闪乐

Xiaotuanzi was poisoned and corroded the young body. She subconsciously wanted to cure him, not wanting the young child to suffer from the disease again.

"Sister Yu, mother is going to wash your clothes for you, and your father will come over later and ask you to eat."

Li Xiu'e threw the two children's dirty clothes into the bathtub, picked up the basin and walked out.

"Understood, mother."

Su Qingluo responded sweetly, and continued to focus on Xiaotuanzi.

"Stomach hurts."

Xiaotuanzi pointed to his belly button with tears in his eyes.

"Xuan'er, good boy, stretch out your hand and let my sister touch your wrist."

Su Qingluo coaxed Xiaotuanzi softly, and while he couldn't figure out why his sister asked him to reach out, she grabbed his wrist in a daze.

The wrist bones are distinct, the blue veins are raised, and it is light and almost weightless in the hand.

"Hi!"

There was a sigh between her lips and teeth, and in the name of the pulse signal, a golden light flashed between her brows, and she used inner vision to detect his condition.

After a while, there was some seriousness in the eyes.

The poison in Xiaotuanzi was more serious than she imagined, not only the internal organs were eroded by the toxin, even the blood was not spared.

Wanting to get rid of the toxins in the blood is not an overnight effort, with her current spiritual power, she can only suppress it temporarily to prevent the toxins from expanding. To completely heal, you need to find another way.

*****

"Xuan'er, be good, lie on the bed for a while, and my sister will give you a massage, and your stomach will stop hurting after a while."

Thinking of a way to suppress it temporarily, she put the cute and pitiful little person in her arms on the bed, coaxing her softly.

"Come on, straighten your arms and legs, relax your muscles, don't make fists, take a deep breath, relax, good, good boy."

Perhaps the stomachache distracted Xiaotuanzi's attention, he didn't cry this time, and let her manipulate him obediently, his thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time, highlighting his uneasiness.

Su Qingluo knelt on the bed with her petite body, and with her dexterous fingertips, started from the top of Xiaotuanzi's head, followed the eight extraordinary meridians, and massaged his acupuncture points one by one.

A soft spiritual power, through the dexterous fingertips, escapes into the acupuncture points, travels along the eight extraordinary meridians, suppresses the pain in the stomach, and expels the toxins in the blood.

*****

The pain in the stomach stopped, Xiaotuanzi closed his eyes comfortably, and fell asleep after a while.

"call…"

Su Qingluo withdrew her spiritual power, let out a long breath, and wiped off the sweat from her forehead.

She is still too young, and the spiritual power stored in her dantian is not enough to support the long-term expulsion of toxins.

The small face with pink make-up and jade was close to Xiao Tuanzi, making sure that he was fast asleep, she took out a silver needle from the small basket, pricked one of his fingers, and squeezed out three drops of thick black poisonous blood.

The three drops of poisonous blood were the venom that she had consumed all the spiritual power in his dantian to expel from his toxin-corroded blood.

If three drops of poisonous blood are squeezed out every day, after a year or so, Xiaotuanzi may have the hope of being cured.

"Sister Yu, it's time to eat."

Su Hu came to the door of the guest room and called his precious daughter to come downstairs for dinner.

"Shh, Dad, keep your voice down."

Su Qingluo's heart skipped a beat in shock, she hurriedly jumped off the bed, and ran to the door with her bare feet to prevent him from entering the room: "Little brother is asleep, don't wake him up."

"Oh, good."

Su Hu followed the direction of her finger, glanced at the sleeping Zhengxiang's Xiaotuanzi, comprehended it, and lowered his voice: "Are you going downstairs to eat, or are you going to bring it to you?"

"Father brings it up, and I eat it at home."

Su Qingluo also kept her voice extremely low, and the father and father were whispering at the door.