However, before Xiao Sun could take them all away, the twelve people, as if they had agreed in advance, bit their tongues and committed suicide together.

Luo Xiaoye was shocked.

Jianghu people are ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to themselves.

"Young Pavilion Master......" Xiao Sun was embarrassed.

"Forget it." Mu Yuanshan is also a pity, but he didn't expect that the people of Qiushui Villa would have this hand.

"Someone! Come on! Doctor! Find a doctor! ”

As soon as it stopped here, Zhou Le'an's voice almost cried came from there, and he rushed out of the big tent, his eyes looking around aimlessly:

"The son of the Zhao family? What about the son of the Zhao family? Where is the son of the Zhao family? Song Yu! Song Yu vomited blood! ”

As soon as he heard that the condition of the patient in his hand had deteriorated, the son of the Zhao family swept away the nervousness just now and walked out of the crowd:

"I am, what's wrong with Song Protector?!"

Before Zhou Le'an could speak, the person had already rushed into the big tent, and the others followed suit.

"You've dealt with these people." Mu Yuanshan instructed Xiao Sun, and finally followed up.

On the bed, Song Yu's face was pale and drenched in cold sweat.

A strong smell of blood permeated the air, and as soon as Luo Xiaoye entered, he saw a large pool of red blood splattered on the ground next to the bed.

Song Yu supported his side, and there were still blood marks on the corners of his lips: "Zhou! Happy! Quiet! You ......"

Before he finished speaking, another mouthful of blood splattered from the corner of his pale lips.

"Song, Song Yu, don't, don't talk!"

Zhou Le'an was so anxious that he didn't know where to put his hand, so he could only watch the son of the Zhao family step forward, hold up Song Yu's body with one hand, and pat his back hard:

"Spit it out! Spit out all the blood in your chest! ”

"You, don't ......" Zhou Le'an was very worried when he saw him beating so hard, for fear that the son of the Zhao family would not be serious.

Originally, Song Yu was injured, and this shot directly took people over.

Zhou Muxuan frowned and stood aside watching, and couldn't help but push Zhou Le'an from behind.

Didn't this guy ask Song Yu for forgiveness? What are you doing here?

Zhou Le'an stumbled forward, but he didn't understand what Zhou Muxuan was pushing himself for, and turned his head with a confused expression.

"What are you doing? Hold on?! "I've seen stupid, I've never seen such stupid!

A word woke up the dreamer, and Zhou Le'an hurriedly went over to support Song Yu's body.

He was already emaciated, but now he was coughing badly, and his whole body was trembling, Zhou Le'an helped him, feeling distressed like never before.

One by one, the silver needles pierced into the acupuncture points, and Zhou Le tightened the quilt.

Looking at his patient, the son of the Zhao family also sighed:

"Fortunately, the blood has coughed up, and he has passed this hurdle, and when he wakes up, he will not have to worry about his life."

In front of the patient, he was like a hero, Rao was the person in the whole big tent, he was in a panic just now, he was still calm and calm.

The silver needles stayed on the acupuncture points for half a moment, and then pulled them out one by one.

At this time, Song Yu was lying on the bed exhausted, her face was pale because of blood loss, but now she was slightly flushed.

"He, he's okay, is he?" Zhou Le'an was worried about whether Song Yu would die, and the current flush was a return to the light.

"It's fine." The son of the Zhao family put away the silver needle:

"The blood is exhausted, the residual poison is discharged, and the next thing to do is to cultivate carefully, and there can be no more stimulation."

Zhou Le'an nodded, and sat down on the edge of the bed again, he looked at Song Yu's gaze, which was gentleness that Luo Xiaoye had never seen.