"Then you can open your eyes and see clearly!"

Su Ling's tone was very strong, and his domineering spirit was exposed.

After speaking, he picked up a pair of scissors on the medical table and cut the hospital gown on Duanmu Qingtian's chest.

Duanmu Qingtian is a cultivator, his body has been nourished by spiritual power all year round, don't look at him is sixty or seventy years old, but his skin still looks like a middle-aged person, there is no shriveling, and even the wrinkles are surprisingly rare.

At this time, in Duanmu Qingtian's heart, a jet-black bruise was particularly conspicuous under the skin.

That's where the symptoms lie!

If you want to save Duanmu Qingtian, you must first expel the eight-legged spider attached to his heart, and then slowly remove the toxins from his body.

Now that the treatment plan has been formulated, Su Ling directly waved his right hand, accompanied by a white light shining, only to see a rectangular white jade box appear in his hand.

This white jade box is about forty or fifty centimeters long and ten centimeters high, and the whole box is crystal clear, exuding a burst of cold air.

Su Ling was carrying a yellowed white backpack all over his body, and he couldn't hold such a large white jade box at all, so how did this white jade box suddenly appear in his hand?

Seeing this, Quan Yuanlong laughed contemptuously: "Hmph! Healing is not magic? ”

The rest of the people were also in doubt, but when they heard this, they nodded their heads in understanding.

This is true of all people in the world, and what is often difficult to understand can be explained by the simplest things.

Since it can't be explained that this white jade box will suddenly appear in Su Ling's hands, as long as the word 'magic' is used, it is easy to understand.

However, Duanmu Xue knew very well that Su Ling was not doing some kind of magic.

As a cultivator, Duanmu Xue had heard that there was a treasure called the 'Space Magic Weapon' in their cultivation world.

The so-called space magic weapon is that the interior of a certain object becomes a space of its own, in which all kinds of things can be stored.

According to the cultivation level of the cultivators who refine the space magic weapon, the space of the space magic weapon is large and small, the small space magic weapon is only one or two squares, the medium space magic weapon may be as big as a house, and the large space magic weapon can even hold the entire earth.

Some cultivators refine this spatial magic weapon into belts, some into bracelets, and others into rings.

Duanmu Xue saw that Su Ling's right middle finger was wearing a small black ring.

There is no doubt that the entire small black ring is Su Ling's space magic weapon, also known as the space ring.

And the white jade box in Su Ling's hand must have been summoned by Su Ling from the space ring.

The space magic weapon is quite difficult to refine, there are many processes, and it is extremely rare in the entire cultivation world, I never expected that Su Ling would actually have a space ring.

It seems that it can also be seen from this that Su Ling is not simple.

Duanmu Xue did not break and continued to watch.

Su Ling ignored Quan Yuanlong, but placed the white jade box on the edge of the bed, and then gently opened the lid.

"Whew-"

In the jade box, there is not only a cold smell, but also a fresh fragrance.

If there is someone who knows the goods, he will definitely be able to smell that this fragrance is the fragrance emitted by some kind of elixir.

It's just that what lies in this jade box is not any elixir, but rows of silver needles, at least fifty or sixty, exuding dazzling light.

These silver needles are large and small, long and short, the big silver needles are as thick as fingers, and the small silver needles are thinner than hair, and the fragrance of Fang Cai is emanating from these silver needles.

Only Su Ling himself knew that these silver needles had been soaked in spiritual energy and elixir for a long time, and they had already been contaminated with spiritual power and elixir aura.

Su Ling didn't raise his head, and seriously took out a silver needle about ten centimeters long, but as thin as a hair.

When everyone was still unclear about what he was going to do, Su Ling made a lightning shot and stabbed Duanmu Qingtian in the chest with a needle, straight to the end of the needle.

The first shot was successfully administered, followed by the second and third shots...... There are a total of thirteen roots, all of which are rooted in the heart of Duanmu Qingtian, in an oval shape.

Others may think that Su Ling is just doing the simplest acupuncture, but only Su Ling himself knows that his thirteen silver needles not only protect Duanmu Qingtian's heart, but also cut off the eight-legged spider's path to other places, trapping the eight-legged spider in its place, unable to move.

After doing this, Su Ling exhaled a long breath, raised his head and glanced around, as if he was looking for something.

Maybe he didn't find it, Su Ling looked up at Quan Yuanlong in the distance, and showed a smile: "Quan Lao, please lend me a scalpel?"

Today, Quan Yuanlong wanted to see how Su Ling treated people, and he also wanted to see what happened after Su Ling lost the bet, so he immediately waved his hand: "Come on, give him the scalpel!"

A young doctor in a white coat hurriedly ran to the sterilization cabinet, took out a set of surgical equipment, and brought it to Su Ling.

"Thank you. ”

After Su Ling thanked the young doctor, he selected a scalpel about ten centimeters long from the entire set of surgical equipment, pressed the black part of Duanmu Qingtian's heart with one hand, and raised the scalpel with the other hand and cut it with one knife.

"Poof!"

With a soft sound, Duanmu Qingtian's skin was cut like tofu with a small cut of two or three centimeters long, and a stream of dark red blood instantly gushed out of the wound.

There is a problem with this blood at first glance, the blood of ordinary people is bright red and full of vitality, but Duanmu Qingtian's blood is dark red, and even mixed with black, lifeless, and there is no vitality in sight.

And these phenomena seemed to have been expected by Su Ling for a long time, he didn't care about so much, but found a roll of gauze and wiped the blood clean.

Then, in front of everyone, Su Ling cut his left index finger with a scalpel, and put his index finger on Duanmu Qingtian's wound, and suddenly, a stream of fresh and vibrant blood flowed outside the wound.

This was Su Ling's plan.

Generally speaking, poisonous Gu evil insects like some clean blood, and Su Ling's blood is not only fresh, but also carries spiritual power aura, which is more in line with the taste of poisonous Gu evil insects.

Su Ling cut his index finger in the hope that the fresh blood he released would attract the eight-legged spider attached to Duanmu Qingtian's heart.

Of course, if this plan fails, Su Ling has another way.

It's just that today's method is the simplest and most straightforward way.