She believes that she can do it, she can do it, she must cure Chu Yan anyway.
"Zhi'er, are you okay?" He grabbed her hand and wanted to draw her closer, but as long as the hand was hard, it hurt so badly, and he couldn't exert much effort.
Bai Zhi shook his head, the tears on his face fell on the back of his hand, slightly cool.
"I'm fine, how about you? Does it still hurt?"
Chu Yan grinned, "It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all if you are there."
How can it not hurt, piercing pain.
But this kind of pain was nothing compared to the distress when she saw Bai Zhi lying on the ground covered in blood.
He held her hand and she didn't take it out, looking at each other, one staring blankly, the other with tears in her eyes.
"The emperor didn't do it well, what did you come here to do?" Her voice was low and resentful.
Chu Yan closed his eyes, still smiling at the corners of his lips: "I only wanted to see you, secretly, I miss you so much, I can't control myself, Zhi'er, don't leave me, please. , Don't leave me—"His voice was getting lower and lower, like a dream, before he finished speaking, he fell asleep again.
Feeling the strength of his holding her hand gradually loosening, she hurriedly held him back, "I won't go, I will never leave you again, don't sleep, just wake up."
Chu Yan didn't wake up, with a smile on his lips, wondering if he heard her.
She couldn't help panicking, fingers clasping his pulse, and she could feel his pulse getting weaker and weaker.
"Quickly, get my needle." Bai Zhi shouted.
Xiaoqing quickly fetched her needle kit and helped her spread it flat by the bed.
Bai Zhi quickly pulled out two needles from the needle bag, knowing where the needle was going to be stuck, but couldn't get rid of it.
"I'll do it." A hand suddenly stretched out and took off the two silver needles she held in her hand. "Your hand is shaking like this, how do you get the needle?" Song Lang stuffed a book into her hand. : "You take a break first, I'll give him an acupuncture."
"But you know he now—"
Song Lang cut off her words: "I know, Stimulus, right?"
"Yes, how do you know?" Bai Zhi's hand suddenly stopped shaking, looking at Song Lang in surprise.
This Stimulus Needle Method, but the master’s unspoken secret technique, she also took a lot of effort to learn.
The master's name is Song Zhiyuan, and the master's surname is Song
Is there any connection between them, right
Song Lang smiled and said, "Our fate does not seem simple."
Bai Zhi wanted to ask to understand, it can be seen that he has already started the needle, so he shut his mouth, ask again later, there is a chance.
Stimulating pulse acupuncture is used to stimulate the main acupoints to achieve the purpose of strengthening the pulse. If handled properly, it can bring back the dead.
But not for everyone.
If it is an old man who has run out of oil and the lamp is dry, any method is useless.
After the stitches, Song Lang's clothes were soaked, and the sweat from his forehead kept dripping down, Xiao Qing hurriedly handed over the veil: "Master, wipe it quickly."
Stimulus acupuncture is different from ordinary acupuncture methods. It is fast, accurate, and fierce, otherwise it will not be able to achieve the effect of Stimulus.
Since coming to this world, Bai Zhi has never used this kind of acupuncture. With her current physical fitness, she couldn't do it at all.
Fortunately, Song Lang is here today, otherwise, with her alone, it would be difficult to save Chu Yan's life.
Bai Zhi stepped forward to check and saw that Chu Yan's pulse became stronger and his complexion improved. He was relieved and hurriedly thanked Song Lang.
Song Lang wiped the sweat with one hand, and put the other hand: "You don't have to thank me, I save him, and it's only a favor to him."