Qin Feiyang looked at his parents who were crying silently but couldn't do anything, and his heart was wrenching!

No matter how painful it is, you have to pretend that it doesn't hurt to comfort your parents, but the pain in your body is like a wave in the sea, rolling wave after wave, wave after wave!

If it is death, then die early, after death, it will be a hundred hundred, no longer think about troublesome things, and no longer have to endure the pain of hell!

Clenching his teeth, blood oozed from his teeth, but the pain did not diminish in the slightest, and the sweat on his forehead and face soaked the pillow and blurred his eyes.

Uncomfortable!

For no reason, Qin Feiyang suddenly remembered the Changchun True Formula, almost without thinking, gritted his teeth, turned the pain in his body into thoughts in his mind, and then ran along the True Recipe method.

Once, twice, three times.

It seems that the pain is consumed, weakened.

I don't know if it's because of the mentality, or if it's really effective, the pain really slowly weakens, until I fall asleep.

After waking up again, it was already noon the next day, and after waking up, he only felt that his physical condition was worse than before, but his mind seemed to be clearer than before, thinking about the situation yesterday, Qin Feiyang subconsciously practiced the Changchun True Technique again.

It's strange to say, this Changchun recipe does have the effect of reducing pain, but it is only to reduce pain, hemoptysis is still the same, but the body is not as painful as before.

It was precisely because he could relieve pain and reduce torture that Qin Feiyang simply lay on the bed and closed his eyes to practice this mantra, which was only regarded as a free analgesic taken before he died.

On the third day of going home, my sister Qin Li rushed back, and when she saw her brother lying half-dead on the bed, tears fell like rain!

It's just that at this point, Qin Feiyang is a doctor again, and it doesn't matter if he says anything comforting.

But Qin Li has been protected and watched by Qin Feiyang since she was a child, the eldest brother is like a father, and that kind of affection is far deeper than that of ordinary brothers and sisters.

But what about before fate?

Qin Li was also powerless, just asked her brother what she wanted to eat and what she wanted to do, and just wanted to fulfill all her brother's wishes.

But this disease is that you can't eat any food, and at this point, it's unattainable to go anywhere.

Qin Feiyang comforted his parents and sister with relief, and kept practicing the Changchun True Technique in order to relieve the pain.

It's just that no matter how much you practice, no matter how familiar you are, you still can't practice that true qi, and you can't enter that door.

Qin Feiyang didn't have extravagant hopes, practicing it was supposed to be a painkiller, otherwise how would he believe this?

It's weird if you really practice true qi, and it's normal if you can't practice true qi.

Parents and sister forced a smile in front of Qin Feiyang, and behind them were tears to wash their faces, this kind of day has passed for more than half a month, Qin Feiyang's hemoptysis is getting worse and worse, and his body is getting worse, his parents and Qin Li know that Qin Feiyang's time is coming, and their hearts are getting more and more painful!

Qin Feiyang's mind was very clear, even if he couldn't open his eyes, his mind was like a mirror.

Finally getting out of this world, I don't know what it was like when I died?

It is true that no one has ever passed on this experience, because the dead cannot speak again.

On this day, Qin Feiyang suddenly felt much better, opened his eyes and said, "Mom, I want to drink the rice porridge you boiled......"

"Okay, good, mom will boil it for you right away, and it will boil it for you right away......"

Qin's mother nodded helplessly, and ran to the kitchen to quickly wash rice and make porridge, Qin Li also hurriedly ran to help, and boiled a pot of fragrant millet porridge.

Qin Dashu knew that his son was probably returning to the light, and at the last moment, he stood by with tears in his eyes.

Qin Feiyang smiled and said: "Dad, don't be bitter, look away, there is no immortal in this person, even if he becomes the emperor, he will also die, and after decades of life, he only dies early and dies late, not so much exquisite!"

Looking at his son's smiling face, Qin Dazhu's tears couldn't stop flowing out, he just couldn't figure it out, although his husband and wife were not good people, they never did evil things, they lived honestly, they didn't do evil with others, and their children were also kind, such a person, why didn't God open his eyes and let him die at the age of twenty-five?

Why?

Naturally, God never answers human questions.

After a while, Qin Li brought the millet porridge that had been blown cold overnight.

