Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Even though Mu Ziling was so sleepy that she fell asleep on her stomach, in her sleepy subconscious, she murmured softly, "I'll just watch here, don't move around... Wait for two hours when the poisonous gas and cold evil will fight against each other, and I can use my kung fu to help you..."

With the disappearance of this low and unfinished whisper, it was replaced by Mu Ziling's even and long breathing.

"Silly, Mumu..." Long Xiaoyu casually put his hand on the edge of the bathtub, and couldn't help but move it to Mu Ziling's quiet and beautiful face, caressing her cheeks that had become pink and tender due to the heat.

"Hmm..." Mu Ziling's face seemed to itch from being touched, she unintentionally raised her hand and waved away the warm hand on her face, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Don't make noise... I'll squint for a while, just for a while..."

Long Xiaoyu sighed lowly, seemingly helpless and distressed, he stretched out his hand again, and gently tucked the sleeping hair scattered on her cheeks behind her ears, then leaned over and pecked her lips a few times before letting go.

Afterwards, Long Xiaoyu closed his eyes and remained still.

Soon, a phantom virtual dragon leaped out of Long Xiaoyu's body unexpectedly, hovering in the air.

After circling in the air for a few times, the phantom virtual dragon seemed to have received the command from its master, and silently carried Mu Ziling, who was sleeping soundly, to the big bed not far away.

At the same time, the lights in the brightly lit dormitory were suddenly dimmed, and then it seemed to be plunged into a dark night without any sound.

...

The huge sleeping hall, from the quiet late night to the full day, was always quiet, so quiet that Mu Ziling had a good night's sleep and slept until dawn.

Mu Ziling opened his sleepy eyes, then stared blankly at the ceiling for a while.

"Long Xiaoyu!" Accompanied by the call out of his mouth, Mu Ziling seemed to be frightened, and sat up from the bed all of a sudden, not sober.

She was clearly looking at Long Xiaoyu last night, why did she fall asleep? It's okay to fall asleep, but it's dawn...

Before he could think about it, Mu Ziling's head had been conditioned reflexively, looking at Long Xiaoyu who hadn't opened his eyes from the beginning to the end of the night and day.

Long Xiaoyu, who was still soaking in the bathtub at this time, was like a sculpture carefully carved by a master artist. His calm and beautiful face was affected by the medicinal bath, and the delicate facial features were smudged with a faint blush.

Such a peaceful and silent him, it doesn't look like he has endured so many unbearable pains in the night, on the contrary, he still has a majestic and awe-inspiring temperament after the catastrophe.

Long Xiaoyu looked fine on the surface, but because he overslept and missed the best luck to help him force Mu Ziling, who was cold in his body, a sense of remorse and guilt floated in his heart.

Mu Ziling hurriedly got out of bed, walked to the tub, took Long Xiaoyu's hand, and checked his condition carefully.

The pulse condition is stable, the heart rate is normal, and there is no sign of activity or restlessness in the body...

Such an unharmed examination result should not be the result of a night of medicinal bath, which immediately made Mu Ziling mistakenly think that the result of her busy half a month was completely in vain and had no effect at all.

"Strange, it shouldn't be..." Mu Ziling frowned and murmured.

Long Xiaoyu still had his eyes closed, but it seemed that he could see Mu Ziling's cute expression of puzzlement and entanglement at this moment, and the corners of his lips curled up in a pretty curve: "Shouldn't something?"

Hearing the sound, Mu Ziling stroked his chin, and answered without thinking: "It shouldn't be like this..."

In the end, before the word "normal" came out of his mouth, Mu Ziling realized later that Long Xiaoyu had woken up.

Mu Ziling hurriedly made a detour in front of the bathtub, stared at Long Xiaoyu seriously, and finally asked sullenly: "Is it because the medicine bath I prepared didn't work? Why don't you feel nothing? Shouldn't it be painful?"

Hearing this, the corners of Long Xiaoyu's indifferent lips twitched almost invisibly, he opened his eyes, and looked at Mu Ziling with a puzzled yet innocent expression: "You want your man to be so painful? Huh?"

"No no no, of course I don't want to." Mu Ziling shook his head in a hurry, but still muttered depressedly: "But if it doesn't hurt, it means there is no effect, and if it doesn't work, it means that Han Sha couldn't force it, and the result fell short..."

Before Mu Ziling could finish speaking, Long Xiaoyu, who felt his heart hurting blood and sweat at this moment, closed his eyes, took a dark breath, and then forced a casual voice: "Silly Mumu, if you don't believe in yourself, you should also believe in your man... Well, now is the time to test your ability."

His final meaning was very clear, and Mu Ziling immediately understood.

"So the poison bath I prepared is effective?" Mu Ziling's eyes lit up, and she didn't dare to delay, she quickly walked around behind Long Xiaoyu, preparing to use her kung fu to help him force the poison in his body.

Before concentrating on gathering energy, Mu Ziling asked persistently, "But did you hurt last night?"

