Chapter 127: Protective Posture
Of course, there are also people who are worried about Chen Mengtian.
This person is Jiang Zebei.
He also clearly noticed that Chen Ping was no longer breathing.
Seeing that Chen Mengtian's forehead was sweating quickly, Jiang Zebei's eyes showed complexity.
The person is already dead, and no matter what Chen Mengtian does, it will be difficult to bring him back to life.
But he snatched the person, and this matter didn't involve her.
After all, when he took over Chen Ping, he knew that the person was no longer breathing.
I don't know what kind of entanglement it will be for a while.
Especially not far away, Wang Qin, who is also paying attention eagerly.
There was a hint of expectation in the other party's eyes.
As for what to expect, it's just to let Chen Ping die.
As for Chen Baojie on the side, the other party is a person who has a clear distinction between right and wrong.
Jiang Zebei believes that he will not make any trouble, and Wang Qin should be the most worried.
Seeing that Meng Tian was still desperately pressing Chen Ping's Yuehun mouth, Jiang Zebei couldn't bear it, and bent down to pull her.
Just when his hand touched Chen Mengtian's arms and clothes, Chen Ping moved.
Chen Ping breathed heavily, and his eyes opened slightly.
Seeing this scene, Chen Mengtian knew that he was not getting better, and he still needed to relieve the pain.
At this time, his heart was still aching, as long as he didn't take painkillers and fast-acting heart pills, he would definitely endure the pain all the time, and then he would get sick again.
Chen Mengtian took out the silver needle from his arms, spread the silk cloth on the ground, and pulled out several silver needles with one hand.
She started quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly, and inserted them all into Chen Ping's six pain-relieving acupuncture points.
Chen Ping's face improved significantly.
Chen Mengtian carefully inspected Chen Ping's face in the attention of everyone.
and the position of his left chest.
The other party's heart disease is so serious that it is impossible to cure it even at the modern level of medical care.
In this ancient era, when medical care was poor, there was only waiting for death.
Seeing Chen Ping wake up, Chen Baojie sat on the ground excitedly.
This time he didn't dare touch anyone.
"Dad, you can be regarded as awake, you just scared me to death!"
When Chen Baojie was holding his father, he also noticed that his heartbeat was gradually disappearing.
At that time, he had a bad heart, but he was a little hesitant.
If it weren't for his cousin's timely action, he would have known that he would not have been able to find a doctor.
"It's okay, it's okay......" Chen Ping wanted to raise his hand, but found that he was powerless, so he could only comfort his son.
The surrounding villagers were amazed when they saw this.
This Chen Ping can't do it when he sees it, why is it good for Chen Mengtian to stab a few times.
A few people's brains turned quickly, and they remembered that the ancestor of Chen Ping's family was an imperial doctor.
"When did Little Lady Jiang have such medical skills, I didn't see it on weekdays."
It was the old man Chen diagonally opposite the Jiang family who spoke out.
"Yes, yes, if there is any minor illness or pain in the family in the future, Little Lady Jiang will definitely be rejected."
One voice, many people spoke out.
Of course, some people think that Chen Mengtian is a blind cat who meets a dead mouse.
But many people still speak out with a dispensable mentality.
"I didn't expect that Little Lady Jiang still has such medical skills, if my child is sick, don't refuse."
"Yes, we're all neighbors......"
“……”
Let no one be offended in these days.
Except for the official, it is this doctor.
What people are most afraid of is getting sick, and a single illness can kill people.
Chen Mengtian listened to the people around her, she was dumbfounded.
Seeing this, Jiang Zebei stretched out his hand to pull her up and block her behind him.
His movements and actions are a gesture of protection.