Chapter Seventy-Eight: A True Healer Who Saves the Dead and Helps the Wounded
At the Yan family, Wang Hui, who took eight minutes to arrive, flicked his tail as usual and parked the Lamborghini at the gate of the Yan family handsomely.
The doormen naturally wouldn't stop Wang Hui, because they recognized Yan Qing on the co-pilot.
As soon as she got out of the car, Yan Qing jumped out of the car and rushed in the direction of the study.
On the way here, the housekeeper Lao Jia had already informed Yan Qing of the location of her second uncle.
It's not that Lao Jia doesn't want to help Yan Ping to the side of the bed, it's just that Yan Ping is already in a state of anger at this time, and he can't move at all.
In the study, the first time Yan Qing rushed in, she saw her second uncle lying in a pool of blood.
Ignoring the smell of blood in the study, Yan Qing rushed to Yan Ping's side and said in a trembling voice: "Second uncle...... Second uncle, what's wrong with you......"
"Second uncle, I'm Qing'er! I'm back! ”
Yan Qing's crying voice woke up Yan Ping, who closed his eyes and recuperated, and made his pale face a little happy.
Looking around, Yan Ping saw Wang Hui walking in behind Yan Qing, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Qing'er...... Your second uncle and I are injured, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive tonight. ”
"Ahem......"
Yan Qing saw that her second uncle's complexion was getting worse and worse, and she didn't want to believe everything in front of her at all.
She held Yan Ping's right hand tightly and cried, "No...... It won't be like this......"
"Second Uncle...... Second uncle, you will definitely be able to live. ”
Yan Qing cried, like pear blossoms with rain, and she really couldn't cry.
But Yan Ping's body, he himself knows best.
This time, Yan Qing rushed back, which was to entrust the entire Yan family to her.
After all, his son is out of town at the moment, and he won't be able to come back for a while.
In the entire Jinling, Yan Qing has this qualification to lead the Yan family.
And Yan Ping also has a little selfishness, wanting to see if Wang Hui, a young innate realm, will come back with Yan Qing.
If Wang Hui comes, then the Yan family will be safe for the time being.
In Yan Ping's heart, a family that can cultivate a young innate realm powerhouse like Wang Hui will definitely not be so simple.
There is absolutely no force in the entire Jinling that can hurt Wang Hui.
With Wang Hui's protection, Yan Qing and the Yan family will be extremely safe.
So he tried to accumulate a little strength, patted Yan Qing's hands, and then turned his gaze to Wang Hui and said in a low voice.
Wang Hui ...... Little friend, ......"
"I am a tiger at night, and I am worthy of my heart in my life, but before I die, I have to ask Wang Hui Xiaoyou for something."
"Please also ask Wang Hui Xiaoyou to take care of my niece for the sake of friends, and don't let her suffer."
"It's enough to hold out until her parents return from overseas."
Yan Ping seemed to be back to the light, and when he said these words, the clearer he said, the more frightened all the Yan family members in the entire study were terrified.
At this moment, the same thought came to their hearts - the second master is probably gone......
Wang Hui is obviously a troublesome master, hearing that Yan Ping is lonely, Wang Hui's brows furrowed slightly, which made Yan Ping's originally somewhat relaxed mind instantly rise up again.
I saw Wang Hui wave his hand and said impatiently: "Why do you want me to help you take care of Yan Qing, you just take care of it yourself." ”
Wang Hui's words made Yan Ping laugh dumbly, and he took his last breath to explain.
"Wang Hui Xiaoyou, Yan is going to die, that's why I hope Xiaoyou can take care of Qing'er......"
Yan Ping's explanation obviously did not satisfy Wang Hui, and he didn't even let Yan Ping finish explaining, so he waved his hand and interrupted him, saying impatiently.
"Aren't you dead? It's not long before I get it back! ”
Hearing this, Yan Ping smiled bitterly again: "Wang Hui Xiaoyou, Yan was seriously injured, his meridians were retrograde, and he was also poisoned by that assassin. ”
"There's no help."
