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The important acupuncture points all over the dying old man have been inserted into silver needles, and Zhao Wujiang's eyes narrowed slightly:

"You can stop his true qi infusion..."

Long Yinwei, who had been instilling true energy around the old man, was skeptical and slowly let go of his hand. Once he found that there were any bad signs of the old man, he would immediately reinstill.

But when he let go of his hand, the old man breathed slowly and had no sign of weak breath. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his eyes looking at Zhao Wujiang were also shocked.

The other Long Yin Guards also felt a sense of shock. They did not expect that Zhao Wujiang's silver needle would stabilize the old man's deterioration trend, and at the same time they were also shocked by Zhao Wujiang's ability to bear it.

You know, they are all above the masters, and the true energy they instilled in is unbearable for ordinary people, let alone the four people instilled together.

But Zhao Wujiang endured it without any discomfort.

"Stay calm for the time being." Zhao Wujiang's face turned pale:

"You go to prepare medicine, hurry up and go to the Imperial Hospital to get it!

I read it, you remember it!"

"Yes." The Dragon Invisible Guards looked upright.

"Lofu wood, kudzu root, banana leaf, bone-transparent grass, Liu Jinu, cypress, cinnabar, jujube..." Zhao Wujiang kept reciting a delicious herb:

"Ginseng, Jiujiecao, Blood Vine..."

Every time he recited it, Long Yinwei's mood trembled slightly.

The empress on the side also sat on the chair, staring at Zhao Wujiang's increasingly pale cheeks.

"Quick! Go and prepare medicine!" Zhao Wujiang finished reciting the medicinal materials and slowly fell to the ground, looking a little tired.

Jia 19 and Jia 18 rushed to the Imperial Hospital.

The room was quiet again, Zhao Wujiang's eyes were closed, his head was buried, as if he was thinking, but in fact he was digesting the remaining true energy in his body.

These true qi are extremely precious to him. He only used a small part of it to use the Taiyi Xuan Needle, and the others were left in his body, and he used the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art to digest it little by little, and finally turned into his own cultivation.

With the indestructible Vajra, he had the confidence to bear so much true energy, but the unparalleled true energy still put pressure on him, causing his qi and blood to boil and it was difficult to stop. His face was as pale as paper at this moment.

"Are you okay?" The queen raised her eyebrows and looked worried.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head slowly, his body trembling slightly, as if he was suffering.

"Master Zhao?" Long Yinwei felt that the breath in Zhao Wujiang's body was a little confused. His condition was not good.

"It's okay!" Zhao Wujiang turned around, his eyes were red like blood, which made those who saw it frightened. He said in a deep voice:

"Go and get some utensils to grind and cook them."

The Dragon Yinwei said that he left quickly. The Empress looked at Zhao Wujiang and became more and more worried. In her opinion, Zhao Wujiang was obviously overdrawing herself and forcibly stabilizing the breath of the dying old man. The reason why Zhao Wujiang did this

, probably for her.

This incident involves the truth about the death of the late emperor. Zhao Wujiang was fighting desperately to the truth about her. Her eyes trembled constantly when she looked at Zhao Wujiang, and the water light could be seen faintly.

Soon, a lot of medicinal materials were taken back to the bedroom, and under the guidance of Zhao Wujiang, Long Yinwei began to grind and cook the medicinal materials.

Zhao Wujiang's expression slowly returned to a little rosy. He used mysterious gestures in his hand and controlled the silver needle remotely.

Silver needles were constantly pulled out of the old man's body and stabbed into other acupoints, with complex changes, while the old man's originally pale as pale as paper slowly turned red.

But Zhao Wujiang's cheeks were also slowly fading away, and they became pale like snow.

Half an hour later, the old man's face turned completely rosy, and then with a "wow", a mouthful of thick black blood spurted out of his mouth.

"The energy that damages the heart has been removed. Feed the medicine quickly!" Zhao Wujiang lowered his eyebrows, his voice weak:

"Then the two of you will instill my true energy!"

"Mr. Zhao?" Jia 18 and Jia 19 were constantly pouring into Zhao Wujiang's body. They carefully adjusted the amplitude of this infusion to avoid injuring Zhao Wujiang.

The other Long Yinwei fed the old man the medicine and waited for Zhao Wujiang to speak.

Zhao Wujiang raised his hand and the silver needle on the old man's body trembled slightly, and then the tremor became more and more intense, and they were pulled out of the old man's body.

"Swish swish swish swish..." Zhao Wujiang seemed to be exhausted when he pulled out the silver needle, and fell backwards, and the silver needles kept flying around.

A 19th National Congress waved his hand and put away all the silver needles.

"He is no longer in the way, but the true qi in his body has been striking for a long time, blocking the sea of ​​consciousness of the heart and meridians. It will take a while to wake up..." Zhao Wujiang's face was as bright as gold paper, and his voice was weak:

"You guard him, and the rest of you cannot wait to get close. Take the medicine soup I just gave you on time."

"Yes!" The Long Yin Guards respectfully said, they had checked the old man's condition, and they had no danger of being dying, and they were basically healed.

Their eyes looked at Zhao Wujiang and countless respects surged in their eyes. If the original slight respect was just because Zhao Wujiang was the emperor's confidant, then his current respect was indeed from the heart.
Chapter completed!