

"Not good!" Nangong Mingxuan screamed.

She knew that if she disturbed Ouyang Miaoling at this time, there might be unexpected consequences, but now Mo Ran seemed to be awakened by the sound of the flute, and it was obvious that Mo Ran was becoming restless, and she might hurt Ouyang Miaoling at any time.

"Mo Ran... I'm Ouyang Miaoling. I'm suppressing the poison in you now. You must endure it. As long as you endure this difficult time, the poison in your body will be suppressed and temporarily fall asleep, and the flute sound will no longer have any effect on you."

Ouyang Miaoling tried hard to persuade Mo Ran, hoping that he would cooperate with the treatment. Her voice was full of anxiety and worry, but also revealed a firm determination.

Mo Ran's face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his body was shaking constantly.

His eyes were closed tightly, his brows were furrowed, and he was obviously in great pain. However, despite this, he still clenched his teeth tightly, trying to restrain his reaction.

Seeing how strong Mo Ran was, Ouyang Miaoling was filled with admiration. She knew that in order to put the poisonous insect in Mo Ran to sleep, she would need a strong willpower to resist the temptation of the flute. She prayed secretly, hoping that Mo Ran could survive this.

Afterwards, Ouyang Miaoling gave a wink to Nangong Mingxuan who was standing aside, indicating that she would start to concentrate on suppressing the poison for Mo Ran and let him deal with the person behind the flute.

Nangong Mingxuan immediately understood what Ouyang Miaoling meant, but his heart was full of contradictions.

On the one hand, he was worried that Ouyang Miaoling might be attacked by Mo Ran after he left, and on the other hand, he also understood that if he did not stop the incessant flute sound, Mo Ran would likely lose his mind and cause greater harm to those around him.

Just as Nangong Mingxuan was hesitating, Mo Ran suddenly let out a low moan.

He clenched his hands into fists, his body trembled more and more, and his expression became more distorted. Obviously, he could no longer endure such pain.

Nangong Mingxuan's heart suddenly tightened, and he realized that he could not hesitate any longer. He turned quickly and rushed in the direction where the flute sound came from. He had to find the player and stop him as soon as possible, otherwise Mo Ran would face more serious danger.

At the same time, Ouyang Miaoling was concentrating on suppressing the poison for Mo Ran.

She concentrated her energy and used her inner strength and medical skills to try to calm the poison in Mo Ran's body. As time passed, Mo Ran's breathing gradually stabilized, and the pain on his face also eased.

However, the flute sounds continued, as if an invisible force was fighting against them.

Ouyang Miaoling felt the pressure doubled, but she gritted her teeth and refused to give up. She firmly believed that as long as she persisted, she would be able to help Mo Ran defeat the poison.

Just when Ouyang Miaoling was using all her energy to fight against the acupuncture and flute music, Mo Ran's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot and his face looked hideous. It was obvious that he had endured to the limit and could go berserk at any time.

Ouyang Miaoling felt as if all her energy was being drained from her body. Just when she felt she was about to collapse, the flute music deep in the forest suddenly stopped.

It was Nangong Mingxuan who found the man's hiding place and was fighting fiercely with him to buy more time for Ouyang Miaoling.

Ouyang Miaoling knew that she couldn't fall down at this moment, so she took her last breath and completed the last step of the Ghost Doctor's Thirteen Needles.

With the superb formation skills, the poisonous insect in Mo Ran's body fell into a complete sleep, and Mo Ran could visibly stabilize his emotions slowly.

Finally, Ouyang Miaoling collected all the silver needles. She could no longer hold on and fell down.

Just as she fell, Nangong Mingxuan, covered in blood, rushed back in time and caught her.

He stroked the woman's face with a look of heartache, and looked at her closed eyes without any reaction, feeling very distressed.

He gave her a deep kiss on the forehead, then picked her up and walked towards the camp.

Wushang stayed where he was, put on Mo Ran's robe, then laid him flat on the grass, waiting for him to wake up.

In the woods, a man wearing a black cloak and wrapping himself tightly was seriously injured by Nangong Mingxuan and fled in a panic.

The man is the master behind Mo Ran, the owner of the poisonous insect, the main planner of the whole incident, and Lan Yu, a loyal follower of Jun Tianshuo, the former regent of Lengyue Kingdom.

He spent sixteen years planning a revenge operation, and his ultimate goal was to kill Nangong Mingxuan and Ouyang Miaoling to avenge his master.

Sixteen years ago, he watched his master die in front of him, and the culprit was the murder of Ouyang Miaoling. He had been planning for this day for sixteen years. When he was about to kill Ouyang Miaoling, he was injured by Nangong Mingxuan, but he would never give up on revenge.

Lan Yu staggered back to their main hall. Si Nian, his most loyal maid, came over and asked, "How is the master? Has the great revenge been taken?"