The reason why sperm blood is called sperm blood is because this type of blood stores a lot of energy in the human body. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info energy, it sounds like an ethereal thing, but in fact it is a real thing. It is generally known that the energy is focused on the brain, but the premise is not to forget that the blood in the brain also flows from the heart. Therefore, the essence and blood are contained in the heart.

In the quiet bamboo house, there was a heavy wheezing sound from He Yongsheng. Don't think about it here, the wheezing is heavy, but it's not tired, it's painful.

As drops of sperm blood flowed out of the body, I don't know if it was an illusion or because of the night, He Yongsheng could really feel a chill coming from his body and limbs. The eyelids are even more like a 10,000-ton scale, and they can't be opened at all. However, the intense pain from the mouth of his heart has been stimulating his nerves, which has become the biggest support for him not to sleep.

He Yongsheng bit the tip of his tongue to sober himself up a bit, then lowered his pale face and glanced at the white porcelain bowl under his heart with a dull look.

Blood drips slowly, so it takes a few minutes for only one or two drops to drop. For this speed, although He Yongsheng was not satisfied in his heart, he did not dare to speed up. The faster the drip, the bigger the opening in the heart, and the bigger the opening, the higher the danger. However, if you slow down, the danger is greatly reduced, but the pain is doubled. At the same time, in order to prevent the wound from coagulation, the bamboo stick cannot be pulled out, and it must be inserted into the heart all the way, which increases the pain.

Medicine, this is nothing new. However, taking pills still requires medicine to lead, and it is the first time He Yongsheng has heard it. Of course, He Yongsheng has not really seen the word elixir except for seeing it in the novel before. Because I don't know, I don't have confidence in my heart. If you don't have confidence in your heart, then you can only do as well as possible. And He Yongsheng's method of introducing this medicine is much simpler, that is, to put more essence blood, more is better than less!

An hour passed, and He Yongsheng kept this action motionless.

Two hours had passed, and He Yongsheng's face was already bloodless and pale.

Three hours later, He Yongsheng's legs shook slightly. The long flowing black hair that was originally black appeared at this time......

"Hoo ......"

He Yongsheng exhaled cautiously, and then put the white porcelain bowl in his hand on the stool on the side as if it were a machine. The right hand groped even more, trying to pull out the bamboo stick little by little.

It's easy to please God, and it's hard to send God, and it's very simple to insert a small bamboo stick with its sharpness. However, at this time, there is already a thick layer of plasma around the bamboo sticks, and the plasma has coagulated in some places. Blood is connected to flesh, and flesh is connected to tendons. At this time, the small bamboo stick seemed to have become a part of He Yongsheng's body, and every time he pulled it out, it seemed that he would strip his life out of his body.

Slowly, the little bamboo stick left He Yongsheng's heart little by little. Just after leaving at the last point, He Yongsheng collapsed directly on the ground. Although I was tired, I was more than happy. Fortunately, this small opening is not big, and as soon as the bamboo skewer is separated from the body, the plasma then seals the wound.

But now is not the time for him to rest. He suddenly remembered that it seemed that a long time had passed, what should I do with the medicine on the small stove?

Being frightened like this, He Yongsheng's face turned even paler. The body was agitated, and then he jumped up and walked directly towards the place of the small stove. When I got there, I couldn't help but feel a wave of surprise. The decoction in the crockpot is not pasted, but is wrapped in a turquoise film, which looks very beautiful at night.

In a hurry, He Yongsheng's remaining bowl of decoction of almost a bowl of water was poured into a clean white porcelain bowl. After cooling for a while, and feeling that the temperature was about the same, He Yongsheng hurriedly picked up the bowl and walked towards Zhang Yan.

To be honest, He Yongsheng didn't have much confidence in the bowl of Dantang he made. However, the arrow was ready to fly, and it had to be sent. What's more, there is no other way to use it other than the one in front of you. In that case, drink over there!

This bowl of Dan soup must be very bitter, although He Yongsheng didn't drink it, he could still analyze it by looking at the changes in Zhang Yan's expression. Although Zhang Yan was still in a coma, after the Dantang was swallowed, his face was obviously much bluer, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

Although it is bitter, the effect is obvious. After a bowl of Dan soup, Zhang Yan's face looked much better than before, and he was no longer as pale as he was just now. Moreover, I don't know if it is He Yongsheng's illusion, he only feels that sitting next to Zhang Yan, it seems that he can feel the feeling of the breeze blowing in the depths of the dense forest, fresh and cool, this feeling is very wonderful, as if someone is calming your soul and urging you to sleep quickly.

What is the efficacy of the real four-pin pill Guyuan Pill, He Yongsheng has not seen it. The bowl of Dan soup he made by himself intuitively told him that he succeeded this time, or perhaps, this was the Guyuan Dan that Lin Bufan was talking about.