Qin Feiyang wanted to reach out to pick it up, but he didn't have the strength to raise his hand halfway, so Qin Li hurriedly used a spoon to feed the porridge.

Qin Feiyang took this mouthful of porridge and tasted it slowly, and then nodded after a while: "It's my mother's taste!"

swallowed a mouthful of porridge, but unexpectedly, the stomach rushed, and a mouthful of blood and porridge spurted out.

"Son......

"Brother......

Qin Feiyang fell, his heartbeat slowly weakened, and his thoughts slowly stopped.

It's time for the deadline!

Qin Dashu also knew that his son would be gone soon, and the mother and daughter on the side also lay on the side of the bed and cried bitterly.

Qin Feiyang was speechless, looking at his parents and sister, he wanted to speak but didn't have the strength, he just blinked, and the look in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Am I going to die?

When the last breath could not be lifted, when the moment his mind was still, Qin Feiyang thought that he would die, but what he didn't expect was that at that moment, a trace of breath suddenly came out of his lower abdomen, running along the meridian path that he had once practiced.

Very weak, very weak with a trace of breath, like an inch of silk.

But with such a faint breath, Qin Feiyang recovered his senses, and he also came to his senses, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his parents and sister crying.

"Mom, Dad, Sister......"

Clearly, he cried out.

Qin Dashu and Qin Li were both stunned, and when they looked at it again, their son opened his eyes again, and the three of them surrounded him with surprise and joy.

"Son...... Son...... You ......"

"Brother, you ...... Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Qin Feiyang replied weakly, then closed his eyes and said, "I'm fine, it's just a little soft, just lie down for a while." ”

Although he knew that his son would not survive, but now that he was alive again, Qin Dashu hurriedly pulled his wife and daughter out of the room and let his son rest.

Only Qin Feiyang himself could feel that he would definitely not die, at least not for now.

Although that trace of breath was extremely weak, the feeling given to Qin Feiyang was earth-shattering, the body where the breath passed through was like a mirror reflecting it, the defects and deficiencies were clear, and the breath had a strong tonic effect on the body, and he obviously felt that there was a change.

It was only when passing through the gastric lesion area that the breath was blocked and it was difficult to move forward, but it was obvious that after the breath passed, the periphery of the gastric lesion tumor was killed and reduced by nearly one-tenth.

That trace of breath was too weak, if it was stronger, Qin Feiyang seemed to feel that he could use this breath to remove the tumor in the lesion area!

Is this the "true qi of Changchun"?

Qin Feiyang was surprised and delighted, could it be that he had really practiced the Changchun True Technique?

If it's true, is it possible to use this true qi to cure stomach cancer?

If it is true, does it mean that he saved his fate and did not have to die?

I hope so!

Bless yes!

Definitely, definitely!

No one wants to die, especially him Qin Feiyang doesn't want to die, he still wants to repay his parents, he still wants to love his sister, and he wants to marry a wife and have children to live a good life!

Thousands of thoughts, thousands of excitement.

Qin Feiyang used to run that trace of true qi again, running with the mantra of Changchun True Formula, he used to rely on meditation and did not have a real breath, but now there is a trace of real qi, and the feeling of running and practicing the mantra is much more real and effective.

After lying on the bed and practicing for two hours, although the trace of true qi did not become bigger, it obviously felt that it was more refined and more proficient, and when it ran to the lesion area of the stomach, the strangulation and control of the diseased cells by the true qi was almost visible to his "eyes".

It is certain that this Changchun true recipe is true, but the reason why no one has practiced it is not enough for outsiders.

At least, this true qi needs to be understood and stimulated at the moment after death, how many people dare to try?

Besides, even if you dare to die, it may not be able to stimulate Changchun's true qi, it is possible, that is, you died in vain!

Of course, Qin Feiyang had no intention of telling this secret.

On this day, Qin Feiyang did not vomit blood again, when the attack occurred, when Changchun True Qi was running, the pain was greatly reduced, the cancer cells in the lesion area were still decreasing, and the cancer cells in the lesion area also seemed to feel the danger, and the battle line contracted and curled up stubbornly.

In the evening, Qin Feiyang drank a small bowl of porridge without vomiting for the first time, and Qin Dashu and Qin Li's mood was also better, although it was still heavy, but seeing that Qin Feiyang was not so painful and tormented, his heart was always much happier.