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Under the persuasion of the family, Grandpa Wang finally did not agree to Meng Xiaoxian's request, and he sighed softly as he watched Meng Xiaoxian's heavy steps walk out. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The middle-aged woman showed a smile as if she had won the war, like a peacock that had won a battle, her eyes were slightly raised, and she slanted to watch Meng Xiaoxian leave step by step......

Meng Xiaoxian walked out, but she naturally would not be willing to walk out of this room aggrieved like this, because she knew that if she left, then Wang Yiheng's life would be short.

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, hearing, and inquiring, and Meng Xiaoxian has the medical experience of several ancient medical saints, so it can naturally be seen that Wang Yiheng is about to be terminally ill.

He was first stabbed in the back, the wound was infected, and he was kicked several times by the long-haired youth to vent his anger, plus he was bumpy in the car for a whole day, and he didn't get a drop of water. Rao is Meng Xiaoxian's body is almost unbearable after being strengthened for the first time in the history books of the earth, let alone Wang Yiheng, who is still in the range of normal people?

This is because his physique is stronger than ordinary people, so he has survived until now, otherwise if so many fatal factors continue, he would have died a long time ago.

So, Meng Xiaoxian can't go!

So, Meng Xiaoxian took advantage of the fact that the three people in the room didn't pay attention, she turned around, came to Grandpa Wang's back, and slashed at the back of the neck, and Grandpa Wang fainted softly.

"You ......"

Before the middle-aged man's voice fell, before he could say the next words, he instantly felt a numbness in the back of his neck, his head spun around, and he fainted to the ground.

"Little slut! What are you doing?! I called the police...... Belch! The middle-aged woman's voice was a little loud, looking at Meng Xiaoxian's actions, she glanced at the two people who fell to the ground, as if they had been struck by lightning, they couldn't move, and they could only rely on a mouth to strengthen themselves.

In the end, of course, she was also knocked unconscious by Meng Xiaoxian, because of the middle-aged woman's disrespectful words to herself, Meng Xiaoxian started a little more force, at least it was necessary to wake up and be sore for several hours.

The room finally fell silent, save for the faint ticking sound coming from the instruments......

Meng Xiaoxian hurried up, took out the eight soul rejuvenation needles from his bag, and untied the thick twine set on it.

She didn't know when the paramedic or anyone else would come in, but she was pressed for time.

The instruments that maintain and monitor Wang Yiheng's physical condition were turned off one by one, leaving only the ventilator and the hanging bottle in the infusion. Meng Xiaoxian ninja was shy and gently took off the hospital gown on Wang Yiheng's body, for fear of touching the wound on Wang Yiheng's body.

At this time, Meng Xiaoxian saw Wang Yiheng's toned figure and angular cheeks, a layer of blush gradually rose on her face, a pair of big eyes blinked, and she swallowed deeply, allowing herself to slowly calm down.

Eight silver needles that flashed with a long cold glow were sandwiched between the fingers of Meng Xiaoxian's hands, at this time her brain was extremely calm, the noise around her was automatically filtered out, her eyes flashed, and Meng Xiaoxian took the needle......

She slowly twisted the silver needles into Wang Yiheng's body like this, a pair of plain hands did not tremble in the whole process, her face was terrifyingly calm, and even the whole person faintly exuded a cold and wise light, if someone was there, there was no doubt that she would definitely be intimidated by this temperament.

That's the pride of the medical saint! The authority of the healer cannot be questioned.

After eight stitches, Meng Xiaoxian was weak for a while, because it was the first time to use it, Meng Xiaoxian was not at ease, so he used the ability.

When using the ability, Meng Xiaoxian's concentration was significantly improved by a notch, and a pair of eyes could see through, making it easier to find the crux of the problem.

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In order to promote the curative effect, Meng Xiaoxian tried to use the "Peerless Body" Imperial Qi, and a faint air flow that was invisible to the naked eye gradually rose in her palm.

Bai Shengsheng's hand brushed over the eight silver needles, and all those silver needles trembled in unison, and with Meng Xiaoxian's transformed hearing, he could faintly hear the buzzing sound.

The luster of the eight silver needles seemed to have dimmed a little, and Meng Xiaoxian felt that the medicinal power had begun to work in Wang Yiheng's body.

In this way, Meng Xiaoxian slowly waited for the curative effect of the silver needle to play.

After about a few minutes, Meng Xiaoxian found that Wang Yiheng's complexion began to slowly turn red, gradually increasing the rate of breathing, and his face was also bruised.

So, Meng Xiaoxian took off his ventilator, and she found that the corners of Wang Yiheng's mouth began to bleed, it was the kind of purple-red bruises, and Meng Xiaoxian knew that she had succeeded.

Let himself sit upright at the head of the bed, Meng Xiaoxian slowly helped Wang Yiheng up, let him lean on himself, stretched out his hand and patted Wang Yiheng's back gently, Wang Yiheng instantly spit out a mouthful of purple-red blood clots.

When the blood clot was spit out, Wang Yiheng's face finally began to recover, and it slowly began to turn pale from ruddy again.

Meng Xiaoxian smiled, after using the ability, her head was still a little dizzy, she slowly pulled out the silver needles on Wang Yiheng's body and put them back in her bag. picked up a white cloth next to the bed, went to the bathroom to wash it, returned to the bedside, and helped Wang Yiheng wipe off the blood stains on his head and neck.

At this time, Wang Yiheng slowly opened his eyes, as if he was still a little unaccustomed to the slightly dazzling sunlight, he subconsciously squinted his eyes, wanting to raise his hand to cover the morning light shining on his cheeks......

"Don't move ......"

Meng Xiaoxian pressed the hand he wanted to raise and said, "You still have a hanging bottle on your arm, don't move." ”

"Blind, light." Wang Yiheng's voice was very weak.

"You lie down, I'll cover it for you."

Meng Xiaoxian said with a wry smile, raising her left hand to cover Wang Yiheng's eyes, about five centimeters away from his eyes. She didn't dare to lift it higher, because she was afraid that Wang Yiheng would look at her relatives and see her relatives who fell to the ground.

"Thank you, Xiaoxian, you are so good to me." Wang Yiheng was lying on the bed, with Meng Xiaoxian sitting next to him, he was slightly panicked, as if a timed bomb was buried beside him. Bullet, cramped and uneasy, it's not good to turn his face, it's not appropriate not to fall through the past, and he doesn't have the strength to sit up, so he can only close his eyes again......

He smelled the fragrant fragrance from Meng Xiaoxian beside him, and gradually became a little intoxicated, and if he looked closely, Wang Yiheng's face seemed to be a little red.

Due to embarrassment and restraint, the two didn't even say a word at the moment, and Qi Qi became mute.

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"You rest." Meng Xiaoxian really didn't know what to say, and finally squeezed out four words after holding back for a long time.

"Good...... Not!!! Wang Yiheng responded, at this time, he began to realize that something was wrong with him, his consciousness began to blur, and while he was not completely unconscious, he said the last sentence......

"Poison. products, poisons. The addiction has flare-up...... Xiaoxian, ah! It's uncomfortable. When Wang Yiheng said this, he felt that countless ants were gnawing at him, and he hugged Meng Xiaoxian beside him tightly in pain. Then he grunted and fainted......