The Time Traveling Anchor and Her Eight Hundred Fence-Sitters

Xie Li's fingers rested on Xiao Haizhou's wrist for a moment.

After a moment, he stood up again with a frown, asked someone to find a pair of scissors, and carefully cut all the cloth near Xiao Haizhou's wound.

As soon as the cloth was cut, a knife wound deep enough to see the bone was revealed.

The location of the wound was exactly as Zhao Mianmian "saw", slightly below the ribs and slightly above the abdomen.

The flesh on the surface of the wound had turned slightly black, mixed with black blood that kept oozing out, which was extremely shocking.

"The blood vessels are weak and look like sparrows. The wounds won't heal and the sweats won't stop. I'm afraid it's not just an ordinary poison."

Xie Li pretended to be calm while cleaning Xiao Haizhou's wound.

Xie Chen thought these words were directed at him, and nodded.

"The enemy is a assassin from Southern Fan. This poison should also be brought from Southern Fan. I just don't know if it's easy to cure. Is there any danger to his life?"

Jie Li was only an outer sect medical student, so how could he identify what kind of poison Xiao Haizhou was poisoned with, let alone detoxify it.

Even the two sentences he just said were just made up to fool people.

When Xie Chen asked this question, Xie Li broke out in a cold sweat. It was not right to answer, nor was it right not to answer.

He looked at Zhao Mianmian as if asking for help, then turned his head away and continued to clean Xiao Haizhou's wound anxiously.

Since Xie Li didn't say anything, Xie Chen thought that Xiao Haizhou was poisoned by some kind of deadly poison. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth beside the bed.

Only Zhao Mianmian blinked calmly and communicated with the fans in the live broadcast room on the public screen without any hurry:

[Have you figured out what's going on? Is this really some strange southern poison? ]

Before the big guys in the live broadcast room had a chance to speak, a few old fans teased her first:

[If it was some kind of unsolvable poison, would you still be here chatting with us? With your personality, you would have already disappeared. ]

【Hahahaha, what truth are you talking about.】

[That’s right, the one in front, can you chat? If you can’t chat the host away, what’s the point of watching the fun? ]

[Hahahaha, that's enough, you guys are just here to watch the fun and make trouble, shut up! ]

Zhao Mianmian:

【(╬??Dan??)】

Seeing that Zhao Mianmian was about to go crazy again, the medical expert in the live broadcast room quickly jumped out to smooth things over:

[Ahem, this is ancient times, there are not so many strange poisons! ]

[I saw that Xiao Haizhou's muscles were stiff, his breathing was heavier, and his whole body was tense. At most, he was poisoned by plant toxins such as strychnine and strychnine.]

[These plant toxins may look fierce, but they are not deadly and are easy to resolve.]

[Have your disciple from Zhoutian Medical School clean his wound, apply some wound medicine to remove dead tissue and regenerate new flesh, and then feed him some mung bean soup, and he will be healed in two days.]

Zhao Mianmian: [|???|, what to feed? ? ]

Medical expert: [Mung bean soup.]

Zhao Mianmian: [What is green? ]

Medical expert: [Mung bean soup.]

Zhao Mianmian: [What soup?]

Medical Boss: […Damn it, host, you are poisonous. I don’t want to repeat it again. ]

Barrage: [Hahaha, host, you heard it right, mung bean soup is mung! bean! soup!!!]

Zhao Mianmian was a little scared: [:), I suspect you are trying to trick me, but I have no evidence. 】

Barrage:

【Hahahahaha】

【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha】

Although this method of detoxification is strange and a bit ridiculous, it feels like it's treating people like fools.

But Zhao Mianmian had no choice but to pick a moment when Xie Chen was not paying attention, get close to Xie Li, lower her voice, and say those three words to him:

“Mung bean soup.”

Xie Li's reaction was the same as Zhao Mianmian's, with a look of disbelief on his face:

"What soup?"

Zhao Mianmian quickly made a "hush" gesture and repeated in Jie Li's ear:

"Mung bean soup! You heard it right, it's mung bean soup!"

"A secret recipe passed down from our ancestors! Mung bean soup! It is specially formulated to cure this strange southern poison!"

"Trust me, I won't hurt you!"

After saying these words, Zhao Mianmian looked at Xiao Haizhou, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, with shining eyes.

In her eyes, the person lying on the bed now was not the high and mighty Xiao family's eldest son, nor was he the Grand Tutor who controlled the Xuanlin Guards and decided life and death, but three great swords.

Three big swords shining with golden light!

Zhao Mianmian wanted to take advantage of Xie Chen's absence to reach out and touch one of the swords to earn back his three great swords.

Before he could stretch out his hand, the man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and looked coldly at Zhao Mianmian's greedy face.

"!!!"

Zhao Mianmian's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly retracted her hand. Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, she darted to the window three steps away at lightning speed...

Hiding.

In fact, Xiao Haizhou was not awake. Opening his eyes just now was just a subconscious reaction of the body, but it happened to scare Zhao Mianmian and made her miss the opportunity to earn three big swords.

As soon as Zhao Mianmian ran away, the man on the bed closed his eyes again, like a fish on a chopping board, and let Jie Li clean his wounds.

[Hahahaha, if you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door. They just open their eyes and see how weak you are! ]

[Anchor, I have to say, the way you ran away... was really ugly! ]

[Hahahaha, I told you, three big swords, how can it be that easy to make money. If you really want the anchor to earn those 30,000 gold coins without any effort, don't even open this live broadcast system, just call it a wishing system! ]

Zhao Mianmian hid in the dark, revealing a pair of eyes.

Those eyes were staring straight at the man lying unconscious on the bed, filled with reluctance and unwillingness.

Zhao Mianmian:

【(???)?】

[No, no, I must touch this man today... Ugh, my big sword!!]

**

The atmosphere in the room was a little awkward when Xie Chen came back.

He frowned and glanced at Jie Li who was cleaning Xiao Haizhou's wound, then glanced at Zhao Mianmian who was hiding under the window, and finally his eyes swept to Lian Chuan who was standing aside.

Lian Chuan shook his head expressionlessly, meaning that everything was normal. Xie Chen had to suppress the weird feeling.

After two incense sticks of time, Xie Li cleaned the wound and asked Xie Chen to find some hemostatic and tissue-stimulating medicine to apply to Xiao Haizhou. Finally, he stood up, bowed, and said to Xie Chen:

"The donor's injury is truly serious. If it gets any worse, it will be incurable."

"I have already cleaned his wound and applied medicine. As long as he rests for a while and doesn't move easily, the injury will be fine."

"As for the poison..."

Jie Li paused as he spoke. He thought of the "miracle recipe" for detoxification that Zhao Mianmian had just told him. He felt doubtful and uneasy, and his face was full of mixed emotions, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

This made Xie Chen feel very nervous, thinking that Xiao Haizhou had been poisoned by some rare poison.

"Young Master, feel free to say whatever you want to say. We are all reasonable people and will never embarrass you because of this poison."

Hearing Xie Chen say this, Xie Li felt a little comforted.

He paused again, and finally took a deep look at the Zhoutian Medical Sect's leader who was hiding in the distance, before spitting out those three words through gritted teeth:

"Mung bean soup. Just feed the donor some mung bean soup and the poison will be cured."

As expected, the next second, Xie Chen's face also became colorful:

"and many more!"

"What soup?"

"What soup are you talking about??"