When Yan Zixi heard this, she finally became anxious. His chest rose and fell, and the evil qi that had been accumulated for years finally exploded at this moment.

He glared at Song Yuanlin and shouted, "It's a big deal, I'll lose my life!" Now that Young Master Cheng is in critical condition, when Old Yan arrives, you will wait to burn incense for Young Master Cheng! ”

"Compensation? Can you afford to pay it? Song Yuanlin also roared out madly, he really couldn't figure out how Yan Zixi, who was usually low-spirited, dared to talk back to him like this, and even more thought that he was ashamed to want to heal Cheng Yicai!

Lose your marbles! Lose your marbles!

Yan Zixi must be crazy, he is a madman!

Ignoring Song Yuanlin, who was stuck in place as if he had been struck by lightning, Yan Zixi silently glanced at the Tsing Yi family next to him, and said coldly.

"If you believe me, do as I say, and I will heal your young master."

Jia Ding looked at the blazing heat and confidence in Yan Zixi's eyes, and his heart was a little moved.

"How sure are you?"

"Six or seven, if no one bother......"

Yan Zixi thought about it for a while, and still said a more conservative number.

"Okay, come on! But if anything happens to the young master, not only you, but the entire people of Miaochun Hall will die without a place to be buried! Saying that, the Tsing Yi family glanced around at everyone present, and shouted: "Everyone else get out of here!" ”

"No, no!" Song Yuanlin, who had regained his senses, wanted to stop it, but he was directly put out by the family, thrown out of the door, and then locked the door of the house with his backhand.

After everyone left, only Yan Zixi and Cheng Yicai lying on the bed were left in the house.

Yan Zixi was also a little nervous at this time, although she had obtained the inheritance of the medical Dao, she had only just comprehended the skin.

He took the needle bag from his bosom.

This needle bag was passed on to her by his adoptive father, and he originally thought that it would not be used again, but he never thought that he would use it to save people today.

Yan Zixi unfolded the needle bag, and there were hundreds of silver needles of different lengths, just by looking at it, I felt that my scalp was numb.

How to choose the right one in time among so many silver needles is also a test of the doctor's proficiency in using needles.

Flattening the needle bag on the table, Yan Zixi took a deep breath and felt a warm current surging up in the dantian.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Zixi took out the first silver needle without a moment's hesitation, and then inserted it into Cheng Yicai's heart meridian acupoint with a shake of his right hand to protect his heart vein.

Without stopping, Yan Zixi pierced twelve silver needles one after another, and the movements were smooth and smooth in one go.

If there is an old Chinese medicine doctor here, I am afraid that I will also be amazed by Yan Zixi's unique technique of crossing the acupoint with silver needles.

The last needle Yan Zixi inserted into the Tianquan acupoint.

Tianquan Acupoint, as the name suggests, means that the blood of the heart will be continuously supplied to the whole body like a mountain flowing water.

Now Cheng Yicai's heart has protected the master, but his heart beats extremely weakly, and because of excessive blood loss, he must stimulate the Tianquan acupoint to nourish the whole body.

After doing this, Yan Zixi took a breath slightly.

Even though he had obtained the inheritance of the medical path, he was a little nervous when he used it for the first time.

After resting for a while, Yan Zixi inserted eighteen silver needles into different acupuncture points on Cheng Yicai's body, and put her hand on his chest, spreading the warmth in the dantian.

Outside the room, the Tsing Yi family Ding Yifu was closed, guarding the door and not letting anyone in.

This is a big deal for Song Yuanlin.