Why ask him for help? There are only a handful of people I know, and I can't ask my teammates for help, so they have to die of laughter, so I have to turn to this kid for help in order not to become a laughing stock.

The young man didn't speak, just stared straight at Mo Mo, the two looked at each other silently for a long time, but Mo Mo was impatient and asked him again: "Child, if you say something, I'll ask you if you help or not!" You only have two answers, the first one helps, and the second one refers to the previous one. Mo Mo carried the schoolbag and put it on the young man's lap,

"Please, I'll pick it up then." Mo Mo left directly. The chic does not take away a single cloud.

After dinner, Momo went to the housekeeper to ask for a box of silver needles, and in the housekeeper's puzzled eyes, he took back to his room and disinfected the needles one by one.

There's no way, there's a shortage of supplies, so let's make do with it. Seeing that it was almost time, Mo Mo slipped out of the house and went to the boy's room.

When Mo Mo came in, he saw the neat homework textbook on the desk, which was Mo Mo's.

"Wow, it's all done, God-man!" Mo Mo couldn't believe it, and happily packed the book before taking out the box of silver needles.

"Just let me show my skills." Mo Mo stepped forward and carefully took out the incense, which was to prevent people from waking up suddenly.

Mo Mo took off the boy's shirt,

"It's pretty white, it's almost the same as me." This is Mo Mo's comment, but now is the time to get down to business, Mo Mo helped the boy up, and if she looked closely, she could find that the roots of the boy's ears were slightly red.

"This needle is stuck here, this root is rooted here, this root is rooted there......" Mo Mo's mouth whispered.

"Done." The boy's chest was full of dense needles. Mo Mo sat cross-legged on the bed, activated the internal force in his body and slowly infused into the young man's body, the warm breath in his body was very comfortable for the young man, but after a while, the young man's face was covered with dense beads of sweat, and his face was full of pain.

Momo here is also uncomfortable, not only to control the input of internal force not to be too strong, but also to control the speed not too fast.

The young man's inner veins are blocked, this is what the doctors call a terminal illness, because if it is not for a person who practices martial arts, it is impossible to find it, if it is not for Mo Mo, the young man will definitely not last 7 days.

Now Mo Mo is trying to control the internal force in the young man's body to open up his heart. After about two hours, Mo Mo withdrew his hand, and he couldn't be in a hurry at this time.

Mo Mo's face was pale, because while only treating the teenager, it was also a damage to himself. Momo pulled out the needles one by one and put them in the box.

Carefully put on the young man's clothes, helped him lie down and covered the quilt again, Mo Mo carried her schoolbag and said to the young man with a smile

"Thank you for your homework, if you want to do your homework in the future, you will do it for you. Oops, I'm hungry again, I have to go open a small stove. Mo Mo jumped out of the window and left, and the room was quiet as if what had just happened was an illusion.