The cheat system is useless, but I have the strongest living dad.

Shen Yao turned her back: "I won't look, I'll just listen from here."

Feng Yu was worried: "Father, please take her out."

"I'm not going out." Shen Yao took out a brocade handkerchief and covered her eyes: "Now you can rest assured, I won't use my spiritual sense to look."

Feng Yu finally sat on the soft couch and began to take off her shirt.

Tu Lin silently shook her head, not quite agreeing. Couples should be open with each other. If you don't even dare to show your injuries to your partner, where is the trust?

After Feng Yu took off his shirt and lay down on the couch, Tu Lin saw the unsightly scars on his back, and her previous disapproval vanished in an instant.

It's no wonder this young master didn't dare let his wife see him; it was simply too terrifying. If it couldn't be cured... she didn't even dare to think about it. If she were in this state and still couldn't be cured, she would definitely lose all hope and the will to live.

The three pharmacists discussed Feng Yu for a long time before Qu Ming asked, "May I ask what kind of poisonous fire injured you, young master?"

They wouldn't understand if Feng Yu said he was injured by the self-destruction of a zombie king from another world. Before he could answer, Huo Die answered for him: "He was injured by the self-destruction of a zombie king whose strength was equivalent to a mid-grade evil lord."

Tu Lin and the green-robed pharmacist's expressions changed drastically. The green-robed pharmacist gestured and asked, "The Corpse King you're talking about, is it a cultivator who is about ten feet tall, has blood-red skin, and is stiff but not dead?"

Tu Lin added, "Does it mean that wherever it goes, the ground dries up and sandstorms rage?"

Huo Die immediately understood: "You're talking about the Drought Demon, which is a type of Corpse King. The one we encountered in the secret realm had black skin, looked like a child, and was a Corpse King that used mental attacks."

He then asked, "There are drought demons in the secret realm? Have you encountered them?"

Tu Lin and the green-robed pharmacist exchanged a glance and explained to everyone: "Twenty thousand years ago, our Tu family had a nine-tailed demon lord who encountered a drought demon in a secret realm. They fought fiercely for a long time, and the drought demon eventually self-destructed. All the cultivators present, except for the nine-tailed demon lord, were burned to death. Five demon ancestors of the Tu family perished in the fire."

As she spoke, she picked up a medical book from the top shelf of the inner room, turned to a page and showed it to Huo Die: "The Nine-Tailed Demon Lord was lucky to come back alive, but he suffered severe burns all over his body. Look at this picture, it is exactly what the Demon Lord's skin looked like when it was ulcerated."

She turned to another page, pointed to the picture, and said, "Look at these areas where scars have formed after treatment. The condition of the scars is the same as the one on this young master's back."

Shen Yao asked anxiously, "Was the Nine-Tailed Demon Lord's scar healed later?"

Tu Lin sighed, "No, the poisonous fire from the drought demon's self-destruction completely corroded its interior. The pharmacists tried every method, but they couldn't remove the poison."

"The Demon Lord's body kept festering. Just as one side was scabbing over, another side would start to rot. Our Tu family's only Demon Lord in 20,000 years of history passed away in agony after being tormented by the poison for half a year."

Tu Xiaoxiao blurted out, "Aunt Lin, how come I never knew about this?"

"How old are you?" Tu Lin glanced at him: "These stories are too old, and after being passed down, no one mentions them anymore. They are only found in our medical books passed down from generation to generation."

"You've never had much interest in elixirs since you were a child. The medical books are right here. When have you ever come to look through them?"

"All he does is cause trouble all day long. He's been relying on his good looks since he was a child, causing trouble everywhere and never doing anything productive..."

"Aunt Lin, stop talking! Please stop talking!" Tu Xiaoxiao's fox ears were lying on her hair, and her eyes glanced at Shen Yao: "How could I be neglecting my duties? Please help him with his treatment. He's been naked for so long, he'll catch a cold."

