Su Qiao frowned, grabbed the man's hand, and pushed him to the wall: "Shut up now, stand over there and don't move."
She just wanted to save people, not to harm anyone, why make it so serious
It was as if she was going to kill someone.
Qi Jinghe didn't expect that she was so strong.
Under her control, they had no power to resist at all.
Regardless of the pain in his back, he looked bloodshot, clenched his fists, and said, "I'm going all out."
"Su, if you dare to do anything wrong, I, Qi Jinghe, will die with you even if I have to sacrifice my life today!"
perish together
Su Qiao rolled her eyes: "You think too much."
"You can't even beat me with one hand."
He looks tall, but in fact he is just a showpiece.
Host, shouldn't you say 'You're overthinking, I just want to save your father'
Isn't she exacerbating the conflict by doing this
When Qi Jinghe heard this, he became even angrier.
Pointing at Su Qiao, anger rolled in his eyes: "You...?"
"Shut up. If you waste any more of my time, your father will be hopeless."
Seeing that the old man was about to roll his eyes, Su Qiao decisively gave him the injection.
In a few breaths, several golden needles appeared on the old man's head.
If you look closely, you can see that the tail of the golden needle is still trembling slightly, making a faint "buzzing" sound.
The old man's face, which had turned purple from holding his breath, immediately felt much better and his breathing became smoother.
"Daddy..."
Qi Jinghe was extremely anxious.
He gritted his teeth and was about to rush over to die with Su Qiao, but a pair of small hands hugged his thighs.
Qi Jinghe was filled with pain, and he held back his sadness as he pulled his hand away: "Xiao Yue, you stay here, Daddy will go save..."
"Dad, look at grandpa, grandpa is fine."
The little guy is as thin as a stick.
On the thin little face, a pair of almond-shaped eyes looked particularly big, and at this moment they were staring at the old man on the bed with curiosity.
Su Qiao glanced at him, sat on the edge of the bed, and concentrated on taking the old man's pulse.
Qi Jinghe rushed over with red eyes, "Dad, how are you?"
"It's all my son's fault. It's all my son's fault. You must hold on. I will carry you to see a doctor right now..."
The old man had now regained his breath and his complexion looked much better.
"Jinghe, Dad is fine. Dad feels much more relaxed in his chest, and it seems that breathing in and out is much smoother."
"Dad, please don't lie to me. It's not worth it for you to suffer such a disaster."
How could Qi Jinghe listen to him
He pushed Su Qiao away, pulled the old man's arm, and was about to carry him on his back.
The old man was also anxious and patted him on the back quickly: "Jinghe, what Dad said is true. Dad is really much better. Put Dad down quickly and stop pressing on Dad's chest."
Su Qiao was afraid of disturbing the golden needles, so he reluctantly removed the six needles that were inserted into various acupuncture points on the old man's head.
He wiped it with his sleeve, temporarily took back the black and gold box, and put it in his arms.
"Drink more hot water and sweat a little. I'll go to the mountain to dig some herbs for you. Drink them for a few days and you'll be fine."
Qi Jinghe put the old man down hesitantly.
Returning to bed, the old man heaved a sigh of relief.
Then he looked at Su Qiao in surprise: "Da Qiao, I didn't expect... I didn't expect you to know medical skills."
"Everyone in the village used to say that your mother was an extraordinary person. Not only was she good at hunting and martial arts, she could also identify a lot of herbs. It turns out to be true."
It seems that the original mother is quite powerful.
Su Qiao analyzed his words carefully and nodded vaguely:
"Well, actually I have been interested in medicine and herbal medicine since I was a child, so I learned a little from my mother."
"Well, I'm going back to the house first. Remember to drink more hot water."
Although he could piece together a general idea after hearing so much, Su Qiao still decided to find an opportunity to sort out his memory first.
She always felt that there was something strange about this world.