Enduring the pain, Ji Mo carried Lan Rou back home.
This young man was dishonorable and petty. He only commented on his chest muscles, and the reaction was so intense.
Touching his reddened ear, Ji Mo felt a strange sensation. Why did it feel good after being bitten?
It's over. Am I going to be gay?
Ji Mo's heart trembled, and he roughly threw Lan Rou onto the bed.
"You... what do you want to do?"
Lan Rou had almost no strength left to speak, but she still used her last bit of strength to cover her collar, terrified like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
She was completely defenseless, brought home by a man and thrown onto the bed. The outcome was truly unimaginable.
At this moment, Lan Rou regretted it. She wished she had died at Tian Xiong's hands.
"What do you want to do? What's with that expression, that posture? It's as if I'm going to do something to you. I'm straight, straight."
Ji Mo gritted his teeth, feeling insulted.
Huh?
Did I misunderstand?
Lan Rou blushed a little. Although she didn't know why the man in front of her kept emphasizing that he was straight, judging by his reaction, he probably wouldn't do anything to her.
She finally felt relieved.
However, Ji Mo's next sentence made her heart leap into her throat again.
"Take off your clothes."
Upon hearing this, Lan Rou, who had just loosened her grip, immediately covered her collar again and glared fiercely at Ji Mo.
Ji Mo was so angry that he almost spat blood. He explained, "Your clothes are all stained with blood, and this blood contains a potent poison."
Lan Rou, still skeptical, took off her outer garment, but her heart remained full of caution.
If there was poison, and you got a lot of it on you, why aren't you afraid at all?
She didn't know that Ji Mo's body could be immune to all poisons, making him almost impervious to them.
Ji Mo took out silver needles and said, "I'll protect your heart meridian first, and then I'll try to remove the corpse poison from your body."
As soon as he finished speaking, three silver needles were inserted into Lan Rou's chest.
He could distinguish acupoints through clothing, and his technique was precise, without the slightest error.
If such a technique were seen by physicians outside, they would likely be amazed.
Lan Rou instantly turned to stone. She had never had intimate contact with a man, and just now, Ji Mo had touched a place that had never been touched by outsiders.
"He's a doctor, he's a doctor."
Lan Rou comforted herself like this, but she was still indignant, grinding her molars, wishing she could pounce on Ji Mo and bite him fiercely.
But then her body trembled, and her face was filled with disbelief.
She felt her heart beating rapidly, and her body, which had been on the verge of collapse, began to regain vitality, and her spirit gradually recovered.
"Such medical skill is miraculous!"
Lan Rou looked at Ji Mo, her eyes completely changed.
Meanwhile, Ji Mo was making pills.
He crushed several herbs, added a little well water, and rolled them with his hands.
Lan Rou was dumbfounded. Who would refine pills like this? It was so careless, no different from children playing house.
Is this person truly a divine doctor?
Then, something shocking happened.
As Ji Mo continuously kneaded, pinched, and rolled, a rich medicinal fragrance wafted out, and at the same time, runes kept appearing on his palm.
"First grade!"
"Second grade!"
...
Visibly, the pills in Ji Mo's hands began to show pill patterns, increasing one by one.
Lan Rou rubbed her eyes, not daring to believe what she was seeing. She must be hallucinating.
When she opened her eyes again, she almost screamed.
The pills in Ji Mo's hands already had eight pill patterns, making them undeniable eighth-grade pills.
"Hmm, although it's a bit lacking, it should be enough to detoxify."
Ji Mo pinched the pill and sniffed it, not very satisfied.
"An eighth-grade pill, this is an eighth-grade pill, and he still looks so displeased."
Lan Rou was dumbfounded, and then she saw Ji Mo walk over and stuff the pill into her slightly parted lips.
The touch of her soft lips made Ji Mo's heart flutter.
He felt a little flustered. What was going on? Was he developing feelings for men?
The pill melted in her mouth, and the immense medicinal power filled Lan Rou's limbs and veins. The corpse poison in her body was dissolved like snow melting in the spring sun and was quickly cleared away.
Lan Rou felt like she was dreaming. On the verge of death, she was carried home by a man and then easily cured.
"I heard that people have hallucinations before they die. This must all be a hallucination."
Lan Rou muttered to herself.
At this moment, an evil hand reached out and pinched her tender cheek fiercely.
"Does it hurt?"
Ji Mo asked.
Were his pills problematic? Why did this person become so foolish after taking them?
So he inexplicably pinched Lan Rou.
After acting, Ji Mo regretted it deeply. How could he touch a man? It was so shameful.
"It hurts."
The clear pain struck, and Lan Rou finally believed that she was not dreaming, and everything was real.
As for Ji Mo taking advantage of her, she completely ignored it.
Her body was completely restored, her spiritual power flowed abundantly, and she felt refreshed. Lan Rou had never felt so good. She knew she had met a master.
"Thank you for saving my life, senior."
Lan Rou quickly got up and bowed deeply to Ji Mo.
"I'm not a senior. My name is Ji Mo. You can call me Doctor Ji or Mr. Ji."
Ji Mo said, not daring to look directly at Lan Rou.
"Mr. Ji, you are Mr. Ji!"
Lan Rou's beautiful eyes sparkled with excitement. She grabbed Ji Mo's hand tightly, as if afraid he would run away.
Xuan Shui Pavilion had spent a lot of manpower and financial resources searching for Ji Mo, but they had never found any news. Now that she knew the person in front of her was Mr. Ji, how could Lan Rou not be excited?
"You... let go."
Ji Mo's voice trembled slightly. How could the other person's small hand be so soft? How could it feel so comfortable to hold?
I'm doomed, doomed. Am I really going to be gay?
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ji, I didn't mean to."
Lan Rou quickly let go, lowered her head, pouted, and looked flustered, like a child who had made a mistake, afraid of offending Ji Mo due to her rudeness.
How could she casually touch the hand of a senior master?
Seeing this, Ji Mo's heart skipped a few more beats. How could a man be so cute?
He took a few deep breaths before he calmed down.
"You should go."
Ji Mo said with a stern face, ordering her to leave. If Lan Rou stayed any longer, who knew what would happen.
Hearing this, Lan Rou's amber eyes welled up with tears. She heard the decisiveness in Ji Mo's voice and thought she had angered him, feeling immensely self-reproachful.
"Mr. Ji, I'm truly sorry."
She bowed to Ji Mo repeatedly, holding back her tears as she left.
After a long time, Ji Mo walked out the door and looked at the disappearing figure in the distance, sighing softly.
He felt lost, but the next second, his expression changed drastically.