Suddenly, Li Jiancheng's heart was shocked, his expression became heavier, and he looked at Mr. Miaochun with bated breath, as if he was looking forward to her words.

"Wang Jue's body is ravaged by cold poison, and his heart is disordered, if he is sent a day late, even if Bian Que is reborn, he will not have the skills to return to heaven."

Li Jiancheng said anxiously: "Sir, you must save Wang Qi." ”

"It is the duty of the doctor to save the life and help the wounded, Yun'er and I have already sealed the eight veins of Wang Jue's strange meridians with silver needles to temporarily control the spread of cold poison."

"However, Wang Qi has been eroded by cold poison for a long time, and if he doesn't completely remove the cold poison from his body, I am afraid that there will be endless troubles in the future."

Seeing that Li Jiancheng was anxious, Sima Jiu immediately politely asked Mr. Miaochun: "Sir, how can I get rid of the cold poison in Wang Qi's body." ”

"Controlling the spread of cold poison is only the first step, next, you need to weaken the cold poison in his body, and finally, you need a miracle medicine to force out all the cold poison in his body."

"Miracle medicine? Sir, what kind of miracle medicine is needed? Sima Jiu asked.

"Wang Qi has been eroded by cold poison, and according to his situation, I still need to consult the relevant scriptures before I can prescribe the right medicine. As a matter of urgency, you need to go to the Medicine King Valley to find a herb and come back to weaken the cold poison in his body. ”

Li Jiancheng hurriedly asked, "What kind of herbs do you need to find?" I hope that Mr. will advise. ”

"I have already told Yun'er that after I diagnose another girl, you and Yun'er will go to the Medicine King Valley together."

Mr. Miaochun's words have come to this point, and Li Jiancheng should not ask more, he bowed down and thanked: "Thank you, sir." ”

Mr. Miaochun bowed slightly, and in an instant, she walked towards an adjacent wooden house under the guidance of Nalan Lingyun.

Sima Jiu patted Li Jiancheng's shoulder and comforted, "Don't worry, Brother Wang Qi will definitely be fine." ”

"Uh-huh!"

In Tianchi Medical Village, although there are many people coming and going, there is not much hustle and bustle.

Outside a wooden house with the number ninety-six engraved on the wooden board, Sima Jiu stared at the wooden door with a solemn expression, silently waiting.

Previously, not long after Mr. Miaochun and Nalan Lingyun entered the house, Sima Jiu stood at the door with a blank expression like a wood carved clay sculpture.

"Brother Jiancheng, when did the ninth brother become so quiet!" Feng Li joked to Li Jiancheng.

Li Jiancheng was still frowning, but he didn't stretch, he replied lightly: "The girl in the house who is in a coma is his own sister, who has been unconscious, and if it were you, it would be the same." ”

"Mm-hmm, that's true."

"It seems that Brother Nine really cares about his sister." Feng Li added.

"Qingqing Jing Ke: I'm curious, what's so beautiful about this wooden door? The leader of the group actually kept an eye on it. ”

"Yuquan old man Yelu Chucai; Same question. ”

"General Wang Meng: Although the strength of the group leader is not good, General Ben can see that he is a person who values love and righteousness, and the brother-sister relationship between him and Sima Ruohua, you and me, I am afraid it is difficult to understand."

"Sword Saint Pei Min: There are a few people in flesh and blood, she is the only one in this life, and the group leader is such a relative as Sima Ruohua, which is also strange and pitiful."

"Mr. Wuliu Tao Yuanming: Let's stop talking about such sensational topics!"

"Qingqing Jing Ke: Good proposal, why don't I tell you the story of the assassination of the King of Qin?"

"Yuquan old man Yelu Chucai: You have left your name in history, so don't talk about it."

"Qingqing Jing Ke: How about telling me about my chivalrous deeds?"

"Mr. Wuliu Tao Yuanming: Get out."

.....

Time seems to pass very slowly, so slow that everyone is worried, especially Sima Jiu, although he is calm as water on the outside, he is sad as a flood in his heart.

Finally, half an hour later, the wooden door slowly opened.

