I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Yan Ping shook his head with difficulty, then swallowed the medicine. The warm liquid went down his throat and he almost retched.

Wherever I went smoothly, I felt a heart-wrenching pain.

He had suffered a lot since he was a child, but the bowl of medicine he drank today was definitely the bitterest thing he had ever tasted.

Whether it was the cramping pain coming from the sea of ​​consciousness or the wounds on the meridians, there was a moment when they were defeated by this bowl of medicine.

Even his consciousness was a little dazed. Could this be some newly developed poison?

Yan Ping endured the pain and looked up at Yu Tianhong dimly.

His face at this moment was as pale as a ghost, and even his dark and deep eyes looked particularly weird.

"How did you make this medicine?"

Yan Ping knew that the herbal medicine would be bitter after being boiled.

But he never thought it would be so bitter!

The pot that Yan Ping cooked casually yesterday was even burnt, but he drank it without changing his expression.

He was really confused by Yu Tianhong's bowl of medicine.

Yu Tianhong watched as Yan Ping took a sip of the medicine and then stopped drinking it. Instead, he stared at him with a strange look.

His excitement gradually faded and he became a little nervous.

"I mixed the ingredients randomly according to the properties of the medicines. I put in whatever medicine is good for the mind."

Yan Ping: “…”

So he was actually being used as a guinea pig for drug testing, right?

But the amount of medicinal materials was there. Who on earth could make such a bitter medicine that even made him a little dizzy?

Yu Tianhong looked at Yan Ping's expressionless face, his uneasiness gradually turned into anxiety. He lowered his head and spoke in a depressed voice.

"Please forgive me, senior."

Yan Ping twitched his lips and was about to say something when his face suddenly turned pale.

The original colic escalated into extreme pain, as if a sharp blade had split the entire head open and was rolling and stirring inside.

This time his breathing was so light that it was almost inaudible, but the medicine in his hand did not move at all.

Yu Tianhong didn't notice anything unusual. She bent her head lower and lower, feeling genuinely uncomfortable.

"Senior, I'm sorry!"

Yan Ping didn't hear it. At this moment, the only sound in his ears was the sharp explosion and the sound of surging blood flowing.

Even his eyes were dazed for a moment.

A strong bitter taste emanated from the medicine he had just drunk, forming an icy chill that went straight into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The chill and bitterness that could not be ignored were entangled together, and when they reached the vast scar in the sea of ​​consciousness, they quickly intertwined and turned into a large net covering the wound.

The injury did not improve at all, but the entire sea of ​​consciousness was filled with a sense of bitterness and chill from the bottom of the heart, and even the pain that could not be ignored was suppressed.

The pain-relieving effect is first-rate.

Yan Ping suddenly emerged from the vortex of pain. Even though he was still in pain and his forehead and body were covered in cold sweat, at least he could think clearly.

He was fully aware of everything that happened in his body, including this sip of medicine.

Yan Ping's eyes became strange as he looked at the bowl of medicine. He spoke in a hoarse voice with a hint of pain.

"Have you tried this bowl of medicine?"

Yu Tianhong was still very depressed, "No, I sent it to you after it was cooked."

Yan Ping looked at him like an ostrich and couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Try it."

Yu Tianhong heard that he didn't seem angry, so she carefully raised her head and confirmed Yan Ping's current mood again.

It seemed that he was indeed not angry, and Yu Tianhong immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't know why Yan Ping wanted him to have a taste, the senior would never harm him.

He carefully took out a small bowl from his storage bag and shared some with Yan Ping.

Then he decided to drink it in one gulp.

As a result, when the medicine just entered his mouth, Yu Tianhong's handsome face distorted instantly.

He subconsciously opened his mouth to spit it out, but a cold, pale hand stroked his neck.

Before Yu Tianhong spit it out, she felt something wet and cold passing through her throat, and all the medicine went down her esophagus into her stomach.

Pfft!

Before Yu Tianhong could react, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground.

An extreme feeling of bitterness instantly filled Yu Tianhong's unconscious body and seeped into his soul which was filled with demonic energy.

The coldness and bitterness also intertwined into a big net, covering his soul, and the demonic energy seemed to fade a little.

Yan Ping sat on the stone with a pale face, observing the changes in Yu Tianhong's body.

By now, he was sure of it.

The medicine that Yu Tianhong made was definitely not ordinary.

At least Yan Ping had never eaten anything so bitter that it could reach his soul.

And it has an excellent analgesic effect on the spiritual consciousness!

Yan Ping looked down at the medicine in his hand, and thought about his soul which still seemed to be filled with bitterness.

With an expressionless face, he quickly placed the medicine on the other side of the stone. The strong smell of medicine and his quick movements made the air full of life.

The itch that I had suppressed before started to spread through my lungs again, this time with greater force.

As soon as Yan Ping put his hand to his lips, he started coughing.

Each cough was more urgent and lower than the last. By the end, his fingertips were covered with bright red blood.

Ying's fingers became paler and paler, which was totally inconsistent with the bright colors.

The effect of the medicine that could suppress the pain in his sea of ​​consciousness was gradually losing its effect.

The pain that had been suppressed gradually awakened.

Yan Ping's face turned pale, he closed his eyes and endured it quietly.

The night passed.

Yu Tianhong, who was lying on the ground, moved his hands and feet. When he realized the ground was too hard, he suddenly sat up and woke up in shock.

At the same time, a strong smell of blood came from beside him.

Yu Tianhong suddenly turned her head and saw Yan Ping's face which was so pale that it was almost transparent.

The white palms hanging on the knees were covered in blood.

There was dried blood on the lips, adding a bright red mark to the colorless face.

His tightly closed eyes gave him an indescribable aura of a strong man.

Yu Tianhong stood there in a daze.

Yan Ping was now so tired that he didn't even want to open his eyes. Perhaps it was because of the medicine he took last night. His sea of ​​consciousness was in pain all the time last night.

It was only until now that the pain finally faded away.

At this moment, he was full of fatigue. When he noticed Yu Tianhong's movements, he began to explain without opening his eyes.

Yan Ping's hoarse voice echoed by the pond.

"Take this bowl of medicine back and write down the prescription for yesterday's medicine."

"It will be handed over to your grandfather later."

"I'm going to take a rest now. Please don't disturb me unless necessary."

Yu Tianhong looked at the bowl of medicine placed aside, with some fear in her eyes.

The taste of that bowl of medicine was so horrible that the extreme bitterness made him lose consciousness instantly after just a moment of contact. It was comparable to another kind of knockout drug.

Yu Tianhong carried the bowl of medicine and returned to the wooden house in a daze. On the way, he touched the back of his neck belatedly.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that his mind and soul seemed to be much more relaxed today.