Treating Illness (3)

She reached out and felt for her phone, glancing at the screen. It was already past three in the morning. Running a fever at this hour was truly miserable. What should she do?

Therefore, Bai Dede's words carried a hint of sourness. Naturally, she could not remain calm seeing Gu Xiaoxing become a Dingquan Realm cultivator at such a young age, and envy, jealousy, and resentment formed the majority of her feelings. Although she was too lazy to cultivate herself, seeing Gu Xiaoxing achieve the Dingquan Realm still filled her with strong envy.

The young man at the head of the table picked up his phone from the desk and answered the call in a leisurely manner.

It was just as the man Gu Qianmo so abruptly and seemingly nonsensically blurted out those two words.

At a time like this, it seemed inconvenient for their young master and young madam to speak, and the brief silence between them seemed to confirm Jing Zhi's conjecture.

In Tang Luoluo's mind at this moment, it felt almost as if everything were scripted.

Although Ouyang Yuyou's aunt and uncle did not build their fortune in business like Ouyang Tengyuan, one was a doctor and the other a bank president, so their social status was quite high. Naturally, the wedding banquet for their only son, Wei Chen, was lavish and extravagant.

Annoyed, Ouyang Yuyou grabbed the pillow beside her head, picked it up, and began relentlessly whacking him with it.

Ouyang Yuyou did not answer. She struggled to sit up straight, looking at him with a dizzy and heavy head.

Du Beisheng was left speechless. However, seeing how enthusiastic Bai Dede was and knowing that she loathed having her wishes opposed, he had no choice but to agree, figuring he could still practice the Jin-Yi Sword Technique secretly on his own.

Little did he know that his ruthlessness went far beyond this. What happened next would be etched into Li Yiyan's memory for the rest of her life—something that the word "pain" could not possibly describe.

Mao Zhenhuang glanced at the fellow, stripped off his filth-covered clothes entirely, and jumped into the freezing stream to scrub himself vigorously.

It was his first time stringing along two targets simultaneously and making them perform tasks at the same time, so he was a bit inexperienced. He hadn't expected things to turn out like this.

"It's nothing, Qingqing, you go back first," Fiddle said in a calm voice, though his gaze fixed on Tana like a locked-on predator.

Old Dai narrated the whole matter from beginning to end, including even the thoughts he had previously had while on the airplane, spilling everything out in one breath.

Yet her gaze did not linger on Mu Xian for even a second, instead falling upon Zhao Li, who was a head taller than her.

The situation could no longer be described simply as "grave." No wonder Han Qu was driving himself mad; back then, a single medium-sized mysterious crystal mine in Yunsu Mountain was enough to make the Guanlou Sect. One could only imagine what kind of entity the Guanlou Sect would evolve into if there were yet another such medium-sized mysterious crystal mine.

As for hospitals, the number of patients seeking treatment every day was so immense that, imperceptibly, they brought in countless amounts of external vital life energy as well.

Shen Qiuhan rarely drove himself; usually, Lao Zhang drove. Whenever there were important public or private affairs, it was mostly Li Mu or Da Bing who accompanied him.

Based on his understanding of the current antique art auction market, although this Chenghua imperial chicken cup from the Yongzheng era was in pristine condition, its fair market value should be within eight million. If it exceeded eight million, the speculative bubble would be a bit too heavy.

Shi Yanyan advanced, Lu Fengming retreated. With this advance and retreat, the tips of their two long swords intersected, producing a delicate chiming sound that was exquisitely beautiful and completely unaffected by the howling wind and driving rain.

It was only at this moment that the officers and men of the Eternal Star burst into passionate cheers, as if celebrating the destruction of the Starbreaker that had threatened the flagship's safety, though in truth they were celebrating the reconciliation achieved by the father and son of the Xiao family after surviving such a brush with death.

"They believe that the combat capability of this warship is far inferior to that of a battleship, and its design is highly immature. It remains uncertain whether it can enter naval service in the future, so..." Chen Ning replied.

Jin Xiuchen's mind went completely blank, his heart instantly leaping into his throat. Without a single thought, he rushed out after her.

"No wonder the Rizhao Pier is so busy and the American grain transport freighters are so congested. The Commander-in-Chief is making final preparations," Wu Peifu realized suddenly.

Agonized roars echoed one after another. In response, Yun Feng's sneer deepened. Whenever he recalled the utter disdain previously shown by the Heaven-Swallowing Elephant Soul, a surge of irritation would flare up inside him.

"Then I won't disturb you any further. Here is my business card; give me a call whenever you remember. Besides, we still have quite a while before our court date!" Without giving Pei Tianming a chance to ask further, Peter left the card and walked away.

"Fei Liangyan, I... I... I'm busy right now, I'll call you back!" Shi Yi said in a panic before hurriedly hanging up the phone. Hearing Fei Liangyan's voice, Shi Yi simply had no idea what to say.

"Xiao is right. Even if the Broken Wing Alliance's power is immense, it cannot contend with the entire alien invading fleet. We need assistance from other guilds, and perhaps this is the best opportunity to extend a helping hand and build our prestige among them," Valentine said in a deep voice.

Although they had spent the entire day yesterday touring the capital and had already witnessed many novel things, there were still plenty of unprecedented curiosities waiting for them to explore.

The only flaw was that he was a man. However, that didn't affect anyone's livelihood or appearance anyway, and it had no impact on others. As long as he didn't mind it himself, that was all that mattered.

Right! Every time he entered the palace and faced that sleeping man, it was this exact chilling aura that pierced into the bone marrow and froze the blood. It felt as if a true god were looking down upon the mortal world—so noble, and so detached.

From the wheat harvest in May to the rice harvest in August, this was the period when the imperial government streamlined administrative affairs, handled legal cases leniently, and strove not to disturb the people or hinder farming. Not only did Prefect Song refrain from disturbing the people, but he also experimented with a livelihood-benefiting policy—right outside the Hanzhong Economic Park, where his new policies were implemented most smoothly, he established a kindergarten.

At this moment, that engineering weapon that had bored through the basement had already revealed its tip—pointed, sharp, constantly spinning, and carrying along chunks of masonry from the ground.

Jiang Yuange leaned sideways against the table, propping her chin with one hand while her other hand toyed with the white jade wine cup on the table.

Yu You's breath hitched. She glanced at Zhou Chen, feeling an inexplicable and ungrounded sense of guilt deep in her heart.

She did not know how many silver needles would fall from the sky, but relying on her memories from the past life, she had already found the first one at the exact same location.

With that, he once again pressed himself onto Yu You. Yu You's delicate fragrance held a fatal attraction for him, filling him with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had smelled that exact scent somewhere before.

That gaze locked directly onto Yu You like an ice blade, and for a split second, Yu You felt as though her heart was about to be pierced through.