Sima Jiu hurriedly greeted him and asked anxiously, "How is my sister?" ”

"I've woken up, it's just that she's a little weak and needs to recuperate, and I'll arrange to send some decoction over later to replenish her body."

When Sima Jiu heard the news, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly said gratefully: "Thank you, sir, for saving your life, you will never forget it." ”

"Just ......"

Suddenly, Sima Jiu's expression froze, and he looked at Mr. Miaochun inexplicably.

"Your sister's body is special."

"Physically special? What do you mean, sir. I hope to give me advice. ”

Mr. Miaochun said: "Your sister was born with a crippled marrow. ”

"Born with a marrow?"

"Originally, I was also suspicious, but the marrow is a strange disease that has not been encountered in a century, and I have only seen such cases in ancient books. But after repeated diagnoses, I concluded that she was born with a residual medulla. ”

The word born with mutilation, Sima Jiu has never heard of, as the name suggests, it should be bone marrow or blood marrow or some other marrow mutilation.

But what kind of illness is born with mutilation, Sima Jiu really doesn't know.

"Group leader Sima Jiu: Guys, do you know if you are born with a residual marrow?"

"Qingqing Jing Ke: I was at a loss."

"General Wang Meng: +1 with a blank face."

"Yuquan old man Yelu Chucai: I don't know if I have a shallow learning in the next place."

"Sword Saint Pei Min: I'm just a swordsman, don't ask me."

"Mr. Wuliu Tao Yuanming: In the next ...... I don't know why. ”

"Group leader Sima Jiu: Forget it, I'll still ask Mr. Miaochun."

"Sir, what is a natural marrow?"

"Sima Ruohua's pulse is stable, but there is a period that is slightly different from ordinary people, sometimes it is like a trickle of gentle and gentle, sometimes it is like a rushing river, it changes very quickly, it is lost in an instant, and ordinary people with shallow medical skills cannot diagnose it at all."

"It sounds like it's just a faint pulse change, so it shouldn't be too harmful, right?" Sima Jiu asked with luck.

"A slight loss, a thousand miles, a slight change, can also lead to serious injury, listen to Yun'er, your sister was not hurt, but she was in a coma due to excessive grief. However, she was in a coma for several days and did not wake up, presumably due to the fact that she was born with a mutilation. ”

"Born with a mutilated marrow can seriously affect the patient's spirit, if left unattended, your sister may ...... Can't live the year of peach and plum. ”

"In the year of peach and plum, is that twenty years old?" Sima Jiu's heart was shocked, he swallowed his saliva deeply, his eyes widened, and he looked at Mr. Miaochun incredulously.

Seeing this, Li Jiancheng immediately reached out and patted Sima Jiu's shoulder, as if to comfort Sima Jiu, and immediately, Li Jiancheng asked: "Mr. Miaochun, what is the cure for the natural residual marrow?" ”

Mr. Miaochun turned his back to the crowd, and after thinking for a long time, he turned around and said, "There is a way. It's just that that method is too risky. ”

When Sima Jiu heard this, he raised his head and looked at Mr. Miaochun expectantly.

As long as there is a cure, no matter how risky it is, there is still hope.

Mr. Miaochun said: "The natural marrow is not encountered in a hundred years, and the extraordinary disease must be used in extraordinary ways." ”

Sima Jiu hurriedly asked, "What is the extraordinary method?" ”

"Blood!"

"Transfusion?"

"The marrow is a strange case caused by abnormal blood vessels, and I have seen a method of exchange blood in ancient books, which requires all the blood in the patient's body to be replaced with the blood of a loved one, so that it can work."

"In that case, Mr. Myoharu, then I would like you to exchange my blood for my sister's blood. He was my sister, my dearest sister. As he spoke, Sima Jiu couldn't wait to roll up his sleeves.

In his previous life, Sima Jiu would donate blood every once in a while, and gradually, he had become quite proficient in the action of pulling blood from his sleeves, and it could even be said that that action had become a part of his subconscious.

Mr. Myoharu flatly denied, "No! ”