Just as Qin Wanzheng's words fell, Ye Jiaqi's face, which had already recovered its blood, instantly turned pale again.

Qin Wanzheng, who was standing beside the bed, felt a cold wind.

I couldn't stop shivering.

"Look for death!"

“......”

Just as Qin Wanzheng's words fell, she picked up the silver needle that had already been placed beside the bed.

Aiming at the acupuncture points can be used to apply needles.

At this moment, if someone who knows how to see Qin Wanzheng's stitching, he will definitely be surprised.

"Thirteen needles from the ghost gate?"

Isn't this a long-lost stitch?

The stitch books left by the ancestors have long been incomplete, and there are very few of them in the first three stitches of the "Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate".

It is already regarded as the Taishan Beidou in the Chinese medicine industry.

Many people have never even heard of the "Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate", let alone know it.

When Qin Wanzheng began to perform the fifth needle, her body was already shaky, and her little face was paler than Ye Jiaqi's.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his posture seemed to be about to pass out in the next second.

But even though she was in a bad condition, she was still very stable when she got the needle.

Unbiased penetration into the acupuncture hole.

After the last stitch was cast, Qin Wanzheng took a few steps back and hit the sofa next to her.

The whole even slumped on the sofa.

At this time, Ye Jiaqi on the hospital bed still hadn't woken up, but her face was already bloody.

It's only a matter of time before you wake up.

The yin qi in the room also dissipated after Qin Wanzheng finished applying the needle.

I didn't feel a little cold, but my whole body began to get hot.

Little by little, the yang energy gathers in the room, making people feel comfortable.

Outside the corridor of the hospital, Ting Ye leaned against the wall, his eyes staring at the closed ward door from time to time.

He had a cigarette in his hand.

In that way, the whole person is indifferent to the extreme, but with a bit of demonic handsomeness.

If you look closely, the sexy and iconic lips are trembling with cigarettes.

Those who are familiar with Night Monarch will definitely find him unusually irritable at this moment.

The Thunder Master, whose face did not change when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, is now also beginning to be emotional, and his whole body is surrounded by low air pressure.

However, such emotions will only show up when they meet Qin Wanzheng.

After smoking a cigarette, Ye Junting lowered his head and lifted his clothes to see the time on his wrist.

Looking at it, there are still five minutes to go.

He was originally lazy, but he stood up straight in an instant, and his whole person was refreshed.

Those Danfeng eyes were full of killing, staring at the door of the ward.

Yejin and Yeshui were also impressed by Tingye's emotions, and the whole person became extremely nervous.

Their hands were all on their waists, and when they touched the cold thing, they felt a sense of security.

Ye Junting obviously felt a cold air, and the fierce aura on his body became even stronger.

But he didn't make any moves, just looked at the door of the ward.

"Grandpa....."

“.....”

Night Junting didn't speak.

Yeshui and Yejin were extremely nervous.

What's going on?

Could it be that someone is coming to attack tonight?

Someone targeting the eldest lady?

Otherwise, it's against Ting Ye.

Looking at it, who in the entire Yanjing dares to make a move on Ting Ye, that is because he doesn't want to live?

But the eldest lady had an accident, and something happened under their noses, forcing the eldest lady to be transferred to the hospital.

Combined with Ye Junting's reaction at the moment, Ye Jin and the others were even more nervous.

There is an enemy attack?

Ye Junting didn't speak, and Ye Shui nodded at Ye Jin.

Yejin glanced at Yeshui deeply, walked towards the corridor, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

All of a sudden, the entire Yanjing began to be in turmoil.

Tingye's people began to rush to the Chinese medicine hospital in waves.

That night, those high-level officials in Yanjing stayed up all night, and all the people under their hands went out to collect intelligence.

Is something going to happen?

The Ministry of National Security, which is as stable as Mount Tai, has also begun to be restless, isn't something wrong?

It wasn't until one o'clock in the morning that Night Junting didn't hear any sound, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Strode towards the ward.

The room was silent, filled with the ticking of instruments.

Ye Jiaqi on the hospital bed was still unconscious.

On the sofa, Qin Wanzheng's small body curled up into a ball, and the whole person fell asleep.

Ting Ye's breathing was tight, and his steps became cautious, for fear of waking her up.

walked over and picked up Qin Wanzheng from the sofa lightly.

This is, Qin Wanzheng squinted and glanced at it, and saw that it was Ye Junting who fell asleep layer by layer.

The agitation outside had no effect on the people in the room.

Night gold and night water were outside all night.

When the day dawned, not only did they not relax their realm, but there were more and more people centered on the ward, guarding openly and secretly.

Guarded at every level.

Surrounded by this, it is difficult for even flies to fly in.

Qin Wanzheng opened her eyes, and she turned over and got out of bed.

Get out of the side room.

Ye Junting sat on the sofa, looking down and fiddling with his mobile phone.

On the hospital bed, Ye Jiaqi had woken up, but the whole person was extremely weak.

Hearing the sound of Qingwei's footsteps, Ye Junting looked up and saw Qin Wanzheng and got up to greet him.

"Wait a minute, Yejin is going to buy breakfast."

"Hmm."

Ye Junting supported Qin Wanzheng, and she naturally leaned her whole body strength on him.

Seeing that Ye Jiaqi woke up, Qin Wanzheng was not particularly surprised.

It stands to reason that you should wake up.

Ye Junting helped Qin Wanzheng to sit on the sofa, and then said weakly: "Let the dean come." ”

"Good!"

Ye Junting turned around and ordered Ye Shui to go to the director of the Chinese Medicine Hospital.

When the group walked in, Ting Ye was serving Qin Wanzheng for breakfast.

"Master Ting, do you have something to do with me?"

“......”

The director of the hospital is an old man in his sixties, with a standard Chinese character face, and the whole person looks very energetic.

He is the famous Dean Luo, the Taishan Beidou of the Chinese medicine industry.

Ye Junting nodded faintly.

"Well, my wife is looking for you."

“.....”

Qin Wanzheng glanced at Dean Luo, who was the leader, and said lightly: "You wait, wait for me to finish." ”

“.....”

As soon as Qin Wanzheng's words fell, the atmosphere in the entire ward suddenly became cold.

The assistant beside Dean Luo turned ugly for a moment.

Waiting for her to have breakfast?

Although she is the daughter-in-law of Lord Ting and is a high-ranking existence, she shouldn't be so unreasonable.

She didn't know that Dean Luo's time was measured by the second.

Ten minutes after she eats breakfast, Dean Luo can save many people.

After waiting for ten minutes, Qin Wanzheng still didn't eat well.

Instead, he drank the porridge slowly, ignoring the group of people waiting.

Except for Dean Luo, there was no change, and the rest of the eyes that hit Qin Wanzheng became angry.

After a while, after Qin Wanzheng finished eating, she leaned lazily on the sofa.

He said casually: "Dean Luo, give Ye Jiaqi a set of five thunder yin and yang needles. ”

"Use the technique of nine yang numbers."

“.....”

Qin Wanzheng's voice fell, and Dean Luo's assistant finally couldn't help it: "Miss Qin, do you understand medical skills?" ”

"Do you know the current situation of Miss Night, who can only leak first and then make up for it?"