Chapter 49 is Chen Feng's treatment

Chen Xian told Chen Yu about the fact that he was injured by an unemployed person, and his blood activated the sword-shaped jade pendant left by the ancestor of the Chen family, obtained the inheritance of the sword god, and then embarked on the path of cultivation.

"How does that sound like writing?"

When Chen Yu heard this, he looked at Chen Xian with a suspicious face.

Chen Yu knew the sword-shaped jade pendant, and he also brought it when he was a child.

Chen Feng originally passed the sword-shaped jade pendant to him first, but later he disliked that carrying the jade pendant around his neck was too much of a hindrance, so he let Chen Xian take it.

Chen Xian said that this sword-shaped jade pendant contained the inheritance left by the ancestor of the Chen family, and Chen Yu didn't believe it at all in his heart.

Now it's the 21st century, it's about science, who still believes in the words of those strange powers and ghosts?

Chen Xian couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he saw that Chen Yu didn't believe what he said, it seemed that if he didn't show some real skills, Chen Yu would not agree to him to save Chen Feng.

Thinking of this, Chen Xian no longer hesitated, he pinched the law to interfere with the monitoring in the ward, so that the monitoring could not shoot the next picture.

Then, Chen Xian closed the door of the ward and locked it to prevent someone from suddenly breaking in and interfering with his plan.

"Chen Xian, what are you doing here?"

Chen Yu saw Chen Xian's strange behavior and wondered.

"Brother, the next scene will be beyond your imagination, don't be surprised, don't scream. ”

Chen Xian's face was solemn, and he said seriously.

"Fireball. ”

Chen Xian let out a low snort, he quickly pinched the spell mark with both hands, the sword spirit in his body was decisively running, and the sword yuan power quickly gathered at his fingertips.

Disheveled.

At Chen Xian's fingertips, a fist-sized fireball quickly condensed into shape.

The small fireball burned with blazing flames and floated in mid-air, causing the temperature in the ward to rise by several degrees.

"This, this, this. ”

When Chen Yu saw this scene, his eyes were about to pop out.

"Chen Xian, you're performing magic tricks, aren't you?"

Chen Yu was a little dumbfounded, feeling his mouth dry, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

It's just fantastic!

Is this immortal magic? Immortal magic that only exists on TV or in China?

"Brother, this is a first-level spell fireball technique. ”

Seeing this, Chen Xian smiled slightly and said.

With a wave of his right hand, Chen Xian dispersed the small fireball floating in mid-air, and then he made a move towards a hospital bed in the ward.

The next second, a miracle happened.

Without anyone touching it, the bed floated up and floated in mid-air, as if someone was holding the bed.

"This, this, this. ”

Chen Yu's eyes were round, and his mouth was wide open, as if an egg could be stuffed into it.

"Chen Xian, how did you do this? This is amazing, isn't it?"

Chen Yu looked at Chen Xian with a curious look in his eyes, and he asked in surprise.

"Brother, this is the art of controlling things, relying on divine consciousness to drive, you can control objects from a long distance. ”

When Chen Xian heard this, he knew that Chen Yu already believed what he said, and he smiled slightly.

Then, with a wave of his right hand, Chen Xian slowly lowered the hospital bed from mid-air to the ground.

Chen Xian decided to give Chen Yu another heavy blow until Chen Yu believed him completely.

"Here comes the sword!"

Chen Xian's face was solemn, and in a pair of eyes as black as ink, it seemed that two purple rays were emanating, and a faint purple glow emanated from his body, and he held the sword finger in his right hand and said in a low voice.

Airplanes!

In the hospital room, a sharp sword roar sounded.

The Immortal Slashing Sword flew out from the dantian in Chen Xian's body, flying and circling around his body.

"This, this, this. ”

Chen Yu was completely stunned when he saw this dreamlike scene in front of him.

He pointed to the sword that was flying and circling in the ward, and he was speechless for a while.

"Brother, this is my natal spirit sword, slash immortals!"

With a wave of the sword finger in Chen Xian's right hand, he controlled the Immortal Slashing Sword to fly and hover in the ward.

At the tip of the Immortal Slashing Sword, the sharp sword that spits endlessly makes people shudder.

"Chen Xian, I believe what you said is true, this sword is too dangerous, you quickly put it away, in case the things in the ward are damaged, it will not be good. ”

Seeing this, Chen Yu broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, and the Immortal Sword brought him great pressure.

Chen Yu hurriedly asked Chen Xian to put it away, in case he accidentally injured someone, it would be miserable.

"Okay, brother. ”

Hearing this, Chen Xian nodded, and he put the Immortal Sword into the dantian.

"Brother, there is medical knowledge in the Sword God Inheritance I obtained, and I also know a little bit about it, there should be a way to eliminate the bruise in Dad's head and let Dad wake up from his coma. ”

Chen Xian walked to Chen Feng's hospital bed, he looked at Chen Feng's unconscious appearance, his face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice.

"Chen Xian, are you sure?"

When Chen Yu heard this, his eyes lit up and he asked.

Chen Feng's attending doctor has already said that Chen Feng is not suitable for surgery, and can only wait for a miracle to let the bruise in his head dissolve by itself, but this probability is less than one percent.

In other words, Chen Feng is likely to become a vegetative person and lie in a hospital bed for the rest of his life.

"Five points of certainty, even if it fails, it will only be good for Dad, and there will be no harm. ”

Chen Xian thought for a moment, and he replied.

"Chen Xian, just let it go, I support you. ”

Hearing this, Chen Yu did not hesitate, he immediately nodded in agreement.

Since the failure of treatment would not cause any serious consequences, how could Chen Yu refuse Chen Xian's attempt to treat Chen Feng?

If he succeeds, won't Chen Feng be able to wake up and not have to lie in bed for the rest of his life?

"Brother, thank you. ”

Seeing this, Chen Xian said gratefully.

If Chen Yu didn't support it, Chen Xian would not have had the opportunity to treat Chen Feng.

"Chen Xian, what are you thanking for, of course I also hope that Dad can get better soon. ”

When Chen Yu heard this, he couldn't help but blame.

Chen Xian listened to Chen Feng's words, and immediately became embarrassed, because he thought Chen Yu too badly. He smiled awkwardly.

I saw that Chen Xian took out a pair of silver needles from his pocket that had been prepared a long time ago.

Chen Xian took a deep breath, he slowly closed his eyes and concentrated.

Suddenly, Chen Xian opened his eyes, and his hands reached out like lightning.

Boom, boom, boom.

A stream of silver light streaked through the air and landed on Chen Feng's head.

In just a few seconds, Chen Feng's head was pierced with seven silver needles.

The slender tail of the needle, which vibrates slightly, emits a low humming sound.

Chen Xian's hands were stretched out in mid-air, and the sword yuan force in his body entered Chen Feng's body along the silver needle, converging on Chen Feng's head, slowly consuming the blood in Chen Feng's head.

Time passed, minute by minute, Chen Xian's face turned red, his forehead was covered with sweat, and the clothes behind his back were also soaked with sweat, obviously it was not easy to treat Chen Feng.

Because the blood congestion was in the central nervous system of Chen Feng's brain, Chen Xian needed to expend a lot of divine consciousness and sword yuan power to dissolve the blood congestion with the most accurate scale to avoid harming Chen Feng's brain.