Long Yue saw Li Qingmu at the Yangxin Residence of the master, who was applying medicine to him.
His arm had a cut, the wound wasn't big or deep, but the blood flowing out was black, indicating the weapon was poisoned!
"What's going on?"
Long Yue stepped in and immediately wanted answers, glaring at Li Qingmu.
This man manages to injure himself every time he goes out; how are you so good at courting death?
Li Qingmu looked innocent: "I accidentally scraped it."
"You're lying to ghosts?" Long Yue sarcastically retorted, "A scraped wound, with poison?"
"Yes!"
The man nodded as if it was expected, this obedient and innocent look, made one want to hit him.
"Yue'er doesn't need to worry. He took the Baidu Pill in advance; the toxin has been mostly cleared. I'll prescribe something, drink it for a couple of days and he'll be fine."
"Good, thank you, master! A Mu, you're just here to trouble the master!"
