Zhu Ziyue only had half a breath left, she couldn't fill him with spiritual liquid according to the previous method.

His injuries were so severe that he had to be shot with a gold needle.

The heads of the living and the dead are white bones, and they fight for their lives with the king of Hades.

It is also necessary to open the way with the blood of the Qinglian bloodline, and the technique of the golden needle to point the blood into the acupoint.

Chen Mengtian never thought that the first person she wanted to save with this method would be Zhu Ziyue, who only had one side in front of her.

She took out the gold and silver needles and laid them on the ground beside her.

The delicate silk cloth was stained with blood-red stains.

Although Chen Mengtian loves cleanliness, this is not the time to care about these.

She pulled several gold needles from the silk cloth.

sealed all the pain points of Zhu Ziyue, picked up his severed palm, and faced it with the wound on his wrist, which was still bleeding.

She wasn't much sure about what happened next, but she could only do her best.

Whether it succeeds or not, it depends on the success or failure of the next steps.

As long as Qinglian's medical skills did not deceive her, she was 99% sure that she would save people.

Chen Mengtian shouted, "Mo Zixuan, bring a bowl." ”

"Good!"

Mo Zixuan took a clean teacup from the table not far away.

If you want a bowl, you have to go to the back to get it, and it is a waste of time to toss back and forth.

"Girl, is the teacup possible?"

Chen Mengtian saw that there was a teacup in his hand, and he also reached out to take it.

"But there are knives?" She looked at Mo Zixuan and asked.

"Yes!"

Mo Zixuan took out a dagger from his body.

Chen Mengtian took the dagger from his hand, pulled out the scabbard, and without blinking his eyes, he made a cut in the palm of his hand.

Bright red blood flowed out and into a clean teacup.

"Girl, what are you going to do here?"

Chen Mengtian didn't say anything, she gritted her teeth and watched the bright red blood flow half a cup, and then she stopped.

Take out the gold sore medicine you prepared earlier and sprinkle it on the wound in the palm of your hand.

After all the calculations, in the end, she became the experimenter of this golden sore medicine.

Looking at the gradually coagulated blood and the slowly healing wounds, Chen Mengtian no longer paid attention to it.

She held the gold sore medicine and looked at Zhu Ziyue, the wound that was still bleeding when he sprinkled it.

It wasn't until a bottle of gold sore medicine was used up that I stopped.

She pinched the golden needle and counted the blood in the teacup, her face calm and solemn.

With a baby's fat little hand, the gold needle was slowly pierced into the junction between Zhu Ziyue's palm and wrist.

Then he picked up another gold needle...... It didn't stop until the circle of the broken wound was pierced with gold needles.

However, this is not the end, seeing that the wrist is held in place by a gold needle.

Chen Mengtian made another gesture of pulling out his clothes and took out a bottle of spiritual liquid from the space.

She opened the bottle and dripped the spiritual liquid inside into the wound.

The alluring scent of spiritual liquid permeated the room in the back hall.

Drops after drops of spiritual fluid, three drops of spiritual fluid in a row, fell on the wound on the wrist.

Chen Mengtian didn't care about looking at the wound, turned around and walked towards the other side of Zhu Ziyue.

She continued to cut off Zhu Ziyue's palm according to the previous method.

Time can't be delayed, she wants to use the fastest time to connect Zhu Ziyue's hands.

Just as she was moving, Shopkeeper Mo brought in everything she wanted.

A basin of hot water, and a clean linen, and a splint, and a pack of silver needles at the bottom of his pressure box.

Seeing this, Mo Zixuan immediately greeted him and took the things in his hand.

He wiped the blood stains on Jiang Zebei's body according to Chen Mengtian's instructions before.

Shopkeeper Mo hasn't brought in all of his things yet.

He glanced at Chen Mengtian, who was picking up his broken palm, and turned to leave to continue moving things.

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Flowey is sick and so uncomfortable.

The resistance is too poor, and I can't stay up late in the future.