Chapter 137

But Tang Xiaoyue is not a martial artist, how can he be angry.

I had touched it before, and the body temperature at that moment was not possessed by ordinary people, so I didn't expect it to be so serious.

In order to further verify his conjecture, Ning Fan held Tang Xiaoyue's hand and poured his qi into it.

But suddenly, Ning Fan's face changed drastically and he withdrew his hand, only to see that his left hand began to form cyan at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was the cold qi in Tang Xiaoyue's body that broke into his palm and began to erode himself.

Ning Fan took out the silver needle and hurriedly sealed his meridians, and then poured all his qi into his arm to block it, resisting this terrible cold qi.

Fortunately, his true qi is strong enough, otherwise he would have been frozen to death in a few minutes.

After that wisp of cold qi was forced out of Ning Fan's body, it burrowed into Tang Xiaoyue's body.

Ning Fan himself has seen many incurable diseases, but he has not encountered this kind of one, this cold air is very domineering, and he almost gave up.

"Xiaofan, it's okay!" Mother Wu brought boiling water and an alcohol lamp.

"Well, Mother Wu, take off her clothes, I'm here to save her, do you want to testify for me?"

"Human lives matter!"

Mother Wu took off Tang Xiaoyue's clothes and was about to untie the hook when Ning Fan said, "Okay! ”

The silver needle was sterilized, and Ning Fan pierced the silver needle into the acupuncture point behind Tang Xiaoyue.

"Xiaofan, are you still a doctor?"

"Learned some!"

Ning Fan pierced all the silver needles into the selected acupuncture points, and then put his palm on Tang Xiaoyue's back, and the true qi flowed into it continuously.

I was accidentally tricked just now, but this time I won't be careful.

But I have to admit that these cold gases are very aggressive, and Ning Fan himself has to be careful.

Mother Wu is stupid, isn't this picture a scene that only appears in martial arts, or is she dreaming and is dazzled.

I saw that the silver needles on Tang Xiaoyue's body began to contact the cold frost, and as well as her body, the cold air rose, and the temperature of the entire room seemed to drop by several degrees in an instant.

Ning Fan's forehead and back were full of sweat, but he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

Those cold qi were forced by Ning Fan to have nowhere to go, and they were all shrouded by Ning Fan's true qi, just as Ning Fan was about to completely expel the cold qi.

Tang Xiaoyue's breathing became very weak, and her heart began to stop beating.

"That's not right!"

Ning Fan frowned, and then let go of the cold qi that came out, and at that moment, Tang Xiaoyue's breathing and heartbeat were stable.

"This cold air is actually maintaining Satsuki's life?"

"Xiaofan, how's it going?" Wu's mother asked.

Ning Fan said: "It's okay, Xiaoyue's situation is a bit complicated, the root of the disease can't be removed, but it can be alleviated." ”

Now Ning Fan probably understands that although Tang Xiaoyue can't feel warm all year round, this cold air is maintaining Tang Xiaoyue's life, which is really weird.

It seems that it is necessary to wait for Tang Guozhong to ask for clarification after he returns.

The cold air just now has been discharged by Ning Fan with a silver needle, and now let Mother Wu wipe off the frost on Tang Xiaoyue's body.

After returning outside, Ning Fan felt a little tired from physical exhaustion, and his true qi consumption was too large, which was easy to cause fatigue.

After it was time for dinner, Tang Xiaoyue walked downstairs, saw Ning Fan watching TV, and asked, "Brother Xiaofan, thank you!" ”

"Wake up, sit down!"

"Hmm!"

Ning Fan asked, "How do you feel now, are you feeling better?" ”