My inner elixir can cure all poisons? You won't dig it out.

Chapter 163 What should I do if I hit someone and make him stupid?

After hitting someone on the way, Chu Xuan had to interrupt her extreme challenge plan and drag the injured and unconscious person ashore.

There was a small wooden house on the shore, which was very clean. The smell in the yard was similar to that of the injured person, so it should be his residence.

"This guy, is he practicing under the waterfall?"

She remembered that it had appeared in a novel she had read before, and that the body could be strengthened through the impact of a waterfall.

If this is true, then we can only say that he is really: "very unlucky."

Chu Xuan carefully looked at the injured man. He was very thin, so thin that his skin was just skin and bones. His face was so thin that it looked unrecognizable. His clothes were tattered and torn in many places, just like beggar's clothes.

But it was the black hair that flowed down behind her, long and thick, that made people jealous.

There was a huge wound on the back of his head, bleeding profusely, probably from being hit by a kayak.

Chu Xuan quickly took out the golden medicine and applied the entire bottle of powder on the wound.

The golden medicine was very effective. The bleeding stopped quickly and the wound began to scab over. However, there was a dent on the back of my head and I don’t know if it will heal on its own later.

After treating the wound, the man still didn't wake up. Chu Xuan used her spiritual power to check him, and found that he was possessed.

The reason was probably that he was practicing and was interrupted violently by himself, which caused his practice to go wrong.

"He's still a demon cultivator?! Then he shouldn't be able to use the Soul-Replenishing Pill, right? Then can the Qi-Regulating Pill be used?"

Chu Xuan had almost no knowledge of cultivating immortals, so she was afraid of killing the patient and did not dare to feed him random medicine.

In desperation, he could only send a message to Bai Yanlan, wanting to ask if she could be saved. Unfortunately, Bai Yanlan was in seclusion at the time and he could not be contacted.

The world of immortal cultivation is not as good as Wanli Mizong. There is still a lot of prejudice against demon cultivators. She cannot take a demon cultivator to the town of spiritual cultivation to seek medical treatment.

After thinking about it, I can only say: "May the best of luck to you."

Chu Xuan used some magic to dry the man's clothes and hair, then used her spiritual power to lift him onto the bed. From then on, it all depended on whether the man had a strong desire to survive and whether he could survive on his own.

……

The man had been in a coma, and Chu Xuan couldn't just leave. She could only take out the stove and casserole from the storage bag and prepare to stew some casserole porridge.

"Can demon cultivators eat spiritual rice?" Chu Xuan looked at the pure white rice in her hand with a confused look on her face, but no one could give her an answer at this moment: "Let's cook it first. He may not be able to eat it anyway."

The porridge alone was a bit bland, so Chu Xuan took out a few pieces of spirit beast meat and prepared to fry two side dishes for herself.

Her storage bag was filled with all the necessary kitchen utensils and seasonings, so she prepared the dishes quickly.

Heat the pan, pour in a proper amount of oil, then add garlic slices and dried chilies.

"Fuck!"

The aroma of dried chilies burst out instantly, rushing around aggressively and spreading in all directions.

Soon, a dark shadow jumped over and looked directly at the small pot where Chu Xuan was stir-frying.

It was the man who had been hit on the head.

The man moved closer and closer, and his head almost went into the pot.

Chu Xuan didn't know why and didn't have time to stop him. Soon the man was choked by the dry chili and was forced to raise his head. His eyes and nose were red. He looked at Chu Xuan with tears in his eyes, feeling inexplicably aggrieved.

"Ahem, that chili pepper is choking, stay away from it."

Hearing this, the man did not step back but continued to look at Chu Xuan straight without blinking, and soon Chu Xuan felt embarrassed.

"Uh, you're awake. If you wake up, you won't die, right? Hehe."

The man still didn't speak, staring at Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan could only continue to find things to say, trying to break the awkward atmosphere: "I'm so sorry, my kayak accidentally hit you."

"Don't worry, I will definitely take responsibility to the end. See if you need any healing pills, and I'll find a way to get them."

The man said nothing and continued to stare.

Chu Xuan: ...

"Sizzle!" Chu Xuan could only put the meat slices into the wok and stir-fry quickly with a spatula, looking very busy to avoid the man's pressing gaze.

But the man's gaze was too strong. Chu Xuan gritted her teeth and poured various seasonings into the meat and stir-fried it a few times, but she couldn't hold on any longer.

I could only raise my head, put on a fake smile and said, "I cooked some spiritual rice porridge, do you want to try it?"

This time, the man finally shifted his gaze and followed Chu Xuan's finger to look at the casserole covered with a lid, his face full of confusion.

Chu Xuan could only walk over and lift the lid of the pot.

The stove and casserole she used were both spiritual tools and were very efficient. At this time, the rice grains had been cooked into bloom, emitting the unique aroma of white porridge.

"Brush~"

The man instantly stood beside the casserole, staring at the rice grains that were bubbling and tumbling in the pot.

"Um, this porridge is made with spiritual rice. Can you eat it?" Chu Xuan asked cautiously.

However, the man tilted his head, looking confused, as if he didn't understand what she was saying.

Chu Xuan thought about it, then scooped out a small bowl of rice soup from the casserole and handed it to him. She would know whether it was edible or not by doing a "skin test".

Looking at the small bowl of rice soup handed to him, the man's eyes brightened up. He took the bowl without hesitation and put it close to his mouth.

"Be careful of the burn."

Chu Xuan's reminder was still a step too late. The man had already put down the bowl and was licking his upper lip cautiously with a look of grievance.

"Blow on it and let it cool down before eating." At this moment, Chu Xuan had an ominous premonition in her heart. Did she hit the man stupid?

Hearing this, the man took the bowl and blew it carefully, then tried it with his lips, and then immediately licked his lips.

I got burned.

He blew harder again, tried it with his lips, and then licked his lips.

I got burned again.

After repeating this several times, the rice soup finally cooled down. The man licked his lips and found that it was not as painful as before. He looked visibly happy and picked up the bowl and drank it down.

Then, he put the empty bowl in front of Chu Xuan.

"Wait a little longer and see if your body will react." Chu Xuan took the bowl but did not continue to scoop rice soup: "Wait another quarter of an hour, the porridge will be ready. If your body still has no reaction by then, you should be able to drink the porridge."

The man saw that she didn't continue to pour him the delicious water, and a trace of unhappiness flashed in his eyes. But he began to listen to her words, word by word, and then slowly analyzed them in his mind.

Finally, we came to the conclusion that if the body reacts, we won’t be able to drink the delicious porridge.

So the man quickly suppressed the demonic energy in his body, which had become a little violent due to the spiritual power in the spiritual rice.

"Be quiet, don't delay me from drinking porridge."