Su Qingyun knew in his heart that Cao Dagong was thinking about him.

"Cao Dagong, if this fainting patient can be treated within twelve hours, there is still hope for life. ”

"Although it is easy to expose my identity, but the heart of the doctor's parents, saving people's lives is better than creating a Qiqi Floating Massacre. I am a doctor, and I cannot give up my vocation as a doctor because of my own temporary gains and losses. ”、

Hearing Su Qingyun's words, Cao Dagong nodded, "Qingyun, admire, admire, there are too few people like you in this world." ”

"Brother Cao, you don't have to praise me, if I heal Zhao Tianlong's third son, maybe it's a good thing for us. ”

"Okay, since you say so, I'll go to Zhao Tianlong right away and ask him what he means. ”

When Cao Dagong and Su Qingyun came outside, the people of the Zhao family were already starting to decorate the mourning hall.

Zhao Tianlong's sixth aunt was already crying and fainting, and this third young master was his son. Although the sixth aunt is very favored, he only added such a son to Zhao Tianlong, and this son is his life.

Now that his son is dead, there is no hope for him.

Zhao Tianlong was also sighing in the room, and Zhao Tianlong's wife was Zhang Luo outside. Mrs. Zhao is well-organized, and she looks like a hostess.

"Brother Zhao, I heard that the three are gone. Cao Dagong said in a heavy tone.

"Alas, I didn't expect my son to be gone. Although Zhao Tianlong experienced a lot of life and death on the battlefield, his tears still fell. After all, this is his son, a son who is related to him by blood.

"Brother Zhao, don't be sad first, I have a military doctor here, and he said that your son's situation may be a temporary fainting, as long as it takes twelve hours to be saved. ”

Listening to Cao Dagong's words, Zhao Tianlong was stunned.

And saved?

People are dead, there is no pulse, how can there be salvation. I haven't heard of people who can come back to life after they die, isn't this a fraudulent corpse?

Zhao Tianlong thought for a while and asked, "Brother Cao, this is a big deal, don't you ...... it?"

Zhao Tianlong didn't say the second half of his words, he meant that Cao Dagong was talking nonsense here.

"Zhao Dashuai, I am the military doctor accompanying Cao Dujun, I have treated one for a disease like the third young master, and the child was already in the coffin at that time. ”

"Through my treatment, the child was rescued, and the fainting patient would also have stiff and cold limbs, and ordinary people could not detect his breath at all, and it was easy to be mistaken for death. ”

"Is the third young master saved, besides, let me see, maybe I can save him." ”

"Brother Cao, I heard that there is a famous doctor named Su Qingyun in your Yangcheng, does your adjutant have anything to do with him. Mrs. Zhao walked in from outside, and his eyes looked at Su Qingyun's body.

"Sister-in-law, what you said is not wrong, we do have a famous doctor Su Qingyun in Yangcheng, but my adjutant has nothing to do with him. My lieutenant grew up with his master in the mountains. ”

"When I was fighting, I was wounded, and he saved my life, so I left him with me. Cao Dagong said the nonsense made up in advance very slippery.

"So your adjutant's medical skills are also very good, how does he compare with Su Qingyun. "Mrs. Zhao

His eyes never left Su Qingyun.

Su Qingyun felt that this woman had a knife in her eyes, as if she wanted to dig open his heart and see what he was thinking.

"Sister-in-law, I really can't say this, they have never tried. If my sister-in-law is interested, I'll let them try it one day, and I'll tell my sister-in-law when the time comes. ”

After Cao Dagong finished speaking, he turned his head to Zhao Tianlong and said, "Brother Zhao, don't hesitate, the longer the delay, the smaller the chance of the child being saved." ”

Zhao Tianlong's heart was already a little moved, and he didn't want his youngest son, who was also his favorite son, to die like this.

"Why don't you try it. Zhao Tianlong loosened.

"Master, how can this be done, the third young master has returned to the west, we all saw him breathe with our own eyes just now, I didn't feel good when I looked at Cao Dagong. ”

"He doesn't know what Ann has in mind, how many dead people have you seen on the battlefield, have you ever seen a man who has come back to life. I didn't feel good when I looked at Cao Dagong, you quickly let people arrest all the people he brought. ”

When Cao Dagong heard Mrs. Zhao's words, he suddenly felt a little wrong in his heart, Mrs. Zhao had seen it a few times. This Mrs. Zhao has always been gentle and elegant, how did she suddenly become like this, which made him feel very wrong.

"Sister-in-law, for the sake of Brother Zhao's face, I still call you sister-in-law, I don't know why you said that. I have no grievances with you, and I have no grievances with Brother Zhao, why should I harm him. What you say is ridiculous. Cao Dagong's tone cooled.

