Chapter 8 Refusing to Listen (Part 2)

  Without Qin Yifan's years of cultivation experience around Quan Yin Lake, and without his will to endure suffering, those who recklessly practiced their skills here would only end up seriously injured. This still depends on good luck, but in any case, when Qin Yifan first started, his cultivation was almost completely destroyed.

  Even if she was a cultivator, and a skilled one at that, Qin Yifan clearly wouldn't think she was stronger than the person who had withstood the heavenly tribulation. If even that person had to succumb, then what about Lin Qiulü, who was just an unknown guardian?

  Without any hesitation, Qin Yifan's figure appeared in the courtyard like a ghost. The house was no longer filled with painful moans, only intermittent gasps for air remained.

  Pushing open the door, Qin Yifan saw Lin Qiulü lying on the bed. The corners of her mouth were full of bloodstains, and in front of her, a bright red patch of blood stained the floor. Lin Qiulü looked relatively clear-headed, but she was completely weak, limp and motionless on the couch.

  Really don't know the height of heaven and earth, such a person is to be his own guard or to add trouble for himself? Looking at Lin Qiulü who had already taken off her imperial guard armor and was wearing a thin silk underskirt, Qin Yifan really didn't know whether he should save her or not.

  If not rescued, it's likely that the outcome will be the same as Qin Yifan's, although I'll definitely wake up by myself the next day, but my cultivation will be hard to say. Qin Yifan spent years getting rid of the impact of this serious injury, don't know how long Lin Qiulü will take.

  Lin Qiulü's current attire made both of them feel somewhat embarrassed. Probably for comfort, she had taken off the imperial guard uniform and only wore a thin undergarment. She was also a fastidious person, after all, she followed the emperor around, so inside were thin gauze. However, at this moment it was like spring light bursting forth, the soft and transparent thin gauze couldn't cover her skin at all, and there were even some places where large areas of skin were exposed, a dazzling expanse of white.

  At this moment, Lin Qiulü was clearly awake, but because of the problem with her practice, she was severely injured and unable to move. Seeing Qin Yifan's figure, she could also feel Qin Yifan's undisguised gaze on her body, and she herself knew what kind of situation she was in. For a moment, she felt both ashamed and indignant, and another mouthful of blood was spat out. This time, even her chest was covered in bloodstains.

  Alas, Qin Yifan let out a long sigh. Although the Emperor had good intentions and sent over a guard, who was supposedly one of the few top-notch experts by his side according to the imperial edict, such behavior was really not what he had imagined a top expert would be like.

  After all, she was still the emperor's person, and now standing here, couldn't just watch her die. He helped Lin Qiulü up and leaned her against the couch. As he did so, he inevitably touched her body again, making Lin Qiulü even more humiliated and unable to move. This little girl was really something, practicing her skills with a veil covering her face, as if afraid someone would see her. Qin Yifan wasn't bored enough to remove her veil, but instead began to treat her while supporting her.

  This is still a technique learned from the master, and it was especially learned by Qin Yifan when he went to the master for medical treatment. The acupuncture technique can quickly eliminate the influence of the true yuan that has gone wrong in the meridians, and can also rapidly adjust the injured meridians. In order to adapt to the influence of that demon, Qin Yifan had not hesitated to try it on himself, but he didn't know if it would be suitable for Lin Qiulü.

  However, at this time, there was no opportunity to discuss this issue, and rescue was the priority. Anyway, whether it would work or not, as long as the needle was inserted, it could be known. With the support of true yuan, Qin Yifan's needle technique was even more authentic than that of a great master. One hand supported Lin Qiu, and the other hand, like lightning, inserted several fine silver needles into Lin Qiu's major acupoints.

  It's okay, the master's technique is probably not divided into whether it's a martial artist or not. After the needle was inserted, it only took a moment to hear Lin Qiulü let out a "hmm" and moan. She was being held up by a pair of strong arms, something she had never experienced before in her life. Just as she was about to get up anxiously, her throat felt sweet again, and another mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.

  "Don't move!" Qin Yifan's voice came from beside her ear, and for some reason, Lin Qiulü stopped struggling. Seeing that she had calmed down, Qin Yifan also slowly released his grip on her arm, allowing Lin Qiulü to sit up straight by herself.

  "Don't try to use internal energy to heal your injuries, it will only make things worse." This time, Lin Qiulü did not ignore Qin Yifan's warning like she had not long ago. She sat obediently and didn't dare to use internal energy.

  However, this time's injury is so strange that even now it's extremely difficult to stretch out my hand, as if moving a little would involve the injuries all over my body. "Do you have any good medicine for treating injuries? I don't have any on me." Qin Yifan's voice sounded in my ear once again, exceptionally clear.

  Lin Qiulü nodded slightly and opened her mouth in a stuttering tone: "Bāo... hóng... hóng sè... yào píng." As soon as the words fell, a red medicine bottle appeared before their eyes.

  "One... pill." Lin Qiulü forced herself to say the required dosage while enduring the pain that spread throughout her body as she spoke.

  Qin Yifan didn't say anything, and quickly took out a small, unremarkable pill from the medicine bottle. He hesitated for a moment, then used two fingers to pick it up and bring it to Lin Qiulü's face. At this point, Lin Qiulü looked like she wasn't in any state to take the medicine by herself.

  Lin Qiulü was now really unable to take the medicine herself, but she couldn't bear the shame of taking it from a stranger's hand, even if he was a cultivator who had seen through the world. Suddenly, her face turned bright red and her body felt hot all over.