Bei Ming breathed heavily, but the air grew thinner and thinner to him. After more than ten seconds, Beiming's vision began to blur, which was faster than he had predicted. He gripped the sheets hard, but as soon as he used this force, he already felt that his hands were weak, and his fingertips immediately loosened.

Ya Qingshan on the side was still pressing Bei Ming's heart, and the blood was splashing rapidly, it was not enough! Half a minute later, Bei Ming's gaze began to drift, and his breathing changed from rapid to laborious. Gradually, Beiming's movements became smaller and smaller, and his mouth was open, but he had stopped taking in.

"Uncle Qingshan, is it okay?" Yan Tong said anxiously on the side. At this time, the blood of the North Ming had not stopped spurting, and most of the entire treatment room was dyed red, until the roof, and the blood splattered on it kept flowing down in strings.

"Not yet!" Ya Qingshan frowned, his hand kept pressing on Bei Ming's heart, which made the blood that was already spurting out violently even more wildly, and it didn't stop for a moment. Gradually, Beiming's heartbeat began to weaken. "Beiming, can you hear me!" Ya Qingshan suddenly said loudly. Two minutes had passed, and Ya Qingshan was covered in sweat, soaking through his clothes. "Beiming!" Ya Qingshan yelled.

"Qingshan!" Bai Puff said hurriedly on the side, "Beiming's pupils have begun to dilate, stop!

"It's not enough! it's not enough!" Ya Qingshan kept silently chanting. The pillar of blood between the neck of the North Styx began to taper, and the height of the jet also decreased. Ya Qingshan still didn't let go, and Beiming's heart had stopped. "Not enough! Not enough!"

After another ten seconds, Bai Puang said again: "Qingshan! I can't wait any longer! The Northern Darkness poison can't be cured, and my life must be saved!"

Ya Qingshan's eyes were like a whirlpool, and the patient had already been sucked in by him, and he couldn't pull it out.

"Minister Bai, what's the matter with Uncle Qingshan! Our minister can't hold it anymore! Hurry up and let him stop!" Yan Tong said loudly.

"Qingshan, let go of your hand!" Bai Puang rushed forward and pulled out Ya Qingshan's hands that were pressed against Beiming's heart.

"It's not enough! it's not enough!" said Ya Qingshan. His eyes were fixed on Beiming's face, which had already turned blue due to the wolf venom, and his hands became weak. Bai Yu no longer listened to Ya Qingshan's words, and immediately started to press Beiming's heart, while stopping the bleeding for him. "It's not enough for me to say it, don't stop the bleeding!" Ya Qingshan suddenly said loudly, raising his hand to stop it.

"It's already 80 percent gone! It's okay! Stop! The poison in the future will be solved later! Otherwise, his life won't be saved!" Bai Puen argued. Ya Qingshan dragged his hand to stop the bleeding.

Suddenly, a pair of hands slammed down Beiming's neck. Yan Tong's eyes were bloodshot.

"Yan Tong!" Ya Qingshan shouted.

"Our minister can't die!" Yan Tong said angrily.

"He can't use his spiritual power, and when he wakes up, it's still like he's dead! He can't help his father! He can't help Sanskrit! If you stop his bleeding now, he won't have a second chance! His spiritual power and blood power are exhausted! He won't be able to survive the second time!" Ya Qingshan said. Yan Tong's hands froze, staring blankly at Beiming, blood had already soaked his clothes. "Minister......" he muttered, finally stopping. The blood of the North Shadow was flowing more and more slowly, and the mouth and eyes had stopped breathing. Yan Tong gritted his teeth and guarded the North Underworld.

Ya Qingshan stared at Beiming every minute and second, and everyone held their breath, and every second was like a year. Four minutes passed, Ya Qingshan's eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly approached Bei Ming's side, looked at it for a week, and said, "It's done!" "What?" Bai Yu said. "The poisonous blood has retreated! the poisonous blood has retreated!" Ya Qingshan said excitedly.

Bai Yu looked at Beiming's face, and his originally blue and black complexion became pale at this time, and his lips became pale and colorless due to excessive blood loss. The wolf venom was excreted with the blood of the North Underworld, and the blue and black faded. But this did not make Bai Puffi relax at all, because Beiming also became colorless due to complete blood loss, and it was described as withered and lifeless.

A trace of coldness slid across Beiming's neck, and the incision in his artery was sealed. "Beiming, use spiritual power to protect your heart!Hurry up!Hurry up!" Ya Qingshan said loudly on the side. Bei Ming's eyes were open, and the pupils had lost their light, and it was pitch black. Ya Qingshan leaned over, put his fingers together, and connected the forehead, neck, armpits, heart, lungs, and wrists. Suddenly, the cliff Qingshan shivered in a cold sweat. No temperature, no beating.

"Beiming!Wake up!Beiming!" Ya Qingshan became agitated.

"Minister!"

A heavy blow of the hammer landed on the mouth of the heart of the North Underworld, Ya Qingshan desperately hit the chest of the North Underworld, three or two blows, and the back of his hand had been chiseled by himself. "Wake up, wake up!wake up!" he shouted.

Several doses of fierce medicine were continuously poured into Beiming's mouth, and Bai Puang helped Beiming up his shoulders and pinched his people. "Beiming!" he pinched Beiming's wrist and neck, trying to help him regain blood to his heart. But now the poor blood that is so little up and down Beiming's body can't be concentrated at all, let alone flow back.

Beiming's body temperature dropped little by little. Ya Qingshan and Bai Puff desperately helped him regain his blood, trying to make his heart beat again. Beiming's body began to stiffen.

His mind went blank. Suddenly, a voice of mosquitoes and flies came in: "Son, you can hold on! You have to help your mother bring them back!" The voice transmitted through Beiming's brain like a thin electric current, and soon disappeared.

"Boy, have two drinks with me!" a rough voice. Then another voice appeared in Beiming's mind: "You're too powerful, brother! Murphy cordata can also be found by you!"

The space was at a loss, and another voice sounded in the distance: "You're back!" A subtle and overjoyed voice, Fanyin's toes unconsciously hit the ground and stood up, "Why did you suddenly come back from the north?" "I want to come back for the New Year." "One question and one answer. The voice fell again, and it couldn't be heard again.

Trickling, intermittent, and not giving up yet, struggling in the thinness and sounding again: "My name is Fifth Sanskrit, and I am nineteen years old this year, what about you?" "My name is Beitang Beiming, and I am seventeen years old this year. Both voices laughed, not too loud, but both were happy.

Suddenly, "Boy, you're only seventeen! Wake up!" Huo Di, a dragon groan with sharp teeth and claws suddenly resounded throughout the military and political department, and it made people shudder for a moment. The last trace of vitality on Beiming's body, existing in the consciousness of his brain, was excited by this deafening dragon roar!

"Uhh He hunched his chest, and soon sank again, slamming heavily on the hospital bed.

"Beiming!" Ya Qingshan and Bai Puen roared in unison. "Minister!" Yan Tong shouted. "Use spiritual power to protect the heart vein, Beiming! Use spiritual power to protect the heart vein! Let the heart beat again!" Ya Qingshan said loudly.