"You believe her?" The old man looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"I don't believe it." Yan Murong shook his head. "But I believe in your medicine—your medicine, and no one can prepare an antidote except you, can I?"

"That's right." The old man nodded, stood up, and walked out the door. "Let's go, go and treat the female doll, if you are cured, you will get out of here, I will be upset when I look at it, and I will bring back a bunch of trouble once I come back."

Yan Murong chuckled, not paying attention to the old man's words at all.

Seeing Yan Murong and the old man coming in, Dong Wuyan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, immediately stood up, looking at the two of them eagerly.

"You two go out first." Yan Murong waved his hand to Su Qingwu and Dong Wuyan, and motioned for the two to go out. The old man had a habit that when he was curing his illness, he didn't allow anyone to watch from the side except himself, so Yan Murong simply let the two girls go out for a while.

When the door was closed again, the old man walked to the bed, looked at Dong Wuxian who had his eyes closed, and said to Yan Murong. "You can cure it."

"What? I got it? Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, looked at the old man and shouted. Old man, if I could cure it, I wouldn't have come so far to find you, you can't pick on someone like this. ”

"If I say you can cure it, you can cure it." The old man insisted. "Use the fourth needle to prick the brain and household acupoints."

"The fourth shot?"

"Yes, use the fourth needle to return to the sun." The old man said seriously. "This female doll is in suspended animation now, and it is best to use the fourth shot."

"No." Yan Murong said with a bitter face. "Old man, don't be kidding, okay? I could have used the fourth shot, but I didn't have enough energy to use the fourth shot at all - if it was okay elsewhere, I could have fought it, but this is the head, and if I shake my hand, she'll be an idiot. ”

Yan Murong's worries were not unreasonable.

If it were to be replaced by another disease, maybe he could use the fourth injection if he struggled to lose his strength, but the problem was that this time the situation was different, he needed to use internal qi to stimulate the cranial nerves, the cranial nerves were so fragile, if he accidentally destroyed Dong Wuxi's cranial nerves, even if she could wake up, it was estimated that she would become a fool who drooled all day long.

"I say yes, and you do." The old man still insisted, which made Yan Murong depressed and wanted to find fast tofu to die.

"I'll watch from the sidelines." The old man added.

"That's good." Yan Murong nodded, and didn't argue anymore, with the old man watching from the side, there shouldn't be anything wrong, so it's better to do it yourself.

"I say, you do." After Yan Murong helped Dong Wuxian up and sat down, the old man pulled a chair and sat down, grabbed Dong Wuxian's wrist, and said to Yan Murong. "Three-inch needle, real brain acupoint, not an inch."

"An inch?" As soon as Yan Murong was about to make a move, he immediately stopped, looked at the old man in surprise, and asked. "Old man, do you want to sink an inch into the three-inch needle? Is this okay? ”

"Do it." The old man said lightly, not giving Yan Murong any chance to argue.

When he was treating, this old man seemed to be a different person, and his words, even Yan Murong, were not allowed to be questioned.

Yan Murong pursed his lips, took out a long needle from the needle box, and after eliminating the poison, he pinched the tail of the needle with his thumb and index finger, and a piece of internal qi slowly poured into the silver needle along his fingertips.

"Buzz!"

The tip of the needle suddenly made a soft sound, trembling slightly, and at the same time, Yan Murong's hand was also raised, and it quickly pierced Dong Wuyan's brain acupoint, and the sharp silver needle immediately sank into the brain acupoint by an inch, which was exactly the same.

"Let's do it." The old man said while feeling the change in Dong Wuxi's pulse. "Control the internal qi, three shallow and one deep."

Yan Murong didn't have time to take care of the old man at this time, he pinched the tail of the needle with two fingers, and slowly poured the internal qi into the silver needle through his fingers, and at the same time, when he quickly twisted the silver needle, according to the old man's words, he began to lift the silver needle.

In less than a minute, Yan Murong's forehead began to sweat. This fourth needle is indeed too consuming of internal qi, and the place where the needle is placed is on the head, so he has to raise 120,000 points of spirit to deal with it carefully.

One minute.

Three minutes.

Five minutes--As the time prolonged, Yan Murong was already soaked with sweat, and the clothes he had just changed into became wet again, and his face began to turn pale.

"Go on." The old man glanced up at Yan Murong and said slowly. "The pulse has changed, come again."

Hearing the old man's words, Yan Murong's heart tightened, and he hurriedly adjusted his breathing, which was slightly confused due to excessive consumption, and an internal qi was poured into the silver needle again.

Suddenly, Dong Wutear's face began to change, his brows furrowed tightly, and his face looked extremely painful.

"Go on." The old man said again.

Yan Murong gritted his teeth and forcibly lifted an internal qi again, this time, his face looked even paler, his lips became without a trace of blood, and even bursts of white gas came out of his head.

Good boy, you broke through?

Seeing the white gas coming out of Yan Murong's head, the old man's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Collect the needle."

Before Yan Murong could experience the feeling after the breakthrough, he heard the old man suddenly whisper, and before he had time to think about it, the silver needle was quickly pulled out, and the pain on Dong Wuxi's face gradually disappeared with the silver needle being pulled out, and his breathing calmed down.

"Okay?" Yan Murong asked in a trembling voice.

"Alright." The old man felt Dong Wu's tearful pulse and said. "It won't be long before she wakes up."

"That's good." Yan Murong grinned, but the smile was a little reluctant. Although his internal strength broke through to the fourth layer of the ground, the consumption just now was too great, making him feel that the muscles on his face cramped when he even smiled.

"Yes, you broke through." The old man praised Yan Murong expressionlessly.

"Yes, I broke through, and I will be able to use the fourth shot in the future." Yan Murong nodded slightly, looked at the old man and said. "Please, old man."

"Say."

"Go make me something delicious, I need to make something up." Yan Murong said. "I hit a tiger when I entered the mountain, you go and carry it back and boil a pot of tiger bone soup."

"Okay." The old man nodded, it was rare that he didn't quarrel with Yan Murong.

"Well, go and come back quickly, I'll sleep for a while." Yan Murong nodded with satisfaction, rolled his eyelids, and fell crooked on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.