Long Xiaoyu pursed his thin lips tightly and remained silent.

Unable to wait for his response, Mu Ziling complained resentfully: "Really, why didn't you wake me up when it hurts? Do you know that there is no good fruit for being brave."

Long Xiaoyu's facial features wrinkled slightly, and continued to remain silent.

After not hearing his voice for a long time, Mu Ziling stretched out her hand and placed it on his left chest naturally, and asked with distress: "Does it still hurt now?"

It was fine if Mu Ziling didn't touch it, but with this touch, Long Xiaoyu's casual and relaxed posture was instantly defeated, he gritted his teeth: "If you don't do it, your man will die of pain."

...

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What Long Xiaoyu loves is coldness, it doesn't get better after soaking in a medicinal bath overnight, there are seven to forty-nine medicines, it takes a few days to change the dressings again and again before soaking.

Time passed quickly, and it was seven days later in a blink of an eye.

During these seven days, Mu Ziling accompanied her every step of the way, took good care of her, and did her best to help Long Xiaoyu expel the coldness aroused by the poisonous bath out of her body bit by bit.

On this day, Mu Ziling finally completely forced out the evil spirit in Long Xiaoyu's body.

She breathed a sigh of relief as if relieved from a heavy burden, and then recovered from a serious illness, but because of taking too long in the poison bath, Long Xiaoyu, who was still weak and weak, was helped to lie on the bed.

"I haven't had a good rest for a few days, you go to sleep first, I'll get you something to eat." Mu Ziling tucked the quilt up for Long Xiaoyu, turned around and was about to go out.

However, before her fingertips were separated from the quilt, Long Xiaoyu suddenly lifted the quilt, stretched out, and grabbed her slender wrist.

"You—" As soon as Mu Ziling uttered a sound, he was pulled down unexpectedly and fell steadily onto Long Xiaoyu's body.

Mu Ziling subconsciously wanted to get up, but before she could stand up, Long Xiaoyu restrained her with one hand, and pulled the lifted quilt with the other hand to cover the two of them again.

Isn't this man exhausted? How did she feel that he was still as strong as a cow?

Mu Ziling was stunned for three seconds by Long Xiaoyu's sudden forceful and domineering actions.

Three seconds later, she moved her body restlessly, trying to get up.

But who knows, when she moved, Long Xiaoyu rolled over in his arms and rolled into the bed, making her unable to leave even if she wanted to.

Mu Ziling wanted to speak out, but there was a deep breathing sound that she couldn't bear to disturb.

In desperation, Mu Ziling could only nestle quietly in Long Xiaoyu's arms, quietly watching his sleeping face.

It seems that because of the pain and torture during this period, his handsome face has become thinner, making the originally exquisite facial features more three-dimensional. Even so, he is still so beautiful that it is shocking.

Quietly staring at Long Xiaoyu's sleeping face for an unknown amount of time, Mu Ziling's eyelids began to fight, and finally closed unconsciously, falling into a deep sleep...

Day to night, night to day.

This feeling can be described as full and practical.

Mu Ziling woke up early in the morning, her stomach was already growling with hunger, she did not lie on the bed habitually, but got up resolutely, but carefully got up from the arms of Long Xiaoyu who was still sleeping, and then tiptoed out.

As soon as he went out, Mu Ziling went to the next room to freshen up briefly, and then went straight to the kitchen.

...

Before Mu Ziling entered the kitchen, he heard a disgusted and critical voice coming from the kitchen.

"Didn't I tell you that this chicken needs to be cooked with fat. Look at what this is? Do you want to stew the chicken or the bones? Take it away."

"No, no, no... This is too fat. It must be greasy when stewed. When I look at the thick oil floating in the bowl, can I swallow it?"

"...Well, this one is good, moderately fat and thin... You see, this old hen is dying, and it looks so fresh. By the way, this is the only one. Hurry up and stew it."

"And all of you... your movements should be more sloppy, the dishes must be refined, beautiful and even more fragrant..."

Just listening to this person's voice, it's not hard for Mu Ziling to imagine that every time she comes here, the kitchen is in perfect order, but at this moment, it's turned upside down and she's so busy.

It's just that Mu Ziling didn't expect that it would be her who was shouting like a housekeeper inside, despising this and that.

Mu Ziling hooked the corners of her lips in disbelief, then stepped into the kitchen door.

The kitchen was really as she imagined, even more lively than she imagined.

I saw no matter whether it was the big chef or the little chef who washed and prepared vegetables, the people in the kitchen, except for the one who didn't know where to sit and direct, everyone else was like ants on the hot pot, busy around.

Mu Ziling looked around in the huge kitchen, and finally saw the person who was still chattering and directing in a clean place away from the oily smoke.

That person was none other than Long Jiayi.

I saw her holding a delicate cattail fan in her hand, with her legs crossed, sitting like a high and mighty queen, watching and observing.

As if someone was staring at her, Long Jiayi frowned displeasedly, and looked up——