However, seeing that Zhang Yan still had no signs of waking up, He Yongsheng knew that it was time to take the medicine. Only after the medicine has been quoted can the medicinal effect in the Dan Tang be truly brought out, so that it can be used all over Zhang Yan's body.

Reaching out and taking the small white porcelain bowl that was placed on the stool to hold the essence blood, He Yongsheng hesitated for a moment, but still learned the use of the Dan soup just now, and prepared to give Zhang Yan all the essence and blood of this small bowl.

It is also strange to say, it lasted for several hours, and when He Yongsheng took these essence blood into his hands, the blood was still warm, and it seemed to be no different from what had just been released from his body.

This may be where the magic of essence blood lies, right? Smiling, He Yongsheng raised the bowl, no longer hesitated, and let Zhang Yan drink it all.

What should be done, He Yongsheng has already done it, whether it is successful or not, then it can only depend on creation. He Yongsheng is a human being, just an ordinary person, perhaps the greatest use is that he can cure a few diseases, and therefore, all he can do is do his best, and he can't control reincarnation and life and death like a god. Then, the next thing is to wait.

After a whole night of tossing, He Yongsheng solved the four-grade Guyuan Pill that should be found, and He Yongsheng also did it. Now he is going to rest, and during this time, from seeing a doctor to Brother Lin to Brother Zhang's illness, he has been in a state of high mental tension. Although he is still worried about Brother Zhang's situation now, after being unable to do anything, physical and mental fatigue creeps into his heart.

Finally, he glanced at Zhang Yan again and smiled, He Yongsheng lay on the side of Zhang Yan's bed and closed his eyes.

I don't know how long I slept this night, in short, He Yongsheng slept very unsteadily, and the figure of Zhang Yan, who had been wandering in his mind. However, Zhang Yan in the dream was snow-white and calm, and finally only said a word to him, then closed his eyes, and his figure disappeared.

"Brother He, this matter has nothing to do with you, it is my own willingness......"

Zhang Yan's words echoed in He Yongsheng's ears, and He Yongsheng wanted to call vigorously, but his voice seemed to be restricted, and he couldn't make a sound.

After a while, a goose-yellow blurred figure appeared in his dream, what is this?

"Eternal life, don't blame yourself, let Brother Zhang go with peace of mind!"

"Don't, don't ......"

He Yongsheng woke up from his dream violently, and then a cold sweat covered his forehead.

It turned out that it was just a dream! Seeing that there was a lot of light outside, by the way, how is Brother Zhang?

He Yongsheng looked at Zhang Yan expectantly, but the reality is often ruthless. Zhang Yan, who was lying on the bed, still maintained the same appearance as last night, without any change.

"Alas......"

A sigh seemed to narrate the helplessness in He Yongsheng's heart. Is it all in vain? Or is it something wrong with you?

"Hiss......"

He Yongsheng, who was deep in thought, was startled by the sudden faint voice, but after he reacted, there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart. This, isn't this the voice of Brother Zhang?

"Brother Zhang, how are you? Are you awake, how are you feeling?"

A series of questions were thrown, and He Yongsheng completely leaked the worry about Zhang Yan in his heart.

As if sensing something, Zhang Yan opened his eyes tremblingly, glanced at He Yongsheng slightly, and then showed an ugly expression. It's strange, it looks as ugly as if you've just eaten half a fly and the rest of it is still in your hand.

He Yongsheng was shocked when he saw Zhang Yan like this. I've just woken up, so I'm not going to faint like this again, is ......it? Back to light?

Thinking of this, He Yongsheng hurriedly stepped forward and said to Zhang Yan as if pleading: "Brother Zhang, don't scare me! I'm young, don't scare me, you can do well, don't close your eyes, okay?"

It seemed that He Yongsheng's words had an effect, Zhang Yan's lips squirmed a few times, but because the voice was too small, He Yongsheng didn't hear it.

What the hell is going on? Is Brother Zhang explaining what happened in the future?

He Yongsheng leaned his ear against Zhang Yan's mouth, and prepared to meet Zhang Yan's last words with a heavy heart. However, things are often far from what we see.

"Arm, broken arm......"

After He Yongsheng heard this, his body was like a raccoon cat, and he jumped directly high. What's going on? The dying man is still joking? But it seems that he really sat on something just now......

After more than 100 catties of meat left, Zhang Yan's arm finally regained his freedom. Although his body is still very weak, his arm is bleeding again, so cool!

"Brother Zhang, don't you have to die?" He Yongsheng's voice choked and asked this idiot-like topic.

However, the two of them stood and lay down, and neither of them felt that there was anything wrong. Isn't this life in your own hands?