"There is no problem, Meng Li smiled and replied?

The expressions on the faces of Song Xiaoyu and his daughter changed instantly, and this sentence was the most beautiful language I heard in the past two days. However, there must be many questions in it.

"Miss Mengli, where is the tiger's problem?, asked.

"There is blood in his head, which presses on the nerves, so he can't wake up now..." Meng Li said while asking Chou Chou to prepare the silver needle. She was about to start treatment.

"I don't believe you. We have done various tests and have not found any blood stasis!, Sun Shujuan became even more curious when she saw Meng Li's affirmative tone. The machinery and equipment were not found out. This is why did the girl be so sure that there was blood stasis in Song Laohu's head?

"The eyes are the most deceiving people. After a while, you will naturally know.

Please keep quiet during my treatment..."

Sun Shujuan couldn't ask why anymore, so she held her hand tightly and watched Meng Li prepare something. There was sweat in front of her palm, and now all hope was on Meng Li. If Song Laohu couldn't wake her up, she would have to accept a vegetable husband.

Song Xiaoyu felt her mother's nervousness and patted the other person's hand comfortably. In fact, she was also nervous. However, if she was nervous now, then she would be even more nervous, so she could not be nervous, at least on the surface.

After the silver needle was sterilized, Meng Li twisted a silver crack and stood beside the bed.

"Let him lie on the bed and take off his shirt."

Song Xiaoyu and his daughter, Li, actually operated according to Meng Li's requirements. At this time, the doctor was the best and could do whatever he asked him to do.

I have to say that this mother and daughter have a good concentration. I have never asked the question of success rate since the beginning, nor what the consequences would be if I failed.

After doing everything, Song Xiaoyu and his daughter stood aside again.

"Don't be nervous, there will be no danger. However, he will vomit blood later, so it's better to find a basin to pick up the blood in advance!"

After joining the doctor, Meng Li's aura changed completely. As the saying goes, the doctor's parents' hearts, she has the aura of compassionate Guanyin. She twisted the silver crack in her hand and stitched the needle on Song Laohu's back.

In just five minutes, Song Laohu had five needles inserted into his body.

Sweat beads oozing out on her forehead. Don’t think it’s as simple as inserting a few silver needles. It can consume internal energy. This set of needles is called Bian Que’s magic needle and needs to be used with internal energy, so it consumes a lot of damage to the needle recipient.

Li Qianfo was born with a weak constitution and could not practice the internal medicine at all, so he only understood this set of needles but could not use it. Besides, he really had no feelings about medical skills. If he had not been forced by inspiration, he would not have bothered to remember the names of medicines and prescriptions.

Seeing his wife sweating her forehead so tired that she was so tired that she was sweating when she was cured by her illness, she felt really distressed. She took out her handkerchief and walked closer to help her wipe off the sweat from her forehead.

"Why do you want to take a break? The last shot is very important. I think you are too tired." Li Qianfo asked.

Meng Li smiled. The scale was very large, and this kind of smile would only be revealed when facing Li Qianfo. It was worth it to give so much to exchange for her husband's sincere performance.

You should know that Li Qianfo rarely had this or manifestation before. Even if it was related, he would choose to express it in an alternative way, rather than like now. Of course, if this is often done, then Li Qianfo would not be Li Qianfo.

"It doesn't matter. I'm in good condition, but when I'm lucky, my body will get hot and will get better in a while..." Meng Li replied with a smile.

Song Xiaoyu was really curious. Meng Li is Li Qianfo’s sister? Why do you feel like a lover? Why can’t you treat other women so well?

It’s true that women are more than women, and they have to die with a bunch of women.

Meng Li held her breath and concentrated, closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing, then burst out, and inserted the thickest and longest silver needle into the top of Song Laohu's head.

After doing all this, Meng Li did not let go of her hand, but kept holding the silver needle and constantly inputting internal force into it.

With Meng Li's hair, Song Laohu's face became increasingly ugly, and his ordinary face turned into purple, as if he was breathless and was being held in this way.

Meng Li did not stop because she knew that the greater the reaction of Song Laohu, the greater the chance of blood stasis. Now it seems that the effect is very good, and it should be no problem for Song Laohu to wake up.

After another minute, Meng Li let go of her hand and then pulled out all the silver needles on Song Laohu's back.

When she pulled out the last silver needle, Song Laohu suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and the ground was sprayed everywhere.

Ran Zhou's mouth of slightly black blood was not the end, it was just the beginning. Then, not only did he vomit blood from his mouth, but even his nostrils began to bleed.

"Meng Li, sister, why is this happening?" Yu Shujuan's heart was about to reach her throat. This was too terrifying. The blood seemed to be inside Song Laohu's body, and she vomited out in big mouthfuls.

Meng Li had already gotten up earlier, and the person who helped Song Laohu vomit blood was Li Qianfo. Of course, a man would have to do this kind of hard work. He couldn't help with other things, so there was no problem with this simple physical work.

"Don't worry, it's okay when he spits out the blood." Meng Li took the towel handed over by Chou Chou, wiped her hands, and sat aside, waiting for the result.

I said there was no need to worry, but how could Song Xiaoyu and his daughter not worry? How could they vomit blood so much? How much blood is there in the human body?

After vomiting for about a minute, Song Laohu slowly stopped vomiting blood.

Song Xiaoyu quickly washed a towel and wiped off the blood on Song Laohu's face and body. Only then did she realize that Li Qianfo's body was also covered with blood.

"Thousand Buddhas, your clothes are covered with blood. Otherwise, I will wash them for you!,

"It doesn't matter, let's talk about it when I get home! If I take it off now, wouldn't it be exposed? You should take advantage of me again?" Li Qianfo said with a smile.

Song Xiaoyu wrinkled her nose and looked a little naughty. At this time, she was not a teacher, nor did she treat Li Qianfo as a student. They were good friends!

The blood was wiped off and put on Song Laohu's clothes. Meng Li sat back to the edge of the bed and took Su Song Laohu's pulse again.

"The blood stasis has been cleared. In ten minutes, you should be able to wake up... Meng Li put down Song Laohu's wrist and said.

"Really? It's so good. I don't know how to thank you. Thank you!" Song Xiaoyu said to Meng Li very sincerely.

"You're welcome. Just help me take care of Qianfo at school in the future. He is a worry-free child. I can feel relieved if you help me take care of you." Meng Li said with a smile.

Li Qianfo pointed to his nose speechlessly, and felt a little whispering to himself: "I'm not worried?"

It seems that the unscrupulous teacher in front of him is even more worry-free, right?

The condition was relieved and the atmosphere in the ward improved a lot. The tension on the faces of Song Xiaoyu and his daughter disappeared. Now I am waiting for ten minutes to pass.

However, ten minutes passed and Song Laohu did not wake up.
Chapter completed!