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After thinking about it, I could only retreat to the next best thing, drag the life of Old Man Wen first, and talk about the rest later.

"The heart, the ECG has changed, it has become straight!"

As several mournful voices were raised, the sound of crying in the ward was endless.

Wen Junxi knelt at the head of the bed, holding his grandfather's hand tightly, and hooked Old Man Wen directly. stubborn and persistent, calling out "Grandpa, wake up!".

His voice was hoarse, choked, and filled with pain.

And Old Man Wen closed his eyes tightly, did not move at all, and was silent.

Yan Wan'er's heart sank suddenly, the person had just died, and her vitality had not been completely broken, so it might be too late to rescue at this time!

Having made up her mind, Yan Wan'er carefully peeled out one of the 100,000 parts of her crescent moon power, just such a meager immortal power, for Old Man Wen, it may not be able to withstand it.

Pretending to comfort Wen Junxi, Yan Wan'er put her right hand on the overlapping hands of Wen Junxi and Old Man Wen, carefully controlled the power of the immortals, and through the meridians of Old Man Wen's hands, dozens of branches were divided, and they traveled everywhere towards the eight veins of the strange meridians in his body, dispersing all kinds of garbage, residual health products, and drug toxins, while slowly moisturizing the extremely weak viscera and meridians.

It's easy to say, but it's hard to do. In the face of an extremely weak old man, a mortal, if she is not careful, she will be self-defeating.

If it's someone else, it doesn't matter. However, thinking that the other identity of the old man in front of her was Wen Junxi's grandfather, she didn't dare to take it lightly.

Although the consumption of immortal spiritual power is negligible, the loss of divine consciousness is huge, because it is necessary to control dozens of immortal spiritual power to treat in Old Man Wen's body at the same time, whether it is speed, strength, or wandering route, it is necessary to take a good measure and not make any mistakes.

Three or five minutes later, Yan Wan'er's white and delicate face had already secreted beads of fragrant sweat, dripping down her smooth skin, and some even fell onto her long eyelashes.

At this critical moment of treatment, Yan Wan'er didn't dare to reach out to wipe her sweat at all, so she could only let Mi Khan cover her eyes.

Fortunately, at this time, she relied on her divine sense, otherwise, she would have made a big mess.

Ten minutes later, Yan Wan'er's ruddy face began to turn pale, and the sweat that had been covering her eyelids began to fall down like silver beads with broken threads, and after a while, the futon was dripping.

At this time, the Wen family was worrying about the old man Wen, bowing their heads and crying bitterly.

No one paid attention to Yan Wan'er's strange appearance as an outsider. When someone saw that the mattress was wet, it was only Wen Junxi's tears.

It took fifteen minutes to hurriedly comb through Old Man Wen's body, and he felt a feeling of pain coming from his sea of consciousness. Yan Wan'er no longer hesitated, and directly stayed in Old Man Wen's body, and the remaining immortal power was forced to the brain meridians.

This is the most mysterious vault of the human body, where many human potentials are ambushed, waiting to be stimulated. It's a pity that in the mortal realm, the brain is only used by three or four percent.

Here, there is also a deadly danger lurking, if you are not careful, you will hurt a fragile cranial nerve, even if you save Old Man Wen, you are likely to become crazy or an idiot.

Enduring the severe pain, he separated the nearly half-divine consciousness in the sea and flew towards the head of Old Man Wen.

The entire brain was only the size of a few fists, but it took Yan Wan'er a full twenty minutes to complete it roughly.

It's just that Yan Wan'er looked at Old Man Wen who was lying upright and still showed no signs of survival.

Uh, it didn't work?

Sure enough, it was too late.

Retracting her consciousness, Yan Wan'er only felt a dull pain coming, a flower in front of her eyes, a stumbling, and she fainted on the side of the bed.

"Wan'er, Wan'er, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as Wen Junxi entered the door, all his thoughts fell on his grandfather.

Even Yan Wan'er was beside him, he didn't know at a loss, let alone pay attention to what Yan Wan'er did.

It was only at this time that Wen Junxi noticed that the mattress in his hand was already half wet, and Wan'er's face, which was as white as paper, still had crystal tears.

Wan'er?Yan Wan'er?

Wen Junxi's exclamation shocked everyone in the Wen family, and they forgot to cry for a while.

What is this woman running to do!

For Yan Wan'er's 'famous name', it can be said that passers-by know it.

It's just that all along, I have only heard of his name, but I have not seen his person.

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