The other party has a lot of tubes inserted into his body, and the urine bag in front of his bed is already full, and he hasn't changed it for a long time.

His face was pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and his breathing in front of the moon was very weak.

If there is still a slight ebb and flow there, it is almost indistinguishable from a dead man.

Everything in front of her was reflected in Chen Mengtian's eyes, which made her heart feel a great impact.

Chen Mengtian walked into the room with a very complicated mood, she closed the door casually, and with very light steps, she approached Chu Qingyun step by step, who didn't know whether he was in a coma or sleeping.

Until she stood by the bed, the other party's eyelids didn't move.

Looking at the other party's eyes closed and the oxygen mask on his mouth and nose, Chen Mengtian's heart flashed a trace of throbbing.

She stretched out her hand, picked up Chu Qingyun's hand on the quilt, and pinched his pulse.

The pulse is very weak, and it is in a state of plausibility.

Chen Mengtian gently lowered his hand and looked at his eyelids again.

The pupils in the eyes are dark, and there are some blood streaks spreading from the downturn.

With just the pulse and a simple check, Chen Mengtian knew that Chu Qingyun had not received effective treatment in the past month, and he could only wait for death if he continued.

She took out the gold needle from the space, and just sat on the edge of the bed, the mobile phone in her handbag vibrated loudly.

Chen Mengtian put the gold needle aside and spread it out, and then took out his mobile phone from his handbag.

Seeing that it was the senior's phone, he swiped the screen directly to answer the phone.

"Mengtian, I've searched here, but I haven't found any trace of the Chu family master, how are you doing there?"

Looking at Chu Qingyun, who was lying in front of him and didn't know what was going on, Chen Mengtian said lightly: "I found him, and he is counting the sixth room on my side." ”

"Okay, then I'll come to you."

"Okay."

Hanging up the phone, Chen Mengtian threw the phone aside, she pinched a golden needle and gently pierced Chu Qingyun's eyebrows.

His urine bag, as well as various tubes, and oxygen masks were immediately removed.

After doing all this, Chen Mengtian took out another bottle of spiritual liquid from the space, sent it to Chu Qingyun's mouth, pinched his chin strongly, and poured the spiritual liquid half into his mouth.

Seeing that he couldn't drink it, Chen Mengtian raised his hand vigorously.

I saw that Chu Qingyun's throat moved, and the spiritual liquid left in his mouth was swallowed by him.

As soon as he had done all this, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Just listening to the footsteps, Chen Mengtian knew that it was Luo Yingqi who had arrived.

She didn't look back, picked up two more golden needles and pierced them into Chu Qingyun's head respectively.

The three golden needles fell, and Chu Qingyun's face was no longer as pale as before.

"What does this smell like, and how does it smell good?"

Luo Yingqi walked towards Chen Mengtian and gently sniffed the fragrance in the air.

The smell he smelled was the breath of the Qinglian Spiritual Liquid.

Chen Mengtian didn't answer his question, she pinched two golden needles and pierced them into Chu Qingyun's neck.

These two needles may have been too painful, and Chu Qingyun's eyelids moved.

Luo Yingqi approached and saw Chu Qingyun lying on the bed with many golden needles, with an incredible look in his eyes.

"Senior sister, what are you doing here?"

Although he also knew that Chen Mengtian was studying Chinese medicine, he never knew that she still had this skill.

Chen Mengtian said in a calm voice: "He has a cerebral thrombosis and a stroke, and now he needs to open his blood veins, and the golden needle can absorb the residual filthy qi in his body. ”