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

Chapter 193 Rule 9

A few days passed in peace in the valley.

Three bowls of medicinal soup every day, plus three warm meals that tasted pretty good, replenished Yan Ping's depleted body.

His eyes recovered and he could see the world clearly again.

But Yan Ping would rather his eyes never get better.

Yan Ping was wearing an outer coat and sitting on the head of the bed, his half-long hair falling on his shoulders. He was looking at the table in front of him.

On the table was a large plate filled with fingernail-sized pieces of chopped roots and tubers, densely packed together, with a faint bitter smell.

Doctor Wen stood at one side and reminded.

"There are circles on the rhizome of this bitter spiritual root. Different numbers of circles represent different years and have completely different medicinal effects."

"You can't get out of bed yet, so you can't do housework, but you can help sort this."

"So I'll trouble you with these."

Yan Ping raised his head, his pale face was filled with a pair of dark eyes. He stared at Doctor Wen, feeling a little irritated.

"You can separate these things with just a glance of your spiritual sense. Do you still need me?"

Doctor Wen looked at him slowly before speaking gently.

"You have nothing to do, so I'll find you something to do."

Yan Ping: “…”

He was so angry that he raised his hand to push the things away, but the next moment a bright light appeared on the table and blocked his hand.

The attack failed to knock him over. Yan Ping stared at the light on the table with murderous intent in his eyes.

Doctor Wen sighed and reminded him to speak.

"Title 9 Rule."

[Ninth, follow Doctor Wen’s instructions]

Yan Ping suddenly turned his head and looked at Doctor Wen, a cold and murderous intent looming over him.

"enough!"

Doctor Wen glanced at Yan Ping and silently took out a booklet.

Yan Ping's eyebrows jumped.

That was the booklet that recorded his violations. In just a few days, more than twenty violations were recorded.

The blood-red murderous intent in his eyes grew stronger and stronger, and his fingers made a crackling sound.

But thinking of the jade slip and the words left by his sister, Yan Ping took a deep breath, suddenly suppressed all his murderous intent, and spoke through gritted teeth.

"I'll share!"

Doctor Wen glanced at him distractedly and spoke seriously.

"Then I won't remember this, but you still have to remember the killing intent you released towards me just now."

Yan Ping felt a lump in his heart and wanted to curse, but he was afraid that he would be remembered.

He took another deep breath and pointed outside, "Get out."

Doctor Wen nodded, made a note of it, and left him another bag of bitter spiritual roots before leaving.

There was an encouraging look on his face.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll give you a snack tonight."

Yan Ping had a blank expression on his face and didn't even look at him. Most of his willpower was used to suppress the murderous intent towards Doctor Wen in his mind.

He really finds this person annoying!

After a period of repeated tug-of-war, Yan Ping's condition improved a lot.

Compared to before when he would get angry and have murderous intent if something didn't go his way, Yan Ping is now much more patient.

At least he could endure drinking Doctor Wen's medicine without his sister forcing him to do so.

Because taking medicine won’t make Doctor Wen angry.

With reluctant cooperation in the treatment, after more than half a month, Yan Ping was gradually able to walk.

But I still need to hold on to the wall when walking, and my legs, which have not moved for a long time, will feel a tingling sensation.

Doctor Wen would give him acupuncture in his legs from time to time.

Yan Ping looked at his drooping neck. It seemed that Doctor Wen would be dead with just one strike of sword intent.

When his sister comes, he can say that it was those evil cultivators who did it, but there will be no evidence anyway.

Now that Doctor Wen is dead, no one will bother him anymore.

A hint of red flashed across Yan Ping's eyes, but his aura remained unchanged.

He raised his hand and reached for the back of Doctor Wen's neck.

Doctor Wen connected the spiritual power of the spiritual needles in an orderly manner, and he spoke without even raising his head.

"Since you are in such good spirits, let's get down to work after the acupuncture today."

Yan Ping froze.

Doctor Wen then raised his head and looked at him with relief.

"It seems like I've learned my lesson. I didn't force the sword this time."

Yan Ping had no expression on his face.

He tried to kill this man eight hundred times a day, but was caught every time.

Doctor Wen pulled out all the spiritual needles and said, "Okay, go out and try walking. You need to move around regularly now."

Yan Ping did not argue with him. He stood up and walked under the bed a few times. He felt a tingling sensation in his legs.

It was a little painful, but bearable. It was much better than the first time I got out of bed.

After Yan Ping stood firm, his body stood straight.

He looked up at Doctor Wen in front of him, then retracted his eyes and walked out of the door impatiently, enduring the pain.

He was considered tall, but still a head shorter than Doctor Wen.

The height of a head is nothing, but if the distance is close, you have to look up to look people in the eye.

Yan Ping doesn't like this feeling.

Doctor Wen fell into deep thought. What happened to him just now?

Yan Ping walked around the yard for a few rounds before finding a place to sit down and starting to work with an expressionless face.

His sorting work has changed from just plants to insects.

For example, removing a single part from a living insect is tedious and requires a lot of patience.

This was not originally suitable for Yan Ping to do, but he is now doing it very smoothly.

Because I have learned a lesson.

When he first took over, out of some kind of revengeful mentality, he crushed to death all the insects that Doctor Wen had worked so hard to raise.

Doctor Wen didn't say much, but the insects he handed over to him for the second time were drugged.

It's not a poison, it's just that the body will start to stink after death, and the stench will stick to his hands for three days and three nights without going away.

Yan Ping felt extremely disgusted during those days.

So he moved much more gently afterwards.

While Yan Ping was sorting the herbs, Doctor Wen was boiling the medicine not far away. A breeze blew over, bringing with it a refreshing smell.

Yan Ping's nose, which had been poisoned, was very sensitive. He tilted his head, a little surprised.

"What did you cook today?"

Doctor Wen threw in a few of the bugs Yan Ping was sorting and said absentmindedly, "Poison."

Yan Ping: “…”

If I didn't know that this person never lies, it would be a little hard to believe.

The things that cure diseases and save lives look like poison in both color and taste, and the taste is so disgusting that it makes people want to vomit.

This poison doesn't smell like poison.

Doctor Wen went to the medicine shelf next to him to select herbs.

Yan Ping came over holding a bug and took a look.

The color in the medicine jar is clear, but there is nothing inside.

He glanced at Doctor Wen and threw the bug directly into the medicine jar.

The insect fell into the medicine jar, and there was a sizzling sound instantly, while the insect's body disappeared without a trace.

Yan Ping: “…”

Although I don't quite understand it, this medicine seems to be quite powerful.

Doctor Wen's gentle voice came over.

"Throw five more in."

Yan Ping had no sense of doing anything wrong. He turned his head and glared at him, "You want me to throw it away, so I'll throw it away?"

Doctor Wen said without even turning his head, "Rule 9."

Yan Ping gritted his teeth, turned around, took five more and threw them in.