The ghost who was watching the scene of Su Muran's rescue on the stage, couldn't sit still when she saw her apprentice take out the glass trachea and prepare to pierce Zhong Bo's chest, so she ran down in a hurry, squeezed through the crowd, and came to Su Muran's side, watching carefully.

Ghost Youzi suddenly realized Su Muran's explanation, and clapped his hands, "Oh-that's it-"

Su Muran had been focusing on the drainage of blood in the chest, and didn't notice that the ghost ghost was close to him, his sudden clapping and drumming immediately startled her, and her hand slid slightly, and her trachea moved down, almost piercing Zhong Bo's heart.

Black blood mixed with bright red blood gushed out, and Su Muran hurriedly clenched the glass trachea in his hand.

"Master, no matter what happens for a while, you must be calm, huh?" Saying that, Su Muran looked at the ghost ghost.

"Me?"

"Hmm-"

"Okay, okay, you can get it quickly, come back and talk about it as a teacher... Ahem... When you come back, remember to make a report to the teacher. ”

Su Muran: "......"

"Yes, master."

Su Muran retracted his gaze and focused on the clenched glass trachea, "Except for a few people who held Zhong Bo, everyone retreated three meters. ”

"Yes, Senior Sister."

"Huh? Dye'er, what about the teacher? ”

Su Muran's eyes stared at the blood in the trachea that was dark and bright, and the blood was staggered, his eyes did not shift, and his tone was sonorous.

"Stand back."

"I ......"

When Ghost Youzi heard this, Yuan himself immediately half-squatted up, he sprinkled left and right, and finally rolled his eyes, ran to the side, drove away one of the white-clothed young men who pressed Zhong Bo's arm, and sat on Zhong Bo's arm himself.

"Dye'er, you have a great responsibility as a teacher, how can you stand by and watch, I'm here, you can ask for help as a teacher at any time!"

Su Muran: "......"

The master is at this juncture, you still don't forget to show off, I... It's-

"Good! Then trouble the master. ”

"What's polite with the teacher, you're welcome, you concentrate on the actions in your hands, don't say more."

"Hmm-"

Su Muran's lips pursed and nodded slightly.

The white yarn she was holding in both hands was almost dyed black and red, and seeing that the blood gushing up in the tube turned bright red, Su Muran wrapped the white yarn and spun it up, tearing off the glass trachea with blood stains and throwing it aside, and the gloves with rubber gloves held the bottom of the glass trachea inserted in Zhong Bo's chest.

"Hold him down!"

"Yes, Senior Sister."

"Well, sit tight for the teacher."

“......”

"Hmm-ah-"

With Zhong Bo's violent struggle, a stream of blood gushed out, splashing Su Muran's body, and he didn't care about other operations, Su Muran hurriedly closed his eyes and activated his consciousness, took out the white yarn from the spiritual space, and pressed the method to stop Zhong Bo's bleeding.

"Someone is holding his chest for me, I need to keep my hands free."

"Apprentice, I'll come!"

Su Muran turned his head slightly, looked at the ghost and the ghost, and nodded, "Well, okay." ”

The ghost ghost was holding down one of Zhong Bo's arms, and as soon as he got up, Zhong Bo was about to hammer towards his chest because of the pain.

"Master!" Seeing this, Su Muran shouted towards the ghost ghost.

Ghost Youzi's pupils opened slightly, and then he directly stepped on Zhong Bo's raised arm on the ground with a disgusted face.

"Damn, if you want to live, be honest with Lao Tzu!"

Zhong Bo's hands that were trampled on the ground by Ghost Yuzi were originally clenched into fists, but after hearing Ghost Yuko's scolding, he directly changed to the ground.

Su Muran frowned slightly, and began to sympathize with Zhong Bo, "Master, do you want others to help me hold down my chest to stop the bleeding for him?" ”

"No! I said it was me, it was me. ”

Su Muran lowered his eyes and looked at Zhong Bo's hand that was tightly grasping the ground and the green tendons were exposed, and his five fingers rubbed the bleeding hand, "Okay, then trouble the master." ”

After hearing Su Muran's answer, Ghost Youzi's temper obviously decreased, he lightly raised the hand that pressed Zhong Bo's arm, and slowly stepped forward and squatted down to take over Su Muran's operation to stop the bleeding.

Su Muran, who had his free hands, hurriedly got up and walked to Zhong Bo's unpressed arm and put his hand on his pulse.

Smooth blood flow, insufficient qi and blood......

"The poison has been cleared, that is, the blood is deficient and the blood is transfused!"

With the next step, Su Muran pressed his arm with his hand and looked at Zhou Zhongbaiyi, "Come up and help me hold down this arm of his." ”

Everyone in white was silent, their eyes fluttering and cowering at the ghost, and no one stepped forward.

"Master!"

Ghost Yuko frowned slightly, and reluctantly turned his head to glance at a young man in white.

"It's you, didn't you hear what my disciples said?"

The young man in white hurriedly lowered his head and ran forward quickly, pressing Zhong Bo's arm.

Originally, Su Muran planned to give him a direct blood transfusion, and then give him anesthesia and suture the wound, after all, he is now suffering from serious blood loss, and his whole body is white, but Su Muran, who has a strong sixth sense, judged that his current pain is unbearable, and he may have self-harm.

So Su Muran made a decisive decision, she closed her eyes and activated her consciousness, took out an anesthetic from the spiritual space, inserted it into Zhong Bo's body, and then entered the spiritual domain, and quickly tested the blood type with the blood stains on the gloves.

It's O-type! All-purpose blood type!

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Muran began to search for the corresponding blood type in her modern laboratory blood bank, she just thought that if there was no type O blood, she could use other blood types instead, and opened the blood in the cold storage, and at a glance, it was full of O blood, O blood, and O blood......

what？ Could it be that the spiritual space is a conscious individual?

Forget it, human life is at stake!

Without having time to think about it carefully, Su Muran took the O type blood out of the spiritual realm, and the skillful needle liquid entered the body, holding the blood bag high in one hand.

"Here's someone to help me carry the blood bag."

Everyone present was already stunned when they saw Su Muran's operation, and they all wondered what she was doing, what was it?

Su Muran, who had waited for a while, still didn't see anyone to take over, and just when she wanted to raise her eyes to look at Zhou Zhong's white clothes, a tall shadow suddenly appeared in front of her, with a very close body temperature behind her, and a big hand above also took over the blood bag.

"Mu Ran, I'll come."

Su Muran was slightly stunned, she turned around and looked up at the person behind her, but when she entered the eaves, she saw a person with sharp edges and corners, white skin in the snow, a warm complexion, and a slight face.

"Brother Nangong?"

"Uh-me, Muran."

A smile rippled slightly on her face, and as soon as she opened her mouth to say something, she suddenly remembered that he seemed to arrive in the valley at noon, and she couldn't help but have doubts on her face.

"Brother Nangong, didn't you say in the letter that there was a delay on the way, and you would only arrive in the valley at noon?"