Tang Yifeng suddenly remembered something, and woke up: "That's right, Jingxin Xiang!"

Wen Yiming nodded, took out the meditation incense from his pocket and said, "You can try it, but now there are only three copies left in my hand, and this one was originally to honor you, so ......"

"It's important to save people!" Tang Yifeng did not hesitate at all, and said firmly: "Time is pressing, follow me!"

After speaking, he rushed directly to the intensive care unit with Wen Yiming, the patient had already settled down, with various instruments inserted in his body, a ventilator on his nose, his heart rate was high and low, and the situation was not optimistic.

As soon as Tang Yifeng arrived, four or five attending physicians came over and reported: "Dean, the director of the cardiology and brain department are on the way, and they will arrive in twenty minutes!"

"Shall we start preparing for surgery, the patient's life is in danger at any time!"

"Yes, the patient is older and there are risks associated with using cardiac injections, so I recommend a conservative approach. ”

The doctors were gossiping and discussing the treatment plan, Tang Yifeng looked at his watch, there was still time, and waved his hand and said: "You go out first, I'll try a new plan with Yiming!"

Everyone looked at each other, and who was Yiming?

Wen Yiming opened the messy box that he had just taken out of the car and began to prepare for incense, only then did the doctors notice that the stranger in front of them had followed Dean Tang just now, who was he?

"Dean, is this ......?"

An elderly doctor couldn't help but ask Tang Yifeng curiously, the old man waved his hand and said, "He is my nephew, you go out first, and leave the rest to him!"

"What?"

Several attending physicians were full of incredulity, and their eyes were all locked on Wen Yiming, full of doubts and puzzlement.

Wen Yiming ignored it, quickly put the meditation incense into the incense burner, and prepared to light the incense.

Tang Yifeng saw that the incense was ready, and everyone hadn't moved yet, so he scolded: "Didn't you hear my words?

The others had no choice, and the dean gave the order, so they could only shake their heads and leave, waiting outside the guardianship room. The door slowly closed, and finally a young doctor complained in a low voice, "What is the matter? The dean actually let our doctor leave, leaving behind a magic stick!"

"What does that guy do? God babble, did you hear that? It seems to be the dean's nephew?"

"What about the nephew?" the young doctor said disdainfully: "Now it is a matter of life and death, every minute is critical, not to mention the nephew, even if the son can come back to life?"

"Don't talk about it!"

The old man scolded: "Dean Tang is not that kind of person, he must have his own reasons, don't talk about the leader!"

He looked at his watch and said in a deep voice: "There are still twenty minutes for the directors to arrive, let's start preparing for the operation!"

Everyone nodded and began to prepare for the operation, and the young doctor looked at the door of the monitoring room and said secretly: "Hmph, pretend to be a ghost, and see how you end up in a while?"

Tang Yifeng walked to Wei Dexin's side, looked at his old friend, and asked nervously: "Yiming, I'm going to remove the ventilator, are you ready?"

Wen Yiming nodded, lightly lit the meditation incense, slowly approached the patient's nose, and motioned Tang Yifeng to start.

The old man took a deep breath, his originally nervous mood became soothing and relaxed with the tranquility incense, thinking of the magic of the last incense, his hand became more and more calm, and he gently pulled out Wei Dexin's ventilator.

Wen Yiming brought the incense burner close to the patient, and felt that although the other party's breathing was weak, there was still a smell being inhaled into the nasal cavity, so it was okay, the patient's body was weak, and it was safer to work steadily.

"I ...... Is it there?"

Wei Dexin slowly opened his eyes, his expression was in a trance, and many pictures flashed in his mind, and finally remembered that he was identifying a piece of ancient jade from the Han Dynasty that had just been unearthed, and suddenly his eyes were black and unconscious.

His eyes were gray and the surroundings were shrouded in mist, he struggled to stand up, his whole body was sore, and he looked around with difficulty, empty and silent, as if he had come to a lifeless world.

"Anyone?"

"Is anyone there?"

"Speak! Is there anyone?"

Wei Dexin dragged his heavy body, moved slowly, screamed desperately, and shouted for help, but no matter how he shouted, there was no response around.

There was a dead smell in the air, a disgusting stench, and every breath seemed to be sinful. His head grew heavier and heavier, his body became more sore and weak, the only vitality he had gradually disappeared, and despair invaded his heart little by little, biting at the desire to survive like a poisonous snake.

"No, I can't walk anymore, just close my eyes and lie down for a while!"

"Sleep, sleep, close your eyes!"

"How comfortable and quiet it is, give up!"

The devil's voice kept ringing in his ears, and Wei Dexin became more and more tired, his legs were as heavy as lead, and he had to use all his strength with every step he moved. The eyelids began to fight, and a wave of sleepiness hit like a tide, and consciousness was about to be drowned.

"I can't give up!"

Wei Dexin gritted his teeth and struggled desperately, trying to cheer up, and his intuition told him that once he closed his eyes, he would never wake up!

I don't know how long it was, I don't know how far he went, he struggled forward in the endless fog, and the last bit of faith in survival was almost gone, and suddenly his feet were empty, and his feet kept sinking, as if he was stuck in the swamp quicksand!

"Help me!"

"I don't want to die!"

"Who's going to save me!"

Wei Dexin struggled desperately, trying to climb out with all his might, but the more he struggled, the faster his body sank. The black mist flew into his body, and the stench flooded his consciousness.

"Come on, come on, join us!"

"Retribution, this is retribution! Usually let you dig graves and dig graves, so that we die without a place to bury, today is your end!"

"Hey, hey, come down here and stay with us!"

Wei Dexin was horrified to find that many pairs of ghost hands appeared around him, and the white bones grabbed him and dragged him down. A lot of grimaces flashed in front of him, his face was hideous, his bright red tongue licked himself, and his eyes flashed with bitter hatred, as if he wanted to eat him alive!

"No!"

"I don't want to die!"

Wei Dexin's mind suddenly flashed a glimmer of realization, digging graves and digging graves? Could they be the ancients who had been discovered by archaeology before?

Thinking of this, he was even more frightened, and just wanted to open his mouth to explain, but he was swallowed by the black mist in an instant, and he couldn't say a word. The consciousness gradually disappeared, the body gradually sank, and sank into the endless abyss little by little!