Yan Ping's indifferent words made Yan Qing more and more sad, and at this moment, she was already lying on Yan Ping's body and crying until she couldn't help herself.
But Wang Hui obviously didn't think that Yan Ping was hopeless.
Judging from the master-level medical diagnosis he had just obtained, as long as he applied an acupuncture to Yan Ping once, he could completely solve Yan Ping's meridian retrograde and poisoning problems.
As for the injuries he suffered, this kind of small injury can be handled by the Yan family themselves.
So Wang Hui stared at Yan Ping's eyes and said with a smile: "No help?" The master doesn't want you to die, and the king of Hades doesn't dare to send someone to hook your soul! ”
Wang Hui's words immediately caused a lot of waves.
Although Yan Ping can face up to the arrival of death, if there is hope for life, who wants to die like this?
Hearing this, Yan Qing turned to look at Wang Hui even more suddenly, tried to wipe away her tears, and asked Wang Hui.
"Wang Hui, do you really have a way to save my second uncle?"
Yan Qing's doubts were also the doubts of others in the study.
The housekeeper Lao Jia looked Wang Hui up and down, and couldn't believe that Wang Hui would have such magical medical skills.
The Yan family's personal doctor had just made up his mind to Yan Ping, saying that he wouldn't be able to survive tonight.
At this moment, Wang Hui said that he could save Yan Ping, didn't he slap him in the face? !
So the attending physician of a tertiary hospital immediately stood up and said to Wang Hui.
"Mr. Wang, I don't like to pick thorns, and I don't want to see death without help."
"I have only one question, I would like to ask Mr. Wang for clarification."
"Excuse me, do you have a medical license?"
The personal doctor's words asked the point, and everyone in the entire study looked stunned.
"Nope." Wang Hui replied indifferently, and didn't even see the private doctor.
The housekeeper Lao Jia's expression became more and more sad, he almost believed that Wang Hui could save Yan Ping just now, but now it seems that he is in a hurry to go to the doctor.
"I believe Wang Hui, even if you have a medical qualification, what is the use? Can you save my second uncle? ”
Yan Qing was the most familiar with Wang Hui among all the people present, and reprimanded the private doctor fiercely, and hurriedly stepped forward to grab Wang Hui's arm, and the pear blossom took the rain.
"Wang Hui, as long as you can save my second uncle, I will listen to you whatever you say in the future......"
As she spoke, Yan Qing's face was still filled with a hint of shame, but it was just difficult for ordinary people to find out.
At the same time, Wang Hui's mind also sounded the voice of the system at the right time.
"Ding!"
"The love system has detected a new mission opportunity and officially released the love mission [Save the Dead!] Juvenile! 】! ”
"Mission content: Heal and detoxify Yan Ping and save his life!"
"Quest Reward: Innate Realm Mid-term Strength."
"Reminder, if the host accepts the task, you can get the task reward in advance!"
Wang Hui didn't say a word, immediately took over the task, and spent Aimu points to purchase a complete set of golden needles from the system.
With the golden needle in hand, Wang Hui's whole temperament suddenly changed.
That kind of bearing made everyone present admire.
Even because of the poisonous gas, he completely lost the ability to speak, and could only half-open his eyes, and Yan Ping, who was lying on the ground, had a little more hope in his eyes.
"Whoa—"
The golden needles in Wang Hui's hands turned into golden lights, and in an instant, they fell on the big points around Yan Ping's body.
Then Wang Hui's fingers twisted over the golden needles one by one, making the golden needles make a subtle buzz.
"Hum—"
The sound of the golden needle buzzing, accompanied by everyone's exclamation, made Yan Ping's complexion gradually turn around.
"Hiss......"
"One hundred and eight golden needles crossing the big hole?!"
"Are you a descendant of Bian Que? Otherwise, how could there be such a wonderful needle?! ”