The god-level son-in-law of the female president

Thinking of Master Hu Yue, Qin Xue's expression eased a bit.

In addition to the experts from the hospital, Qin Lan invited some masters of traditional Chinese medicine overnight.

Hu Yue is the most famous of them.

He is a senior figure in Jiangcheng's traditional Chinese medicine circle. He has practiced medicine for decades, and the pennants he received can fill a villa.

With him around, the situation shouldn't be any worse.

Qin Xue looked at Ye Huan worriedly: "That's fine, but if something happens to Xixi, I can't spare you!"

Qin Lan smiled and said, "Go and pick up Dad first, he'll be here soon."

Qin Xue nodded, and when she walked past Ye Huan, she secretly pinched Ye Huan's soft flesh.

"Ouch." Ye Huan groaned in pain, "This chick is really wild."

Qin Lan said helplessly, "Xue'er's temper was spoiled by her father, that's all."

Ye Huan smiled bitterly: "Okay, let's go and see Xixi first."

Suddenly, just as Ye Huan finished speaking, the siren of the emergency room suddenly sounded!

Qin Lan's complexion changed, because the siren came from Xixi's ward!

She looked flustered, opened the door and rushed in, Ye Huan also hurried into the ward.

In the ward, the attending doctor was another middle-aged man. Beside him, besides the hospital staff, was an old man in Chinese clothes.

The old man was full of energy, with a long beard and a dignified expression.

Qin Lan walked through the crowd and surrounded him, his face turned pale immediately.

Xixi on the hospital bed had already lost her pulse, and only the siren of the instrument echoed in the room, which made people feel confused.

The doctor in charge held his breath and concentrated on trying all the rescue methods, but Xixi still didn't get any better. .seven

"Xixi!"

Qin Lan's heart ached so much that she lost the strength to stand still, and put her hands against the bedpost, barely avoiding falling.

When the electrocardiogram returned to a straight line, the attending doctor and all the doctors and nurses looked regretful.

Xixi, dead.

"Let me try again!" Hu Yue stepped forward, took a deep breath, picked up the silver needles, and landed on Xixi's acupuncture points one by one.

The attending doctor looked at Hu Yue in awe.

Although they performed an operation on Xixi, the situation was not ideal.

If Hu Yue hadn't used needles to hang Xixi's life, I'm afraid Xixi would have passed away long ago.

Hu Yue's movements are smooth and flowing, trying to inspire a ray of life in Xixi's left back and save Xixi's life.

It's a pity that even if he tried his best, Xixi still didn't respond.

Hu Yue gritted her teeth, her forehead was covered with hot sweat, and she dropped a few more needles, trying to create another miracle.

But when he let go, Xixi remained motionless, her cheeks pale.

Hu Yue sighed: "Old man, there is nothing you can do!"

Seeing that Hu Yue was also helpless, everyone looked lonely and prayed silently for the deceased.

Qin Lan's tears fell patter, her face dull and sad.

Suddenly, she looked at Ye Huan, as if grabbing the last straw.

"Benefactor, save Xixi! Now I can only rely on you!"

Ye Huan nodded solemnly, and pulled out the silver needle bag from his sleeve.

In his opinion, Hu Yue's needlework is really good.

But compared with Jiuyang Xuanhuang Needle, Hu Yue's needling technique is still too superficial, unable to truly condense Xixi's vitality.

"Visceral rupture and bleeding, bones shattered, severe blood loss..."

Relying on the strange operation of Huang Tingjing, Xixi's injury suddenly appeared in Ye Huan's mind.

If he came to treat her yesterday, he would only be able to temporarily solve Xixi's problem now.

But after a night of digestion, Ye Huan has fully adapted to the Huang Ting Jing and gradually mastered the Nine Yang Xuan Huang Needle.

At this moment, he wanted to save Xixi's life without any problem.

But the first step in his treatment was not acupuncture, but using the techniques recorded in the Huang Ting Jing to stimulate Xixi's consciousness.

This technique is exactly the same as yesterday, that is to slap Xixi on the forehead.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The crisp sound, hidden with a strange rhythm, echoed in the ward...