After I got into the drama, I led the plot astray

After Zheng Xian drank Ma Fei San, he soon fell into a coma.

Zheng Xian was lying flat. I asked Doctor Sun to lift up his shirt and told him the locations where the needles would be inserted. Doctor Sun seemed to listen very seriously, but he was thinking in his heart, "God bless Ah Man so that he can finish the acupuncture and never need to use me."

Then I asked Wei Yi to bring a large face plate. I held Zheng Xian's left hand and pricked each of his five fingers with a needle. Soon a drop of blood rolled out of the needle hole.

I put my hands on my face and said to Wei Yi, "Chief Steward Wei, you have to keep a close eye on His Majesty's fingers. The blood cannot flow too fast or too quickly. If the black blood stops flowing, you must tell me so that the bleeding can be stopped in time. Also, prepare some food and a pot of ginseng chicken soup. If I run out of energy, I can eat some food to restore my strength."

Wei wrote down everything, turned around and went out to ask people to prepare food.

Seeing that everything was ready, I picked up the silver needle bag and walked up to Zheng Xian. Zheng Xian's chest had been wiped with white wine by Doctor Sun. I pulled out the needle, condensed the white light on the needle, and gently pierced Zheng Xian's chest.

As soon as the first needle was injected, Zheng Xian reacted. His eyelids trembled, his body shook slightly, and black blood beads immediately rolled out of the five needle holes on his left hand.

I took the second, third, and fourth injections without hesitation...

When the 72nd needle was inserted, the black blood flowing out of the five needle holes on Zheng Xian's fingers had already formed into lines like raindrops. I quickly sealed the needle holes on Zheng's fingers with white light, and then used the needle to prick Zheng Xian's right hand to slow down the blood flow.

After treating Zheng Xian's fingers, I started acupuncture again.

When the 90th needle was given, my eyes were black, my body was shaky, and my strength was severely overdrawn. I had to stop, drink two bowls of hot chicken soup, and eat a few snacks. Only then did I feel alive again.

Zheng Yan looked at my pale face, wiped my sweat and asked, "Ah Man, can you still hold on?"

My hands were shaking a little, and I stuffed some snacks into my mouth while mumbling, "It's okay, there are only 18 needles left, I'll try to finish them all at once."

Not only did I lose a lot of strength, but I also had very little white light left. If I didn't even have the white light to save my life, with my unlucky physique, getting hurt would be more common than eating, so wouldn't I just be waiting to die?

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little selfish and didn't want to use all the white light on Zheng Xian.

But Zheng Xian's body was like a tattered cloth bag. If Bai Guang didn't repair it this time, he might not live for more than two years.

I was struggling with this when Doctor Sun, who had been guarding Zheng Xian, suddenly called out, "Ah Man, come quickly. He's shaking all over."

When I heard this, I immediately dropped my bowl of soup and snacks and rushed over. Sure enough, I saw Zheng Xian twitching all over. It was obvious that the acupuncture time was too long, and the qi and blood were flowing backwards.

I quickly held Zheng Xian's hand, and the white light instantly flowed into Zheng Xian's body, calming the reverse flow of blood in his body. At this time, I no longer dared to think about keeping the white light.

I have recovered some of my strength now, so I should be able to continue giving acupuncture to Zheng Xian.

I had no other thoughts and quickly gave Zheng Xian an acupuncture injection. While doing so, I guided a white light to flow inside Zheng Xian's body. Gradually, Zheng Xian stopped twitching and some color appeared on his face.

It was very difficult to give these eighteen injections. Fortunately, I ate something and regained some strength, otherwise I would not have been able to give any of the injections.

But when I gave the last eight needles, only a strand of white light as thin as a hair remained. I still wanted to use my last bit of strength to finish the eight needles, but my physical and internal strength were exhausted. I fell limply to the ground, and my hand holding the silver needle was shaking all the time. I almost vomited blood and fainted.

Zheng Yan and Doctor Sun were frightened when they saw me like this, and quickly helped me up and sat me on a stool.

I handed the silver needle in my hand to Doctor Sun and said, "Doctor Sun, I really tried my best. The remaining eight needles are up to you."

Doctor Sun also saw that I had tried my best. If I continued to hold on, I'm afraid both Zheng Xian and I would be in danger of our lives.

Doctor Sun thought of this, gritted his teeth, took the silver needle, and said, "Then let me do it for you."

Doctor Sun walked up to Zheng Xian with a silver needle and asked, "Where should I insert the needle?"

With the help of Zheng Yan, I walked to Doctor Sun and pointed to the location where the needles should be inserted. Doctor Sun had no internal force and no white light, so it was just ordinary acupuncture, which did not consume much of his physical strength, so the eight needles were completed quickly.

After the acupuncture, I saw that the blood flowing from Zheng Xian's finger was already bright red. I quickly used the remaining white light to stop the bleeding for him, and then instructed Doctor Sun to start removing the needle.

The order of removing the needles cannot be wrong, so Doctor Sun removed them very slowly, and it took him a full quarter of an hour to finish.

After removing the needles, Doctor Sun was so tired that he was sweating profusely, and his underwear was soaked with sweat.

When Doctor Sun was removing the needles, I was eating and directing him. When he finished, I asked him with concern, "The chicken soup is still hot, would you like to have a sip?"

Doctor Sun rolled his eyes at me, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said, "Your Majesty is still naked, and you are just focusing on eating."

Doctor Sun realized he had said something wrong after he finished speaking and quickly glanced at Zheng Yan. But Zheng Yan had no time to pay attention to Doctor Sun. He was busy handing me food. Sometimes, when he saw me eating with relish, he would secretly put a piece of dessert in my mouth, thinking it tasted really good. In the end, I was only half full, while Zheng Yan's stomach was full.

Doctor Sun rolled his eyes at the two of us, turned around helplessly, carefully dressed Zheng Xian, covered him with a quilt, and carefully held Yong. He found that Yong's heart was beating steadily and there should be nothing serious. Then he sat next to me, poured himself a bowl of chicken soup, and drank it in big gulps.

Wei Yi stepped forward and took a look at Zheng Xian. He found that Zheng Xian's eyes were closed and his face had turned pale due to excessive blood loss. So he walked up to Doctor Sun and asked, "May I ask how your Majesty is doing now?"

Doctor Sun stuffed a piece of jujube kernel cake into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it before saying, "General Manager Wei shouldn't ask me, he should ask Ah Man."

Wei Yi was so angry at Doctor Sun that his chest tightened, but he couldn't do anything about him, so he turned around and asked me, "Ah Man, how is His Majesty now?"

I waved my hands and said, "It's okay. Just take some blood-replenishing soup every day."

Wei Yi was delighted and asked, "Is the poison in your Majesty completely cured?"

I shook my head and said, "Your Majesty, the poison has penetrated deep into your bones and cannot be cured."

Before I could finish, Wei Yi couldn't help but ask, "Can't solve it? Then what's the point of you working so hard for so long?"

I couldn't help but glare at him and said, "How is it useless? If I hadn't used the white light to detoxify your Majesty, your Majesty could have died at any time. Now that most of the toxins in your Majesty's body have been discharged, and if you take some detoxifying and blood-nourishing medicine, you can at least spend two or three years in peace. How dare you say that it didn't work?"