Duan Tian rushed to the wing room in a whirlwind, he wanted to check the specific situation as soon as possible, Wang Shumin did not understand the medical path, and it was easy to express himself unclearly in a panic.

Duan Buji's situation is not very optimistic.

Originally, Duan Fuji's state during this period was quite stable, although there was no sign of waking up, but every physical characteristic was under Duan Tian's attention, which was very normal, and in some physical conditions, Duan Tian even felt that Duan Fuji was more vigorous than him.

It's just that I don't know for what reason, Duan Buji just couldn't wake up, and he fell asleep so smoothly.

But now, the situation has suddenly changed a lot, even more serious than when Yang Yingying took him to the hospital.

I saw Duan Buer's brows tightly locked, his whole body stiff, his hands and feet twitching involuntarily, and the show was like a good experience.

Duan Tian's brows suddenly furrowed, and his heart suddenly hung up.

He reached out and touched Duan Buji's forehead, and then immediately let go.

"It's hot!"

Duan Tian only felt that his hand was not touching a person, but directly on the edge of a stove.

Duan Tian didn't dare to slack off, and after he hurriedly disinfected himself, he began to check Duan Fuji's pulse.

Like his forehead, Duan Buer's wrist was so hot that he almost couldn't hold it, but Duan Tian didn't look like he wanted to open it this time. He exerted a slight force to control Duan Bu and not let him beat so much, and then closed his eyes and carefully felt the pulse.

At this time, the guests on the outside of the medical hall all came towards this side.

It is impossible for everyone to go in, the wing room is very small, and it can only accommodate Siqu, Hu Shilin, Sun Sixian, and Bazel, and even Qu Feibai and Su Lixuan, the two junior doctors, were directly glared out by the two old men.

Yang Yingying and Jing Jiangxue also chased here at this time, and the two of them did not go in, but accompanied Wang Shumin on the left and right.

After a while, Bao Qiuyue also came over.

As soon as Wang Shumin saw Bao Qiuyue, she couldn't suppress her emotions anymore, and suddenly hugged her and cried.

The tiger girl still wanted to get inside, but there was no room anymore, so she could only stand outside the door and look in.

But in addition to a few doctors, there was one exception, and everyone didn't know when she arrived, it seemed that it was Duan Tian's front and back feet, and it was the eighth prince in white.

Several doctors watched dumbfounded, but none of them stepped forward, they didn't think that their medical skills could be better than Duan Tian's, the reason why several people gathered here was just to help Duan Tian as much as they could.

After about a minute, Duan Tian finally put down Duan Bu's second-hand, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't figure it out.

In the room, although there were ten people, there was no sound at all at this time, it was very quiet, so quiet that only the faint friction sound of Duan Fuji's twitching body on the bed could be heard.

After searching through all the countless ancient medical prescriptions and clinical phenomena in his mind, Duan Tian finally had some ideas, although he didn't dare to confirm it, but he had to do something.

He couldn't just watch his father lie there in such pain.

Duan Tian's expression was solemn, and as soon as he stretched out his hand to take the silver needle that Qu Shou had prepared a long time ago, he pierced Duan Buer's body one by one.

Compared with the light wind and the falling needles like the wind in the medical hall during normal hours, Duan Tian's current situation is like an apprentice's first needle.

Cherished, nervous, slow, every time a needle is applied, Duan Tian has to do a short or long stay, after carefully observing Duan Buer's situation, he will pick up another silver needle again, think carefully and then slowly fall down another acupuncture point.

More than a dozen stitches fell, Duan Buer's brows finally had a relaxed look, his pale face gradually became a little ruddy, the limbs that twitched like zombies just now gradually softened, and a trace of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

It was as if he was the one who applied the needle, and went through a very intense operation.

Duan Tian took a towel from Bazel's hand, carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead and arms, and then reached out to probe his forehead again.

Eventually, the body temperature has returned to normal.

Seeing Duan Tian here, the hearts of several doctors next to him were slightly relaxed, and everyone couldn't help but exhale softly.

However, just when Duan Tian was about to exhale a breath often, Duan Buer, who had already quieted down, suddenly reacted again.

It was as if a person had dreamed of something very terrifying in his sleep, Duan Buer's eyes were closed, his brows were tightly locked, and his hands and feet were once again swinging uncontrollably.

"Dad!"

Duan Tian's heart, which had not yet been put down, was lifted again in an instant, as if it was about to jump out of his throat at any time.

He forcibly calmed himself down, and any panic now could cost Duan Fuji's life.

He bit his lip desperately, his lip burst, and the blood fell down drop by drop, but he didn't react at all.

"What the hell is the problem?"

Duan Tian asked himself again and again in his heart, judging from Duan Buji's clinical manifestations and the fever just now, there was absolutely no problem with his diagnosis and treatment just now.

But why is this happening?

Duan Tian felt that this was the most difficult situation he had encountered since his debut, but he never imagined that this patient was still his father

It was too much of a test of his mentality.

"I'm coming!"

However, just when Duan Tian felt that he had adjusted his state and wanted to give Duan Buji an injection treatment again, the Eighth Prince, who had been standing quietly in the corner, suddenly spoke.

Almost at the same time as the voice sounded, she was already moving.

With a shake of his body, he first slapped Duan Tian lightly on the back, Duan Tian only felt a strong and incomparably strong force fill his limbs in an instant, and his originally restless heart and soul also quieted down in an instant.

Then the Eighth Prince no longer paid attention to Duan Tian's situation, and his body moved again and appeared beside Duan Buer.

He stretched out his palm and put Duan Buji's palm together, and then the internal force spat out through the palm of his hand.

"Whoosh ......"

Duan Tian had just spent an hour on the silver needle, and the silver needle inserted by the needle was forced out by the Eighth Prince like rain.

The Eighth Prince's control of his strength could almost be called handy, and more than a dozen silver needles burst into the small room, each of which was jumping and stumbling around, making jingling and other unsimulating sounds, but none of the silver needles fell on anyone.

He perfectly avoided people who might be attacked.

After the last silver needle flew out, the Eighth Prince's shot was like electricity, and he quickly clicked a few times on several big points on Duan Buer's body, and then saw Duan Buer, who was originally lying on the bed, sit up suddenly.

Of course, he was still in a coma.

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