What was the true intention of the Dragon King, and what kind of relationship did he have with Ling Yunxiao, Qin Yan had no time to scruple at this time. Now he cares more about Ye Zhengrong's safety.

Hurriedly leaving the Changsheng Building, Qin Yan stopped a taxi and went straight home. There was no danger along the way, and I believe that under the strength of the Dragon King, Ling Yunxiao did not dare to make any unscrupulous moves. This seemingly calm dinner is also another way of Hongmen banquet, and the undercurrent is surging.

When he got home, Qin Yan pushed open the door and saw Xue Bing sitting on the sofa in the living room. Seeing Qin Yan, Xue Bing hurriedly got up.

"What about Zhengrong?" Qin Yan asked impatiently.

"In the room. Xue Bing said.

"Good work!" Qin Yan said as he walked inside.

In the room, Ye Zhengrong was lying on the hospital bed, the scars on his face had not yet fully recovered, and his head was also wrapped in gauze. Seeing Ye Zhengrong like this, Qin Yan's heart was very uncomfortable, and a chill burst out of his eyes. All of this is a sin created by Ling Yunxiao, otherwise, how could Ye Zhengrong be like this?

Qin Yan's heart was also full of remorse and self-blame, if he hadn't let him take over Xuanwu's position in the first place, how could Ye Zhengrong become like this? In the end, he still hurt him. If he hadn't taken over the punishment of heaven, he might be living his life freely now.

The doctor said that the chances of him waking up were very slim, but there are cases in the history of medicine where people in a vegetative state have woken up. So, let's talk to him more and talk about his past, maybe it can stimulate his nerves and wake him up. Xue Bing said.

Qin Yan frowned deeply, and he was very contemptuous of those doctors' ambiguous words, what did he rely on the patient's own willpower? If this is the case, what else do you want the doctor to do? Taking a deep breath, Qin Yan pressed back the chaotic and complicated emotions in his heart, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Stretched out his hand to take his pulse, squinted his eyes slightly, and listened carefully to Ye Zhengrong's pulse.

Xue Bing didn't dare to speak, and stood quietly aside. The art of Tianmen inherited for thousands of years is extraordinary, and Hua Tuo, Yao Wang, and Bian Que in ancient times were all people in Tianmen, so they also inherited very strong art. From generation to generation, until now, although there has been a lot of loss due to the talent of each generation of Tianmen's masters, it is also much better than many Chinese medicine practitioners today.

"How has the matter of the father and daughter who sent Zhengrong to the hospital been handled?" Qin Yan asked.

"I gave them money, but they refused. Because he was in a hurry to bring Xuanwu back, he didn't stay for a long time and let others deal with this matter. Xue Bing said.

"Oh, don't forget to repay the favor, there are too few people like this now. No matter what, it was they who saved Zhengrong's life, and we can't forget this kindness. Since they don't want money, repay them in other ways. Qin Yan was stunned for a moment, his heart full of emotion.

In today's impetuous society, many people even do not hesitate to kill each other for the sake of financial interests, and fathers and sons turn against each other. But there are people like the father and daughter, who do not forget to repay their kindness, there are too few such people, and they are too precious.

"I'll tell them to take care of this. Before leaving, the girl asked me if I could come over to see Xuanwu when I had time, and I could see that the girl was very kind. Xue Bing said.

"Hmm!" Qin Yan nodded and said, "Zheng Rong's situation is not that serious, it's just that his body protects itself, so he is unconscious now." Go into my room and bring me my silver needle, and in the bedside table, and I'll give him the needle now. ”

Xue Bing answered, and hurriedly went to Qin Yan's room to get a silver needle.

"You go out first. Qin Yan said.

Xue Bing nodded, exited the bedroom, and closed the door with his hand.

Ye Zhengrong's condition was not as serious as the doctor said, nor was it as cruel as he imagined, which made Qin Yan's heart breathe a sigh of relief. The old guy Mo Li once taught Ye Zhengrong kung fu, and what Qin Yan remembered most clearly was a divine skill called turtle breath gong, once he encountered a huge blow, Ye Zhengrong would enter the state of turtle breath, and then his body repaired the injuries in his body by himself.

Ye Zhengrong's internal organs were all hit hard, because the turtle breath skill he had cultivated worked on its own, so that Ye Zhengrong fell into a severe coma, and on the surface it looked no different from a vegetative person. It's just that being able to injure Ye Zhengrong so badly shows that the person who hit Ye Zhengrong so hard is quite skilled. Who could it be?

Stripping Ye Zhengrong's clothes, he saw a purple-black palm print on his chest, and Qin Yan was shocked. This is an extremely difficult kung fu to cultivate, and its power is terrifying. Once hit by the hand of great compassion, the internal organs in the body will slowly shatter inch by inch and die.

If it weren't for Ye Zhengrong's cultivation of the Turtle Breath Gong and his ability to maintain his vitality, I'm afraid he would have died a long time ago, right? Who would have such a powerful kung fu? In the rivers and lakes, this kung fu has long been lost. If Ling Yunxiao really practiced such kung fu, it really couldn't be ignored. He was really a hidden person, and Qin Yan didn't realize that he had such skills just now.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Yan stabilized his mind, and the silver needle slowly fell, piercing into the middle of the body. Immediately afterwards, one after another, the time and interval of each silver needle falling were exactly the same, and the action was getting faster and faster. This can no longer be regarded as a medical skill, but an art. In the blink of an eye, thirty-six silver needles pierced into Ye Zhengrong's thirty-six big acupoints, and the Tiangang acupuncture method, combined with Qin Yan's nameless true qi, the effect was extraordinary.

The difficulty in the treatment of Ye Zhengrong is not only to wake him up, but to still stabilize his injuries with internal strength while rescuing him, so as not to let the heavy blow of Dabei's hand fall and let Ye Zhengrong die. If it doesn't, it will hurt him. After all, it was only a matter of time before Ye Zhengrong's Turtle Breath Gong could sustain his life and slowly repair his wounds.

After the needle was applied, Qin Yan was sweating profusely and his body was weak. The nameless true qi was overdrawn, and Qin Yan sat down on the ground dejectedly, gasping for air.

"Xue Bing, Xue Bing!" Qin Yan shouted weakly.

Xue Bing, who had been waiting outside the door, heard Qin Yan's shout, and hurriedly pushed the door and walked in. Seeing Qin Yan's tired appearance, he hurriedly stepped forward to support him and asked with concern, "Door Master, are you okay?"

"It's okay, the power is seriously depleted, just rest for a while, help me out." Qin Yan was also weak when he spoke, which showed that the treatment just now really made him exhausted.

Xue Bing helped Qin Yan to lie down on the sofa in the living room, and said softly: "You lie down for a while, and I'll pour you a glass of water." ”