Chapter 4189: Severing a Limb
He reached for his sword, but Qiao Mu grabbed his hand, furious. "What are you doing?"
Duanmu Qing, bewildered by her sharp tone, mumbled, "Just... just cut off this wrist..."
"Hmph!" Qiao Mu sneered. "You're quite the brave man, willing to cut off your own limb without a care."
Qi Xuanxuan, wiping away tears nearby, said, "Brother Duanmu, let's think of another way."
Qiao Mu, seething with anger, incinerated the small zombie bird that Duanmu Qing had already hacked into pieces. This hateful zombie bird reminded her of the last time, in the Qianluo Underground Arena, when she was bitten by a zombie puppet released by You Hui—it was precisely this seemingly harmless little zombie bird that bit her. They always liked to hide behind or inside larger zombie puppets, ready to deliver a fatal blow.
Duanmu Qing looked at her helplessly and whispered, "Qiao Qiao, if this corpse poison is controlled with medicinal power, I'll need to replenish it every two days, or it will spread further up my arm."
"There's no guarantee that one day my medicinal power won't keep up, then..."
It was better to simply cut off the limb. Duanmu Qing wasn't someone who liked to burden others. Besides, it was his left wrist, so it wouldn't affect his daily sword use. Even if it were his right wrist, he could always practice with his left hand from scratch.
"Shut up!!" The little stoic snapped at him, fiercely pressing a glob of ointment onto his wound and grinding it in with her small hand. Duanmu Qing's handsome face twitched in pain, but he bit back any sound.
"Qiao, Qiao Qiao," Qi Xuanxuan said, a little startled, poking her hand.
The little stoic's face was grim, her eyes so cold they could freeze Duanmu into shards. This man, usually so quiet, seemed to make every decision without valuing his own body. Hmph, quite decisive, wasn't he? Cutting off a limb? He was probably thinking, 'Good thing it wasn't my right wrist!' She really wanted to beat him!
Mo Lian walked over, patted Duanmu Qing's shoulder, then took his hand, naturally infusing medicinal power into it. Duanmu Qing's eyes suddenly flickered. He looked at the Crown Prince with surprise, whispering, "Divine-level?"
A Divine-level Pharmacist!
He could feel that the medicinal power transmitted by the Crown Prince was at least one realm higher than his own. If he was a Heavenly-level Pharmacist, then the Crown Prince was at least a Divine-level Pharmacist. He was indeed incredibly powerful. A sense of awe for a higher-tier pharmacist welled up in Duanmu Qing's heart.
"Alright, it's temporarily controlled. Qiao Qiao will find a solution." Mo Lian glanced at him, then tugged on the little fellow's cool, small hand, soothingly stroking her head. "Qiao Qiao, it's alright now."
"Hmph!" A sarcastic chuckle drifted from outside the crowd. Two rows of Medicine King Island guards appeared, like stars orbiting the moon, escorting Ni Hanzhi.
When Miss Ni's gaze landed on the Crown Prince, her face instantly became very ugly. Her voice was a loud accusation: "So both of you are pharmacists! Then why didn't you speak up when I asked in the City Lord's Mansion just now if there were any pharmacists?"
"You are too selfish!" Ni Hanzhi glared coldly at the two men. Both were exceptionally handsome. Duanmu Qing was injured, with blood on his face and wrist, supported by Lu Yu, yet it didn't diminish his refined beauty; instead, it added a touch of unwell charm.