Ward 329 is a special care ward, when Mingwen and Su Xiaoxiao rushed to the ward, Feng Congsong, the vice president of the Central Hospital, led several experts to consult on the spot in the ward, but they used up all the instruments and treatment methods, but they didn't even figure out the cause of Ji Xueling's illness.

Ji Xueling's own feeling was weak and difficult to breathe. Her mother Lan Yun was crying helplessly, and Xiao Wei lay beside Ji Xueling and shouted: "Sister, you don't want to die, Xiao Wei doesn't want you to die." ”

When Feng Congsong saw a beautiful woman coming in with a beggar, he was overjoyed because he recognized the two of them. Last time, he and Dean Li Mingyan witnessed the miracle of Mingwen bringing Su Xiaoxiao back to life with Sun Chuiliu and others outside the operating room. Then he said happily: "Mr. Ji is saved!"

Mingwen walked to the side of the hospital bed, and saw that Ji Xueling's face was pale, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and she was panting heavily. He leaned in her ear and whispered, "Xue Ling, I'm here, don't worry, you'll be fine." ”

Hearing that it was Mingwen who was speaking, Ji Xueling opened her eyes with difficulty and said, "Brother Ming, thank you for letting me see you for the last time when I am about to leave this world." There's one thing I haven't had a chance to say to you. Now, I'm going to another world, and I'm going to say it, or I'll never get a chance to say it. ”

Mingwen said: "Xue Ling, what do you say, Brother Ming?"

"Brother Ming, I love you! But I'm going to another world, and I can only stay with you in the next life. Ji Xueling used all her strength, but her voice was still weak. After saying that, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and a little tear rolled down her face and fell between the pillows.

Mingwen stretched out his hand, gently wiped away her tears for Ji Xueling, and said, "Xueling, don't worry, Brother Ming will make you better." ”

Listening to the conversation between the two, Su Xiaoxiao's tears also rolled down from the corners of her eyes like beads.

Ji Xueling's mother, Lan Yun, saw her daughter say her love for Mingwen, and she knew that once her daughter decided to say what was in her heart, it meant that she knew that she was likely not to get better, so she turned around and wiped her tears silently.

Mingwen picked up Ji Xueling's hand, lost a breath of true qi for her, protected her heart, and at the same time prevented her soul from leaving her body, and then said to Feng Congsong: "Dean Feng, please send someone to find eighty-eight sixty-four chopsticks." ”

Feng Congsong didn't ask the reason for looking for chopsticks, so he ordered a nurse to look for them immediately.

Mingwen said again: "Dean Feng, now let Officer Su stay and help, and the rest of you will go out." ”

Several experts were about to speak, Feng Congsong waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's all come out and let Mingwen treat Mr. Ji." ”

Hearing what the vice president said, the experts finally knew that the beggar was the doctor named Mingwen who had been dismissed from their hospital. Of course, Mingwen's resurrection of the dead Su Xiaoxiao was known throughout the hospital. If they see Mingwen alone now, they will definitely not be able to connect the handsome and sunny big boy from the past with the beggar. Now Mingwen is dressed in rags, his hair and beard are long and messy, and he looks like a child. Everyone didn't understand what Mingwen wanted chopsticks for, Ji Xueling couldn't even find out so many precision instruments in this situation now, could a chopstick still save Ji Xueling's life. Suspicion is suspicion, but they can't come up with a good treatment plan now, so they can only silently retreat to the outside of the ward with the wind.

Lan Yun took Xiao Wei to the outside of the ward with everyone, and the dean Liu Santai and Liu Sanmazi also got the news that Mingwen came to the hospital again, so they came to the outside of Ward 329 and waited with everyone.

After everyone went out, Mingwen asked Su Xiaoxiao to help Ji Xueling up and sit on the head of the bed, took out a silver needle and pricked a needle in each of her Baihui, Shenting, Shangxin, and Houding acupuncture points, and then stretched out her right hand forward, and a red fire dragon Neidan True Qi floated on top of the four silver needles, and after about a minute, I saw that Ji Xueling's face was gradually ruddy. At this time, Mingwen retracted his true qi, waved his hand, and the four silver needles were all collected in his hand. said to Su Xiaoxiao again: "Officer Su, put Xue Ling down and lie down." ”

After Su Xiaoxiao gently helped Ji Xueling to lie down, she glared angrily at Mingwen and said, "Stinky Huazi, you are not allowed to call me Officer Su in the future!"

Mingwen smiled and said, "Then what are you called?"

Su Xiaoxiao said coldly: "If you call me cousin Xueling, then call me Xiaoxiao." Although his tone was cold, his face had already revealed a flush.

Mingwen was about to speak, but the nurse brought sixty-four chopsticks into the ward.

Mingwen took the chopsticks, and after the nurse retreated to the door, he asked Su Xiaoxiao to open the window of the ward. Then he injected the true qi into the chopsticks, and then pulled out the chopsticks one by one and threw them on the ground. After that, he picked up the chopsticks that had been thrown on the ground and held them into a handful, and then pulled them out one by one and threw them on the ground, and so on three times in a row. Finally, the chopsticks returned to his hand, and he read in his mouth: "Meishan has a god Meishan arrow, and it hurts the world three times when you cross the post." Today, there is a beautiful woman whose life is endless, and the evil magic demon is present. After reading it, he poured the Qi of the Fire Dragon Neidan into the sixty-four chopsticks, and the chopsticks turned blood-red. I heard Mingwen shout softly: "Go!" stretched out his right hand, and the chopsticks shot out of the open window with blood, flying straight into the distance, disappearing from view.