The man lying on the ground was scratched on his abdomen and kept bleeding. The wound was very large and it was a tear-like wound. He Sheng could even see the internal organs in the man's wound.

Moreover, the man seemed to be breathing and his body was lying on the ground motionless.

Cui Jinhe also hurried over. He squatted down and measured it carefully, frowned.

"Brother Jiang, you brother is probably unsaved." Cui Jinhe said with a lip.

"Nonsense!" The man glared at Cui Jinhe: "He was still breathing on the way I brought him here just now. Please save him quickly, it's still time!"

"Brother Jiang, he is not just bleeding too much. Look, his internal organs have been damaged and he can't be saved." Cui Jinhe said helplessly.

It is normal for Zhan Tang to suffer casualties. Looking at the wound on this man’s abdomen, it looks like a knife wound!

"Cui Jinhe, you gave up if you didn't even save him! Hurry him up. If you can save him, my three sects will give you five hundred meritorious contributions!"

Hearing this, Cui Jinhe couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Brother Jiang, this is not a matter of merit. If this person can be cured, I don't need to say anything, I will start immediately! But the key is that I can't save this person anymore."

"I can save me!" He Sheng, who was beside him, suddenly spoke.

Several people from the Zhantang immediately turned around and stared at He Sheng.

Cui Jinhe also stared at He Sheng tightly.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense. This person can't even save me. What are you going to save?" Cui Jinhe angrily scolded.

Cui Jinhe was indeed powerless in the person in front of him. Although the people in the room were all ninth-level heavenly masters, true qi is not omnipotent. This person’s life is over, and it cannot be saved by true qi!

He Sheng said firmly: "I can really save you, let me try!"

The man in the lead looked at He Sheng with a look of his eyes, his expression full of hesitation.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the man shouted: "Come on! If you can save him, five hundred merits will be yours!"

The man spoke, and the remaining members of the War Hall made way out, and He Sheng quickly walked to the center of the crowd.

Cui Jinhe squatted in front of the injured man. When he saw He Sheng coming, his expression looked very strange.

Could this kid be more skilled in medical skills than himself? Why can he cure a person who cannot even cure himself?

Although he was dissatisfied, Cui Jinhe still stood up and walked aside.

"Brother Jiang, this is a guy just recruited by my Medical Hall. He knows medical skills. However, your brother's situation is too serious, so he can only try it..." Cui Jinhe did not dare to offend the people in the Zhan Hall, so he could only say ugly words first.

If this kid doesn't cure the person, his medical hall will take responsibility.

Jiang Bohao didn't say anything. He squinted his eyes at He Sheng squatting on the ground, and could only pray in his heart that this boy could save his brother.

Even Cui Jinhe issued a death notice, and his brother's situation seemed to be very serious.

If he can be saved, it only means that this kid is skilled in medical skills!

If he cannot be saved, Jiang Bohao will not blame anyone!

He Sheng held a needle in his hand. After taking the pulse of the injured man, He Sheng quickly dropped three needles.

As soon as the three needles fell, the man's wound immediately stopped bleeding.

Then, He Sheng gently rotated the needle, and the needle actually rotated on the surface of the man's skin.

"Old Cui, give me the gauze and needlework." He Sheng said to Cui Jinhe.

Cui Jinhe was stunned, and he glared at He Sheng: "Boy, you should save the person first. Why are you dealing with the wound if you don't save him?"

He Sheng answered: "People will live soon."

"You brag about you!" Cui Jinhe cursed: "This person hasn't even gotten angry yet, why do you let him live?"

Cui Jinhe was almost speechless. The man died. The boy stabbed three needles on the person and then had to deal with the person's wound. Isn't this funny?

"cough!"

Suddenly, the person lying on the ground coughed violently.

The man who had died suddenly returned to his weak breath!

This scene immediately made Cui Jinhe and others stunned. Even Cui Jinhe widened his eyes and looked at the injured man.

He looked at He Shengluo's three needles, and his expression was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Aren’t these three acupoints very ordinary?

"Old Cui, gauze and needlework!" He Sheng said to Cui Jinhe again.

Jiang Bohao, who was beside him, also shouted: "Cui Jinhe, hurry up and get it!"

"Oh, Brother Jiang, I'll get it now." Cui Jinhe didn't dare to neglect any longer and hurriedly walked towards the cabinet behind.

Although Cui Jinhe was reluctant to help He Sheng, this kid actually saved the person, and Cui Jinhe had to accept it.

Cui Jinhe handed the thick gauze and needlework to He Sheng, and He Sheng immediately began to sew the wound on the man.

He Sheng's technique was very exquisite. In less than half a minute, he quickly sewed the wound. After that, he bandaged the wound with gauze.

"Boy, he has lost too much blood. If you don't give him a blood transfusion in time, he will still die." Cui Jinhe said.

"It seems that you don't have blood transfusion tools here?" He Sheng asked.

"That's a big deal! This is a broken place, where can I find you a blood transfusion?" Cui Jinhe asked.

"Then let's treat acupuncture!" He Sheng said.

Qi needles not only store qi in the needle, but also can store essence and blood. He Sheng can store his essence and blood into the needle, and then use acupuncture to replenish blood.

He Sheng stabbed a whole bag of needles on the man.

All the needles were spinning strangely, and the man's pale face gradually returned to blood, and his originally faint breathing gradually became smooth.

Soon, half an hour passed.

"Okay." He Sheng stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Move him to the bed, put the needle on his body and don't take it off. He will wake up in a few more hours."

Everyone looked at He Sheng with horror.

But He Sheng slowly walked out of the house.

With He Sheng's current strength, it is not difficult for He Sheng to treat such injured people, and the consumption is not very large.

If it were the sixth-level celestial masters before, after these needles fell, He Sheng would have fallen into a drowsy sleep.

After sitting at the door for a while, Jiang Baihao walked out of the room.

"Little brother, thank you so much! Don't worry, I will definitely present the five hundred meritorious achievements with both hands within today!" Jiang Bohao looked at He Sheng with gratitude.

He Sheng breathed a sigh of relief: "You are welcome. Although I don't really want to save you from the people in Zhantang, I can't stand by death and refuse to save you."

After hearing this, Jiang Bohao's expression changed.

From He Sheng's words, Jiang Bohao heard a little smell.

"Little brother has a holiday with our Zhantang?" Jiang Bohao asked He Sheng.

He Sheng smiled bitterly: "It's not considered a holiday, I just think that the people in your Zhantang hate it."

"Boy! What are you talking about?" Cui Jinhe walked out of the room and stared at He Sheng with a round eyes.

This kid is so brave that he dares to say that the people in Zhantang hate it!

This is not seeking death, what is it?
Chapter completed!