Seeing that the immortal qi was effective, Wang Rong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and the immortal qi seemed to be continuously supplied to the past without money, and under the effect of the immortal qi, the hollow of Meng Xiaoyang's lungs was repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wang Rong's face was sweating more and more, and his face was getting paler and paler, at the beginning, he was able to stand beside Meng Xiaoyang's bed, but later he could only sit on the chair, and in the end he didn't even have the strength to straighten his head, so he could only put his head on the bed and gently lean on Meng Xiaoyang's side, even if he was tired like this, the fairy energy in his hands did not decrease at all.

Meng Xiaoyang's lungs are getting smaller and smaller, and Wang Rong's spirit is getting more and more extreme, and later, Wang Rong's head is already blurry, but he is insisting on him with a will, so he doesn't give up.

Feeling that he was about to fall into a coma, Wang Rong bit his lip fiercely, and the blood stains immediately covered his white teeth, and the severe pain made him recover a little bit, and he forced himself to "look" at Meng Xiaoyang's lungs along the fairy qi, only to see that the original thumb-like hole had disappeared, replaced by a cavity the size of a toothpick.

Wang Rong was shocked and bit his lip again. With a little clear feeling brought by the severe pain, Wang Rong violently increased the input of immortal qi, and the hole in Meng Xiaoyang's lungs finally disappeared, and finally all the damaged places were healed, except for the countless black blood around to prove that the wound once existed, the other places were intact.

Without the blood spilling from the broken wound, Meng Xiaoyang's condition has been stabilized, and the next thing is how to extract the blood from the existing lungs, Wang Rong believes that with Mao's ability to neutralize, this problem is not difficult for him, Meng Xiaoyang's condition is finally stable, Wang Rong showed a smile on his face, his spirit suddenly relaxed, his head was blurry, and he fell asleep with peace of mind.

Mao Zhonghe was curious in his heart what the chairman wanted to do in it, could there really be a god to help him? Thinking about himself, he laughed first, how is this possible, not to mention that it is now my rabbit's world, he doesn't believe in or promote these things at all, even he himself has never believed in this, if there were really immortals, they would have been laid off a long time ago.

But faintly he had a feeling, a feeling that even he didn't want to, maybe the chairman really had a way, he couldn't figure out what the chairman could do, Mao Zhonghe simply sat at the door and waited for Wang Rong to come out.

What I didn't expect was that I waited for most of the night, Mao Zhonghe didn't sleep last night, and he took time to rest for two hours in the afternoon, so he couldn't meet his rest time at all, and he sat at the door and kept napping, and at twelve o'clock in the evening, seeing that Wang Rong's door had not yet opened, he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "What the hell is this kid doing." In front of the profession, he no longer regards Wang Rong as the chairman, but calls him a brat.

couldn't stand it anymore, Mao Zhonghe could only ask someone to carry a sofa over, and then took two quilts, and he slept directly at the door.

This is also Mao Zhonghe's consideration for Wang Rong, you must know that no matter what surgery you do, the most taboo thing is noise and sudden interruption, which may cause the main knife's hand to be unstable, then it will be good-looking, and if he is guarding at the door, no one dares to disturb them.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to subconsciously look at the door of the ward, and saw that the door was still locked, Mao Zhonghe breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the nurse with some medicines standing in front of him, until they were going to change the medicine for the patients inside, Mao Zhonghe thought about it, or stopped them, and asked them to wait first, now they don't know what it looks like inside, the inside is locked, and they can't get in at all.

This time for Wang Rong's loss can not be said to be small, when he woke up leisurely, he only felt that his head was confused, and his whole body seemed to fall apart, after checking his dantian, the bitterness on Wang Rong's face was even worse, and the immortal qi in the dantian was already thin like the mist of the sun, if there was nothing.

Stretched out his tongue and licked his dry lips, pulling the wound on his lips, Wang Rong, who was in pain, grinned. Not only that, but as if his throat was on fire, Wang Rong propped his hands on the bed, trying to find some water to drink, and looked around the entire room without finding where the water cup was.

Why didn't anyone come in? Wang Rong wondered in his heart, his eyes fell on the door not far away, and Wang Rong remembered that he had locked the door before he fainted to prevent others from coming in.

I don't know what time it is, Wang Rong muttered, wanting to get up and open the door, what used to be easy for him is now as difficult as climbing Shu Mountain.

He stood up with his hands propped up on the chair, leaned against the wall and moved his heavy legs with difficulty, and slowly walked towards the door.

It was only three or four meters from the front of the bed to the door, Wang Rong was stunned for more than ten minutes before he walked to the door, under the domination of willpower, he stretched out his hand to open the door lock, and no longer had the strength to open the door, and with a whoosh, he slid weakly to the ground.

This kid has been in there for a day and a night, could something happen?" Mao Zhonghe looked at the door a little worriedly, and at this time he wanted to kick the door open to see what was going on inside.

He is a doctor himself, and if he wants to kick the door open, it doesn't matter how loud the sound will be, but for the doctor, it may lead to failure.

Just when he couldn't help but call someone to come and tear down the door, there was finally a click inside, Mao Zhonghe was in good spirits, this was the sound of opening the door lock, straightened his clothes, and stood at the door waiting for the person inside to open the door.

is like setting off a firecracker but suddenly extinguishing the fire, Mao Zhonghe is in such a mood at this time, he obviously heard the door lock ringing, but the door was not opened, what is this kid doing. Mao Zhonghe grabbed the doorknob and pressed it down, and then pushed it forward, and unexpectedly, the door was opened.

Mao Zhonghe hesitated for a while, and finally walked in, first glanced at the house, his brows furrowed, at this time only the patient he had treated before in the house was still lying on the bed, and no one else was found at all.

Could it be that something is going on? Mao Zhonghe's face changed, and if something happened to the chairman, it would be fine. Hurriedly let go of the doorknob and stretched out his legs to move forward.

ps: Before you know it, it's the hundredth chapter, and there are 210,000 words, should you collect it?