Reincarnated as her wicked older sister who has been cleansed up, she attracts a swarm of beastly hu

Chapter 106 Help
"You've already helped me a lot, there's no need to say such things."

Shen Yihe's tone was sincere.

The witch doctor sighed and didn't continue the topic.

Finally, he gave Shen Yihe some more instructions.

Shen Yihe got what he wanted and didn't linger.

The witch doctor watched his figure gradually disappear into the distance and gently shook his head.

poor child.

The shaman was the only person in the entire tribe who knew Shen Yihe's situation.

His medical skills were renowned in the area.

Shen Yihe came to this tribe because of the shaman.

Unexpectedly, through a series of unforeseen events, he became Wen Li's beast husband.

But his situation was far too complicated.

Too much time had passed, and the poisonous buds had taken root in Shen Yihe's body. Even the witch doctor could not completely remove them, only suppress them.

If we want to completely remove the poison from his body, we can only find the person who poisoned him and make him hand over the antidote.

Over the past year, all the witch doctor could do was help Shen Yihe suppress the poison buds so that he wouldn't suffer too much on the day the poison flared up.

It'll be in the next few days, if you count the days.

The witch doctor had the misfortune of witnessing Shen Yihe's attack, and it was absolutely terrifying.

The witch doctor watched Shen Yihe's figure disappear completely before turning back into his cave.

Now I'm all alone here.

Because of An Yuan's disappearance, Arno has been running around every day these past few days, searching for her.

The witch doctor had nothing more to say about his apprentice.

He now understands that An Yuan has no intention of marrying Arno.

Unfortunately, Arnold himself couldn't see clearly and became increasingly entangled.

Ugh.

The witch doctor sighed again, clearing his mind of all distractions.

Then he began to work with the herbs in his hands.

Shen Yihe returned home in no time.

The journey was smooth, and I didn't encounter many people.

They didn't run into Wen Li either.

Back in his room, he opened the wooden bottle, and the intense bitterness almost overwhelmed him.

Just smelling this aroma brought a familiar bitterness to Shen Yihe's lips and teeth.

It contained medication to suppress toxins; this wasn't the first time Shen Yihe had taken it.

It was so bitter that it traumatized him; he felt nauseous just from the smell.

Even so, Shen Yihe had no choice but to eat it, as it was the only way to alleviate his pain.

Shen Yihe confirmed that the scent in the wooden bottle was correct, carefully put it away, and carried it with him.

In recent months, the timing of the attacks has become increasingly unpredictable, unlike before when they would start at night and the pain would last all night.

Now, for some unknown reason, things have changed.

Although they would all be concentrated on the same day, Shen Yihe wasn't sure about the exact timeframe.

The best way is to carry medication with you at all times. Once the toxins in your body start to act up, drink the medication to suppress them.

Shen Yihe had never mentioned his health problems to anyone else.

He knew that his illness would be terrifying when it flared up, and he hesitated about whether he should find a place to wait out the illness and then come back later.

Shen Yihe didn't want others to see him in such a disheveled state.

However, before he could even act, a sharp pain swept over him, almost engulfing him.

"Uh……"

Shen Yihe's brows were almost knotted together, furrowed in fury.

The familiar pain came unexpectedly, and even Shen Yihe hadn't expected it to happen today.

He bit his lip hard as he moved closer to his bed.

He took just one step and fell to the ground, his knees slamming heavily onto the earth.

Shen Yihe gasped sharply.

Soon he was tormented by physical pain to the point of near death.

This pain accompanied him as he grew up, starting from the time he became aware of things.

Even after so much time has passed, Shen Yihe still cannot get used to this pain.

It took Shen Yihe some effort to finally get to the bed, by which time he was drenched in sweat.

His black hair clung to his forehead, and his temples were soaked with sweat; Shen Yihe looked unusually disheveled.

He sat hunched over on the bed, fumbling in his pockets until he finally pulled out the wooden bottle the witch doctor had given him.

