Chapter 142 Nine-vein Needle

In the west wing of Li Zimo's house, Wei Wuyi lay on his back with his eyes closed, his face as pale as gold paper. Although the wound in the front heart had been temporarily stopped, it could be seen that his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

It has been more than an hour since he was injured. If it hadn't been for several good medical team members in Chen Feng's team and supported by high-tech first aid kits, it would have been impossible.

Xiong Xiaoqian sat on the chair by the bed, and the jade hand stretched out on the devil's hand's dry wrist. The three fingers moved slightly, her eyes closed slightly, and her eyelashes trembled gently.

Chen Feng stood beside her and stared at them nervously. Now his heart is in his throat, afraid that Xiong Xiaoqian will tell him bad news.

After a while, Xiong Xiaoqian opened her eyes, exhaled slightly, and turned her head to look at Chen Feng. "The old man's injury is very serious. I'm afraid the chance of being cured is no more than 30%."

"Then there will be Miss Xiong." Up to now, it is much better to have hope than nothing to do. Chen Feng nodded to her, indicating that she could be cured.

Xiong Xiaoqian waved her hand behind her. The old man with yellow teeth hurriedly came up, respectfully sent a wooden box to her, and then squeezed Chen Feng aside. "Kid away, don't get in the way here."

Chen Feng had not responded yet. The wolf dance at the door was gone. Two sharp eyes shot over, and the fine steel claws of his hands under a low roar suddenly popped out, as if he wanted to explode again.

"Wolf Dance." Chen Feng frowned and drank in a low voice. The wolf danced back his arm anly and squatted in the shadow of the door without moving.

Xiong Xiaoqian gently opened the sandalwood box, and then took out a cotton tape from it. After unfolding, there was a row of silver needles of different sizes, which reflected the crystal luster under the light.

"Tuntie his clothes." Xiong Xiaoqian took a silver needle from the cloth belt and gently said to the yellow-toothed old man between her fingers.

The yellow-toothed old man stepped forward, helped Chen Feng, picked up the ghost hand Wei Wuyi, and then removed the clothes on his upper body, revealing his thin body inside.

Brush--, as soon as Xiong Xiaoqian waved her arm, Chen Feng felt a flower in front of him. The silver needle had pierced into Wei Wuyi's Baihui hole, which was more than three inches deep.

"Ah!"

Chen Feng was shocked. Although he did not know medical skills, he also knew that Baihui acupoint was one of the 36 dead points in the human body. If he was hit, he would be dizzy, and if he was heavy, his life was in danger. How could he easily get an injection?

The old man with yellow teeth stared, "Don't make any noise. Do you save people or my master saves people?"

Being scolded by the old man with yellow teeth, Chen Feng calmed down. He thought that since Xiong Xiaoqian was known as a magic doctor, he would not even be able to distinguish the dead hole, so he held back his excitement and continued to watch.

The second needle comes out, the acupuncture point!

The third and fourth needles, breast root acupoint!

The fifth and sixth stitch, dumb door hole!

The seventh and eighth injection, renal pelvis!

The ninth needle, Juque acupoint!

Xiong Xiaoqian's needles were like the wind, and the nine needles pierced into Wei Wuyi's body like flowing water. The fast movement made Chen Feng a little dazzled, but at the same time, he was full of cold sweat.

These nine needles are all dead holes, and several of them are fatal holes that must be hit hard. Does the Xiong magic doctor plan to save people or murder?

However, Wei Wuyi was stabbed by these nine needles and did not die on the spot. Instead, his body moved slightly and let out a very low moan.

Chen Feng couldn't help but move. He quickly fixed his eyes on Wei Wuyi's face and found that his face seemed to be a little better, at least not as pale as before.

The nine needles did not seem to be easy for Xiong Xiaoqian. The tip of her nose actually poured out delicate beads of sweat. She did not pause at all and began to use the needle. She pushed and pressed the bullet to poke and pick it. Chen Feng, who had a complicated technique, looked a little big head, but the old man with yellow teeth next to her, looked at it with relish.

"Kid, this old man is blessed. He actually asked my master to use the method of nine-vein magic needle." The old man with yellow teeth shook his big head with few hairs and squeaked his mouth with envy on his face. "If I can enjoy it once, it's beautiful to die."

Chen Feng was speechless. He had never seen such a good product, and he was looking forward to being pricked with a needle all day long.

This product really has ** potential!

"Wow!"

Xiong Xiaoqian picked up her finger and slowly released her hand from the last silver needle. Her forehead was dripping with sweat, and even the bangs on her forehead were wet, which made her look more elegant.

"I have stabilized his lifeline with the nine-vein desperate needle method and dredged his qi and blood. If he can survive tomorrow's sunrise, then this life will be saved." Xiong Xiaoqian naturally saw what Chen Feng wanted to ask, so she said it herself.

Chen Feng was overjoyed. He held his fist and arched his hand to Xiong Xiaoqian and said solemnly, "Chen Feng is very grateful for Miss Xiong's kindness. If there is anything in the future, as long as I can do it, there will definitely be no refusal."

"Don't be so polite. I already have three requests for remuneration." Xiong Xiaoqian waved her hand with a smile, and then stood up from the chair, but then her body shook and fell to the ground.

Chen Feng was next to her, hurriedly holding her, and then shouted, "Miss Xiong, are you all right?"

Leaning against Chen Feng's arm, Xiong Xiaoqian's cheeks were slightly red. She struggled to straighten up and said, "I'm sorry, maybe it's been too long. Just stand up."

"Well, Miss Xiong, please go to the cross-hospital for a rest. I have already arranged a place." Seeing that her face was a little pale, Chen Feng wanted to ask, but when he saw that Xiong Xiaoqian didn't want to say anything, he swallowed it back into his stomach and asked someone to send them down.

"Instor, go and have a rest first. Just leave us here." The team members squeezed in and persuaded Chen Feng to take a rest, but he shook his head resolutely.

Seeing that Chen Feng was so persistent, everyone understood his mood, so everyone retreated, but no one left. Except for the personnel in charge of vigilance, the rest of them stood in the yard and waited for the moment of dawn.

At the same time, Xiong Xiaoqian walked into the main room across the courtyard with the help of the old man with yellow teeth, and then fell down on **.

Her face was very pale, and her cold sweat was the size of a soybean. It kept rolling down from her forehead and soon wet her hair and the pillow under her head.

The old man with yellow teeth looked angry. He limped to pour a basin of hot water for Xiong Xiaoqian, took a hand towel and handed it back to her. He complained, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Others don't know, but he knows Xiong Xiaoqian's body. The nine-vein magic needle method is a big load for her, so since he followed Xiong Xiaoqian, he has seen her use it once.

I didn't expect him to use it again this time for a stranger who has nothing to do with it.

Xiong Xiaoqian listened to his elder-like nagging. She didn't say anything. She just leaned her head against the quilt and closed her eyes with a smile.

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Everyone says I'm alive or continue to die again