"You can really save the third young master. When the Sixth Lady heard about this, she hurried over. He asked Su Qingyun, "You really have this ability." ”

"As long as the third young master is not really dead, I am sure to save him, but if he really dies, I have no choice, but according to my judgment, the third young master is not dead. ”

The sixth lady nodded, turned her head to Zhao Tianlong and said, "Master, I think let this adjutant try." ”

"Sister, the third young master is dead, and we are all very uncomfortable, but this kid is dead when he dies, what are you still letting people toss him for. ”

"You just let the third young master go quietly. Mrs. Zhao persuaded.

"Let him try. Zhao Tianlong also hoped that his son did not really die.

The third young master was placed in the small hall of the Zhao family, and the coffin had not been bought, and the person was temporarily placed on a bed. The small body is covered with a silk quilt. A veil was put over his face.

"My son!" the sixth lady burst into tears when she saw her son.

Su Qingyun stepped forward and took off the handkerchief on the third young master's face, he first probed the third young master's snort, and there was no breath at all. Su Qingyun put his hand on his wrist again.

The third young master's limbs were already stiff, his wrists were cold, and there was no pulse at all.

Su Qingyun came to the end of the bed, uncovered the back of the silk quilt, and reached out to take off the third young master's shoes.

"What you're going to do, people have seen it, and you have to take off his shoes. Mrs. Zhao got up and stopped Su Qingyun.

"Mrs. Zhao, people have twelve pulses, in addition to the pulse on the hand, there are also six pulses on the foot, although the pulse on the man's hand is gone, but as long as the pulse on the foot is there, he can come over. Su Qingyun said.

"Don't stop him, let him see. Zhao Tianlong said.

The third young master's feet were very thin, and Su Qingyun touched the three yin veins of his feet.

Su Qingyun's heart breathed a sigh of relief slightly, although the third young master's foot three yin veins were beating very weakly, they were still jumping. This proves that man is not dead.

"Zhao Dashuai, Mrs. Zhao, I can save people. Su Qingyun's voice deliberately raised a few degrees.

"Really, you can really save my son. The sixth lady came to Su Qingyun and asked excitedly.

"Boy, I'll let you save it today, if you can't save the third young master, don't think about leaving the Zhao family alive. Our Zhao family is not a place where people can go wild. Mrs. Zhao said in a cold tone.

Although Zhao Tianlong still didn't believe it, he also hoped that his son could really come back to life.

"This little brother has worked hard. He spoke politely.

Su Qingyun didn't speak, uncovered the quilt on the third young master's body, took out a silver needle, and began to use dead wood and eighteen needles on the third young master's body.

None of the people present spoke, and the entire mourning hall was silent, except for the sound of needles piercing into the flesh.

"Okay, leave a needle for a stick of incense, and it will be effective after a stick of incense. Su Qingyun said.

Zhao Tianlong made people light a stick of incense, and everyone's mood was very complicated. During this period, everyone did not communicate a word, and they all waited so quietly.

Although the time of a stick of incense is not very long, everyone present feels that it is very long. It seems like a long time has passed. Watching the incense burn little by little and go downstairs, the atmosphere was very difficult, but no one spoke. At this time, it is wrong to say anything, just wait for the final result.

The incense was already coming to the end, Su Qingyun probed the third young master's snort, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Zhao Dashuai, the third young master already has a snort. ”

Su Qingyun's words were very light, but he wanted to explode the whole room like thunder. The house was in chaos.

The sixth lady came to the third young master one step faster, and stretched out her hand tremblingly. Her hands trembled so badly that she finally got to the bottom of the third young master's nose.

As soon as he reached the ground, the sixth lady felt her son's breathing, and his dead son actually passed over like this. He didn't believe his hand, and stretched out his trembling hand, thinking about continuing to test it.

Zhao Dashuai's hand stretched out, his hand did not tremble at all, as a soldier he had to be calm.

The expression on his face also changed, and for a moment there was both excitement and joy.

"Sir, how is it. Mrs. Zhao asked unconsciously.

"My son is really alive, alive. The Sixth Lady shouted.

"When will my child wake up. At this time, the sixth lady didn't care about the etiquette, and directly grabbed Su Qingyun's hand.

"Sixth Madam, the third young master has to wait a little longer. ”

The mourning hall could no longer be quiet, and Zhao Tianlong's aunt and wife and the people of the Zhao family began to whisper.

There were white candles lit on the table in the mourning hall, and although it was tomorrow, it was a little creepy. Su Qingyun stood there quietly, without any expression on his face, his eyes fixed on the third young master lying on the bed.

Suddenly, an "oops" sound came, and then a cry came out of the third young master's mouth, "Don't cover my face." ”