Yi Qingwu arrived at the room and frowned at Ling Fei's condition: "It seems to be very serious."

At this moment, there was only Yan Ruyu in the room, and everyone else was called out by her to make sure to keep the outside and nothing could interfere with Ling Fei.

"Miaoxin is rushing here, I don't know when I will come."

Yan Ruyu said, "Ling Fei is too seriously injured."

"Try it."

Yi Qingwu sat down next to Ling Fei.

“Try it?

you?"

Yan Ruyu was slightly stunned.

Yi Qingwu glanced at Yan Ruyu and said, "I understand a little bit."

Yan Ruyu was surprised: "I have never heard you say it."

"After all, I was born in the Yi family."

Easy to dance.

Yan Ruyu thought about it again and again, as the first medical family, the Yi family has its own medical skills.

In recent years, the Yi family must have collected a lot of medical books and wanted to restore their past glory.

In recent years, it has developed rapidly and has enough capital to collect what they want.

Yi Qingdan is a wise man, and he is involved in hundreds of schools of thought, and he will definitely have some understanding of medical skills.

With her outstanding talent, if she has some research, she will definitely be less than a big difference.

Although Yi Qingwu has been busy with company matters in recent years, it is possible to read medical books in her spare time.

Yi Qingwu stepped forward and lifted the quilt and found that Yan Ruyu had a simple bandage on Ling Fei's chest.

She started to do the examination...                                                                                                                            

Easy to dance strangely.

"What's wrong?"

Yan Ruyu asked.

"Ling Fei has no bullets on his body, he took them out when he was healing."

Easy to dance.

Yan Ruyu thought of the scene where Ling Fei dealt with his shoulder wound, and directly broke the wound with a sword and forced it out! “In this way, Qingwu has nothing to help.”

Yi Qingwu shook her head, she just knew some simple operations.

Yes, surgery! The Yi family lost the most important Biluoming heart hand, and later developed it with the medical skills of combining Chinese and Western medicine.

The traditional Chinese medicine family kept their medical skills confidential. The Yi family was in decline at that time. Who would be willing to help him in this regard?

There is no way, the Yi family can only absorb Western medicine for joint research.

Therefore, what Yi Qingwu has come into contact with in the family is about this.

"Ling Fei's current situation still needs Miaoxin to treat it."

Easy to dance.

"Is that true?"

Yan Ruyu was not too disappointed. Yi Qingwu was not a doctor.

While chatting, I suddenly heard something from outside. The door was pushed open and I saw Qin Miaoxin carrying the medicine box! “Miaoxin! You are here! Hurry.”

Yan Ruyu hurriedly said.

Qin Miaoxin nodded, took two steps in three steps, and sat down next to Ling Fei.

After a little check, he explored Ling Fei's pulse and heartbeat, breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face: "This guy is a little strong man. Although the wound seems serious, it is not fatal. The amount of blood loss is fine. He has done it himself."

It seems that Ling Fei is serious to others, but Qin Miaoxin seems that this situation is nothing at all.

Different medical skills can see different results.

This situation is not serious for Qin Miaoxin.

Yan Ruyu and Yi Qingwu were relieved when they heard this, and Qin Miaoxin's words were trustworthy.

Qin Miaoxin began to deal with the wound and pursed her lips: "Every time I see him, I am injured, and it's normal for a few days."

When Yan Ruyu thought, it seemed that this was true, and it was the same in Dongying last time.

Qin Miaoxin treated Ling Fei for an hour before stopping. She could have solved such an injury in dozens of minutes.

But this person is Ling Fei, and she has become more cautious. In addition to taking medicine, she also uses acupuncture and other methods, striving to provide the most perfect treatment for Ling Fei.

Finally finished processing, Qin Miaoxin began to organize the medicine box.

She asked curiously: "Ling Fei and Mo Wentian, who won?"

Yan Ruyu looked at Yi Qingwu: "At least Ling Fei did not lose."

Yi Qingwu shook her head: "The situation is unknown for the time being. Ling Fei blocked the signal, but Mo Wentian's situation is unknown."

...                                                                                                                               

It’s not because she forgot, or didn’t want to pay attention, but because there is no signal in her current location! She didn’t know that today is a big showdown between Ling Fei and Mo Wentian.

Mo Yuning and the strange man came to a strange mountain, where there was a very large village with a strong ancient style.

It makes Mo Yuning feel like time and space intertwined, as if he is in ancient times.

As soon as he entered the mountains, Mo Yuning realized something was wrong. Everyone fainted on the ground. The huge village was extremely quiet and there was no sound.

"What's going on with them?"

Mo Yuning couldn't help asking.

The weirdo's tone was low: "Coma."

"coma?"

Mo Yu raised her eyebrows and said, "Just wake up."

"Can't wake up."

The weirdo shook his head, "This is why I want to find the saint."

"Is it useful to find me?"

Mo Yuning spread his hands, "I don't know anything.

Hey, are they fainted from poisoning or poisoning?"

The weird man shook his head: "I don't know, and no one knows."

“What’s the situation?”

Mo Yuning was strange, "Why don't you know yet? You didn't say you were a gu student, just look at it?"

The weirdo hesitated: "The answer I got from my witchcraft is that it is not a witch.

But maybe I am not good at learning..." Mo Yuning thought for a while and said, "Tell me about the specific situation, what's going on?"

The weird man looked up at the sky for a long time and looked down: "It happened half a year ago, and we...we came back from a mysterious place, and the tribe members began to have dizziness one after another.

At first we didn't care, but gradually more and more tribe members experienced this situation, and the situation became more and more serious, and many people began to faint.

A month ago, the coma became even worse, and it took several days to fall into the coma.

Just half a month ago, the whole village was in such a state.”

"The coma is also very strange. At the beginning, there was no rule. I fainted if I fainted, and there was no reason.

Half a month ago, everyone will fall into a coma at night and will recover during the day.”

The weirdo frowned deeply, "I've been out for a few days, I don't know if the situation has worsened."

"Then why did you find me?"

Mo Yuning asked, "So what about the saint? Can you save you?"

The weirdo focused on it: "The sacrificial people in the village prayed to the heavens and received revelation, saying that only the saints could save us.

Only when the saint can practice the holy text of our clan can we find out the reason to save our clan.”

"..." Mo Yuning's forehead was black. Do you believe such superstitious statements?

"Okay, even if I am the saint in your mouth, how long will it take for me to practice your saints?"
Chapter completed!