"Is this, done?"

Song Chunguang didn't have to think about it to know that these stinky blood flying out were not good things.

If the niece gets these broken things out, won't the pig be fine?

Song Ci has not released his spiritual power, controlling the direction of the dirty blood splash, and has not splashed them.

That's it, Song Chunan took a step back disgustingly, raised his hand and half-covered his nose.

It really stinks.

"Not so fast, let's try to cure it first. ”

Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief and motioned for them to turn the pig over, and she also wiped the used needles with an alcohol cotton ball again, and concocted it in the same way.

Once raw and twice cooked, this time it took a little shorter, and the smell of dirty blood discharged was stronger.

Song Chunan couldn't help but run and retch.

Song Ci was wiping the needle and thinking, can the sick pig that had just been acupuncture be rinsed immediately?

Forget it, wash it, anyway, she's not a serious doctor, and it's normal that the operation is not rigorous.

Song Chunguang and the others obediently got busy again.

Song Ci rubbed his temples tiredly, a little tired.

The total amount of mental power consumed by this "minor operation" is actually not large, and she still has a lot of spare energy;

But the operation is really difficult.

Distracting at the same time to operate twenty silver needles, the requirements for concentration are too high, and she now has a kind of rush that the whole person has been hollowed out.

"Tired?"

Song Chun'an relieved the nausea, and came over to care about her daughter uneasily.

Song Ci rubbed his swollen temples, nodded and didn't speak.

"Then rest, you haven't eaten yet. ”

Song Chunan didn't say why she fought like this, anyway, if she just came to practice her hands, it hurt morale.

He really didn't think much about it, he just felt sorry for his daughter. This acupuncture looks difficult to learn, and if you get twenty stitches at a time, can you not be tired?

Look at the pigs and leak.

This is obviously a bad thing for the girl to miss, but the father who protects the short looks at it but doesn't mention it, there is no such thing!

Song Ci didn't speak, he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples to breathe. 520

This body is still too weak, and now her wrists are sore, and her fingers are trembling slightly, this kind of physiological detachment reaction cannot be overcome by relying on her surplus mental power alone.

She had to accept that she wasn't as strong as she thought.

"Old horse, do you think this pig is getting better?"

Over there, Song Chunguang asked her husband in a uncertain whisper.

The two of them took lime water again and rinsed the blood stained on the pig's body.

Song Chunguang didn't know if he was suspicious, he always felt that the pigs under his hands were colder again, and the skin and flesh didn't seem to be as hard as before?

Ma Qianjin also looked at her in surprise:

"It doesn't seem to be so trembling, and the humming is loud?"

The two looked at each other in disbelief for a while, and then looked at Song Ci in unison, as if waiting for the doctor's medical order.

Song Ci told the truth:

"I'm just trying to get some bad blood out of the pigs and stuff. The pig may feel more comfortable temporarily, but it does not remove the root of the disease.

After that, whether it will slowly improve or continue to deteriorate, we have to continue to observe, mainly depends on whether it is competitive or not. ”

Ma Qian tasted the words and nodded heavily!

"It's what the technician said, antibodies, immunity, or something, right? It's the good blood and bad blood in the pig's body fighting, to see who can win whom. Little porcelain, you're helping the good blood fight the bad blood, right?"

Song Chunguang also immediately understood:

"Bao'er, if you help get out this old bad blood, those good blood will save effort, and you will probably be able to win!"

She looked at her husband again in inquiry.

"Yes!" the horse nodded heavily.

Song Porcelain: ......

Well, you guys seem to have a point.

But aunt and uncle, can you please not look at her with such a savior's gaze?

"Well, I'm not sure, let's do whatever it takes. ”

Song Ci said dryly, seeing that the two of them nodded desperately, their faces full of trust and hope, she was silent and added:

"Pigs are fighting in their bodies now, but they can't do without food and grass. People are iron and steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry, and pigs will be the same.

Well, try to feed it first. If you really don't eat it, just pour sugar and salt water, and I'll tell you the proportion. ”

Song Chunguang and the others saw a glimmer of light, or a drowning person grabbing driftwood, they refused to let go, and they really obeyed her!