The convenient door closed, and Ning Tao and Qing Zhui returned to the Sky Clinic. Ignoring the poison needles and darts on his body, Ning Tao reached out to Qing Zhui and said, "Let me have a look." "You're hurt and bleeding a lot," said Qing Zhui. "It doesn't matter. It's a little injury, and I won't die," replied Ning Tao. Unable to make him change his mind, Qing Zhui had to hand over the spiritual soil and grain in her arms to Ning Tao, as well as the free "scenery". Ning Tao paused for a moment, then turned away with the spiritual soil and grain in his arms, saying, "Put your clothes on. My god." Qing Zhui cocked her mouth, slightly dissatisfied, but still obediently put on her clothes. Ning Tao placed the spiritual soil and grain in the vacant lot in the middle of the clinic. It was daylight, and the spiritual soil and grain could be seen clearly without the light of the seven-star lamp.
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