"Do you think this young master is some paper-thin low-level cultivator? And he's even cold!" Tu Lin frowned when she saw his eyes glancing towards the girl, and warned him irritably, "Don't you dare get any bad ideas!"

"I know! I know!" Tu Xiaoxiao sat down in the chair angrily. She was so angry. Her elders were so annoying. They ruined her image.

The three pharmacists examined Feng Yu again, and Qu Ming asked, "Young Master, the toxins in your body have been completely removed, with not a trace of poison remaining. May I ask, Young Master, which pharmacist removed the toxins for you?"

The pharmacist in the green robe echoed, "I'm also very curious. Since that pharmacist was able to completely remove the toxins from your body, why didn't heal your scars as well?"

Huo Die cleared his throat: "I was the one who cleaned the poison from his throat."

The three pharmacists' eyes lit up simultaneously. The pharmacist in the green robe looked at Huo Die eagerly: "Did you cleanse him of the poison? Your medical skills are truly superb! But why didn't you treat his scars?"

Huo Die: "I just happen to know how to make pills to cure corpse poison. I can't treat these skin necrosis scars."

"I see." The pharmacist in green looked at Tu Lin: "What does elder sister think?"

Tu Lin pondered for a moment: "His facial scars are not deep, so applying ointment can lighten them. The scars on the back of his neck can also be lightened by using medicated baths and ointment together."

"But the scars on his back are too severe. The skin on his entire back is completely necrotic. To heal him, he needs to soak in medicinal baths for ten days, then scrape off the necrotic skin bit by bit, and then use a divine healing technique to stimulate the regeneration of flesh and blood. The process is extremely painful, no less than the torture of being slowly sliced ​​to death."

Shen Yao, who had been facing away from them, turned around in shock. Even with her eyes covered, she couldn't hide her heartache and anxiety: "This is too cruel, Yunhe. Let's stop treatment and treat the face first."

"Don't worry," Huo Die said. "Even when you've mastered your magic and healed him, it won't be much better than it is now."

Shen Yao: "What does Father mean by this?"

Huo Die: "When you treat him, you also need to use magic to remove his necrotic flesh, and then stimulate the growth of blood and flesh to allow his skin to regenerate."

"The process is pretty much the same, so it's better to let a professional pharmacist treat him. Yunhe will suffer less, and I'm afraid you won't be able to bring yourself to do it."

"I would like to trouble the three pharmacists to treat me." Feng Yu, who had been lying on the couch without speaking, suddenly spoke up: "Yan Zhou, I don't want you to see me like that."

A lump formed in Shen Yao's throat. She was worried, and knowing that Feng Yu was especially afraid of her seeing this, she clenched her fists and fell silent.

The pharmacist in green brought over a tub of ointment and, together with Qu Ming, helped Feng Yu apply it. Tu Lin instructed, "Change the ointment every six hours, apply it thickly for three days, and after three days, take a medicinal bath every half hour for ten days. Then we will treat the flesh by cutting it out."

"From today onwards, your diet must be light, and it is best to eat only white porridge for every meal."

Feng Yu agreed to follow the doctor's orders. Tu Lin nodded in relief and looked at his back covered in sores. She casually comforted him, "Although the injuries are serious, it's fortunate that only his back was injured. If his whole body had been burned, I'm afraid even the gods couldn't save him."

Huo Die thought to himself, 'You know nothing of the power of the gods. If I weren't an avatar, I could heal him in a heartbeat.'

Tu Xiaoxiao chimed in, "Brother Yunhe, in which secret realm did you encounter the Corpse King? Tell me about it, so that if I run into it again next time I venture into a secret realm, I can avoid it."

“His name is Feng Yu, and Yunhe is his nickname.” Shen Yao corrected Tu Xiaoxiao’s address: “In the Immortal Clan, only elders and partners can use nicknames.”

Tu Xiaoxiao said nonchalantly, "You immortals have so many rules. Who cares about the characters in the name? It's just a name, what's wrong with calling it that?"