The strong bitter smell wafted out once again as the bottle was unscrewed. Shen Yihe, no longer able to resist, grabbed the wooden bottle and poured it into his mouth.

The pain felt like a worm crawling haphazardly inside his body.

This time, it trickled down to Shen Yihe's fingertips, as if trying to stop him from drinking the medicine.

Shen Yihe's fingers trembled so much that he lost his grip on the wooden bottle.

The opened wooden bottle fell to the ground, and the inky black liquid slowly flowed out, causing Shen Yihe's vision to go black.

This time, the pain flowed to his heart.

Shen Yihe's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and his consciousness gradually faded.

Shen Yihe didn't know how long he had been unconscious; the pain continued, and even after he passed out, it didn't stop.

In his dream, countless insects crawled all over his body, burrowing through his skin into his flesh and then gnawing at every inch of his body.

This time, without the suppression of medication, the pain was even more intense than before.

"Shen Yihe! Shen Yihe!"

In his dream, Shen Yihe heard someone calling his name.

The voice was familiar, anxious, and tinged with helplessness, as if the person didn't know what to do.

"Shen Yihe!"

The sound continued incessantly.

At the same time, Shen Yihe felt a warm current flowing through his body, which felt very comfortable.

As the pain gradually subsided, Shen Yihe's tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

He almost drowned in such comfort.

Inside the room, Wen Li was continuously channeling her supernatural power into Shen Yihe.

She rested briefly, intending to go out and get some water.

They heard the noise coming from Shen Yihe's room and came looking for him.

She called out several times, but Shen Yihe did not respond.

Wen Li was still worried, so she lifted the curtain and took a look.

I was terrified when I saw it.

Shen Yihe lay on the bed, his face contorted, with black blood spilling from the corner of his lips.

Wen Li had never seen such a scene before. She was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered and began to treat him.

She didn't actually know what Shen Yihe's current situation was.

Only when they got closer did they realize that Shen Yihe's body was trembling uncontrollably.

Wen Li tried to reach out and touch him; his body temperature was alarmingly high.

Wen Li didn't know what to do either. This was the first time she had seen such symptoms, and she couldn't find a specific cause in the medical guide.

Desperate for a cure, she tried injecting her supernatural abilities and discovered that it actually worked!
Although her supernatural abilities were almost depleted, Wen Li still gritted her teeth and persevered.

After all, Shen Yihe's current state... looks like he's in a lot of pain.

She hoped to alleviate his pain.

The supernatural power within Shen Yihe flowed continuously into his body.

As Shen Yihe's brows relaxed, Wen Li's face grew paler and paler until it was almost transparent.

In the end, Wen Li couldn't resist any longer and fainted.

At this moment, her cheeks were completely bloodless, and she lay limply by the bed, like a lifeless doll.

The comfortable feeling gradually faded, but the pain did not return.

Shen Yihe slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze focused, and he saw Wen Li lying beside the bed.

Wen Li's face was completely pale, and her long eyelashes were tightly closed.

She was right in front of him, only a few centimeters away.

Shen Yihe was stunned for a moment, blinked, and realized that Wen Li was still in front of him. He then realized that this was not a dream.

He didn't know when Wen Li arrived.

But he vaguely recalled the call from his dream.

It seemed to be Wen Li's voice.

Did Wen Li help him?
Shen Yihe sat up and indeed felt no pain at all, which was something he never expected.

Judging from the traces of the medicine on the ground, not too much time has passed, because the medicine hasn't dried completely yet.

"Wen Li, Wen Li?"

Shen Yihe called Wen Li's name several times, but still received no response.

He sat up, his body brimming with unprecedented strength.

It was as if the pain from not long ago was just an illusion.

He carried Wen Li back to the bed and gazed at her silently.

I've been feeling really bad lately, sigh... I'm trying my best to adjust.