The evil female in the space can heal, and five beast husbands risk their lives to protect her.

Chapter 50 I Didn't Have Time to Love Her Properly
Although Que Hongjin didn't know what Qiao Suluo was going to do, she still reached out her hand and handed it to her.

Qiao Suluo felt that Que Hongjin must be uncomfortable standing like that with her hands floating in the air, so she said, "Sit down first, and I'll take your pulse."

Que Hongjin said gently, "Okay."

As she spoke, she sat down on the edge of the bed, and Qiao Suluo reached out and placed her fingers on his wrist.

The moment they made contact, Que Hongjin was reminded of the scene from last night.

His body craved her closeness so much that the mere touch of her fingers caused the skin on his wrist to tremble slightly.

It reminded him of how beautiful and charming she looked when she held him last night.

Que Hongjin's heart skipped a beat, feeling as if a fire was burning within him, a flame that seemed about to engulf him.

Que Hongjin couldn't help but reach out and hug her, pulling her into his arms.

"Hongjin, what's wrong?"

She was just about to take his pulse.

Que Hongjin held her and let her sit on his lap, then lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "I can take her pulse while holding her like this."

Of course, Que Hongjin didn't think his wife knew any medical skills, which was something he had never heard of before. She could do whatever she wanted as long as she liked it.

Qiao Suluo couldn't concentrate on taking his pulse at all. She could feel the alluring heat in his breath on her neck, making her heart pound.

Qiao Suluo seemed to think of something, and her face turned bright red, as if dyed with the morning glow, her watery eyes seeming drunk and shy, as if she wanted to speak.

Seeing her like this, Que Hongjin's eyes darkened, and he felt his emotions boiling.

"A Luo..."

His voice had become hoarse at this moment.

Qiao Suluo realized something and hurriedly tried to struggle out of his embrace.

She knew very well that his gaze was like one that wanted to tear her apart.

She could imagine that if this continued, she wouldn't have anything else to do all day.

"Hongjin, it's daytime now, I need to get up and eat in a bit."

Que Hongjin held her tightly, and when he lowered his head, his breath fell on her neck, the molten lava-like breath scorching her skin. His clear voice was tinged with a hoarse tremor, "Be good, don't move, let me hold you for a while."

Realizing what was happening, Qiao Suluo blushed even more and obediently stopped moving.

Que Hongjin breathed in her fragrant and alluring scent, feeling slightly intoxicated, but he knew she needed to rest.

After a long while, his voice seemed to return to normal, and he reached out and said, "My lady, shall I take your pulse now?"

"Why don't I sit down in the chair and have my pulse taken?"

Qiao Suluo was worried that holding him like this would make his heart rate abnormal and make it impossible to take his pulse properly.

"Alright."

Que Hongjin reluctantly let go of Qiao Suluo, who quickly got out of bed and sat down on a chair next to her.

Que Hongjin also sat down in another chair and stretched out his hand.

Qiao Suluo looked at his slender, fair fingers and thought they were like exquisite works of art, so beautiful that she wanted to reach out and touch them.

However, she calmed herself down and carefully took the pulse with her fingers.

She looked extremely focused as she took her pulse, and Que Hongjin stared into her eyes as if looking into her soul.

Qiao Suluo received the power of the divine doctor's inheritance, and some knowledge and abilities seemed to be engraved into her mind instantly, and she could do them automatically.

When she takes someone's pulse, she automatically knows what's wrong.

But after actually taking Que Hongjin's pulse, Qiao Suluo's expression changed. When she looked up at Que Hongjin again, she looked at her with heartache and said, "Five years ago, you were poisoned with the You Teng Zui Xin Lu. This is a slow-acting poison, made from eighteen kinds of poisonous herbs. It is colorless and odorless, and not easy to detect. It will only slowly devour your internal energy. Especially when the You Lan Hua is used as a catalyst at a critical moment, it will completely dissipate your internal energy, leaving you completely weak." "Moreover, this poison is incompatible with the cultivation technique you practice. Even now, it remains in your body, tormenting you and making it impossible for you to gather internal energy again..."

Qiao Suluo spoke these words slowly.

She could tell from his pulse that Que Hongjin's internal energy must have been very strong, but it had been damaged by this poison.

The more he used his internal energy, the more severe his injuries became, until finally his internal energy was almost completely destroyed.

She knew that in this beast-world continent, some powerful families would cultivate ancient martial arts to condense their inner strength.

She guessed that when Que Hongjin lost all her internal energy, her wings were cut off.

Que Hongjin's expression suddenly changed. "You mean the Dew of the Drunken Heart of the Vine?"

He had seen this poison in ancient records, but it was a poison concocted a hundred years ago. Because there was no antidote and it could also erode a person's internal strength, it was not easy to detect even by taking a pulse. Later, the emperor at the time ordered it to become a forbidden drug.

The prescriptions were all burned.

"Yes, that's the poison."

Que Hongjin murmured, "No wonder, even the imperial physicians couldn't detect it."

After he was seriously injured and even had his wings cut off, his grandmother invited imperial physicians and even the head of the Imperial Medical Academy to treat him. They all said that he had become a cripple, that he had lost all his internal strength, and that his injuries could not be cured.

Moreover, at that moment, he could have been fine, but because his internal energy suddenly disappeared, he couldn't withstand that attack.

He still remembers the moment his wings were cut off; he smelled a faint fragrance. Was it the scent of orchids?

It's him!

Que Hongjin's eyes trembled violently; he never expected that it was he who had betrayed him.

Que Hongjin quickly calmed down, her eyes dimming. "So I'm going to die, is that it?"

There is no antidote for this poison. Over time, it erodes a person's internal organs, eventually leading to death.

He looked deeply at Qiao Suluo; at this moment, the person he was most reluctant to part with was Qiao Suluo.

His wife, whom he hadn't had a chance to properly love yet.

His gaze was so deep and tender, as if he wanted to etch her into the depths of his soul.

He also had enemies in the capital, whom he hadn't even had time to avenge, and was powerless to do so now.

At this moment, Que Hongjin's eyes were filled with sorrow and despair.

When Qiao Suluo saw him like this, her heart ached. She held his hand, wanting to give him warmth and strength in this way.

"No, you won't die. The poison in your body has been suppressed by your internal energy. Your internal organs are fine, and your internal energy hasn't disappeared. I can cure this poison."

"Once the poison is neutralized, your internal energy will be restored and you will be able to use it again."

As for his wings, medicine is useless, but her healing ability can make him grow them back.

But we must take it one step at a time.

Upon hearing these words, Que Hongjin was completely shocked. He looked at Qiao Suluo in disbelief and asked, "Aluo, what did you just say?"

"Wait, how do you know how to take a pulse?"

She had no medical skills at all before.

"I was just imagining things. You are not her. It's not surprising that A'Luo would do anything."

Qiao Suluo looked at him encouragingly and said, "So you have to believe me. I can take pulses and have medical skills, so I have a way to detoxify you."

To give Que Hongjin confidence, Qiao Suluo said, "I will write down the prescription for the antidote now."

(End of this chapter)