It was clearly during the day, two lanterns were lit in the back hall, making the room brighter.

Chu Qianchen focused all his attention on Yun Zhan. Under Mo Chen's cold eyes, he calmly inserted more silver needles into Yun Zhan's body.

Each needle fell quickly, and before the amber could see clearly, the needle had already penetrated the acupoint.

The techniques she used for each needle were not exactly the same. Sometimes she lifted the thorns, sometimes twisted, sometimes scraped the handle, and sometimes followed the meridians...

Chu Qianchen patiently said to Mo Chen: "The needle is to fly the meridians and escape the qi. "Lingshu·Nine Needles and Twelve Yuans" says: "The key to the acupuncture is, and the qi is effective when it reaches the end." After half an hour, the qi will seal these key acupoints and block the wound of the blood vessels. At that time, if the needle is pulled out, there will be no more blood loss."

As she said that, she reached out to flick the handle of one of the silver needles and the needle body trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound like a mosquito.

"Okay, let him lie down."

"Panqi, small thistle, big thistle, ground elm, white elm root..." Chu Qianchen fluently reported a series of medicine names, and naturally called Mo Chen, "You are very strong, you're going to smash them all!"

Dr. Liu Xiao hurriedly said, "Girl, I'll do it!"

He felt that it was too much pressure to be with the ice cube of Mo Chen, and as soon as he found an excuse, he couldn't wait to escape.

Mo Chen carefully put down Yun Zhan before getting up from the edge of the couch. He was one head taller than Chu Qianchen. When he looked at Chu Qianchen like this, he naturally gave people a sense of oppression.

Chu Qianchen seemed to have no idea, but still looked smiling, calm and composed.

Mo Chen said slowly: "So, if you open your chest, you can use this method to stop the bleeding?"

The corners of Chu Qianchen's lips behind the veil were raised a little higher again, and he was very happy to solve Mo Chen's doubts: "Yes."

"However, to dig out the...remaining blade inside the body, the wound must be much larger, so the wound must be stitched at that time."

Yun Zhan's wound was not big, but he suffered heavy bleeding due to the injury to the cervical pulse. If the bleeding could not be stopped in time, the blood gushed out of the wound would also expand the wound. Later, he would lose too much blood and he would be helpless.

If it weren't for me being next to me today, Yun Zhan would be dead.

Just like in the past life.

Mo Chen stared at Chu Qianchen with a steady state, his dark eyes were quiet and cold, as deep as a bottomless cold pool.

When I first came to Jishitang, I heard the girl in front of me mention that she wanted to open her chest for the prince. He would say that it was ridiculous because once the chest was opened and the wound was too large, it would definitely not be able to control blood loss. Once the human body loses about 30% of the blood, its life will be in danger.

He will never take the prince's life to risk his life!

But now, his mood has changed drastically from half an hour ago.

He watched with his own eyes save Yun Zhan, who should have died.

There was a voice in Mo Chen's heart saying, maybe she could really cure the prince!

His heartbeat accelerated, and a rippling ripples appeared in his tranquil eyes.

Soon, the door leading to the backyard was pushed open. Dr. Liu came in with a tray and said politely: "Girl, all the herbs have been pounded."

"Let's go over there."

Chu Qianchen pointed to the table by the window, then sat down by the window, and slowly adjusted the ointment.

Dr. Liu looked at her without blinking, with an almost fanatical look on his face, and he felt like he was looking up at the sky.

A faint smell of herbal medicine filled the air and floated out faintly.

Uncle Zhongyong outside waited and waited, standing, sitting, and walking back and forth, anxious.

The more he waited, the more worried he became, the more irritable he became. After waiting for an hour, there was no movement. He couldn't help it anymore, so he opened the curtain again regardless of the friend's obstruction, and his eyes met Mo Chen's cold eyes.

Uncle Zhongyong felt guilty all of a sudden and stood at the curtain and dared not move forward.

He looked closely and saw that the girl in green was reaching out to take the silver needle on the Yunzhan Renying acupoint.

Uncle Zhongyong almost shouted out, remembering the scene after he pulled the needle...

He stared at Yun Zhan with his eyes closed on the couch. Only he knew how nervous he was. Yun Zhan must not die!

Chu Qianchen, who turned his back to his loyal and courageous uncle, pulled out the needle neatly, one, two, three... and even the last one.

From beginning to end, Yun Zhan was lying motionless on the couch, and the wound on his neck did not bleed again.

Until this moment, Bo Zhongyong opened his eyes slightly and asked in a difficult voice: "Miss, is he okay?"

"He can live." Chu Qianchen put away her needle and smiled confidently. His dark phoenix eyes were as bright as the brightest stars on the summer night.

The blood-stained veil could not stop her bright and sturdy style. She was like a big red peony blooming on the branch, as beautiful as fire, and beautiful as the flowers.

The three words of her made Mo Chen feel relieved, and Zhongyong Bo couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat with his cuffs, thinking: As long as Yun Zhan is not dead, the storm will pass, and at most he will go back and beat Yun Hao and let Yun Zhan calm down.

Chu Qianchen ordered Dr. Liu Xiao, "Put medicine on his neck twice a day."

"After the medicine is boiled, take it, and you must not move him or blow the air today."

"If he has a fever at night, follow my second prescription to take the medicine."

"I'm leaving, I'll see him tomorrow." There was a hint of fatigue in Chu Qianchen's eyes.

It seemed easy to apply needle to Yun Zhan just now, but in fact it was extremely difficult and needed to concentrate. She just wanted to go back to the Marquis' Mansion and put her eyes on her sleep immediately.

After all, she is still too weak and needs to practice her body well.

"girl."

At this time, Amber came back and brought a cloak, which Chu Qianchen had just ordered her to go to a nearby ready-to-wear shop.

Chu Qianchen put on his cloak, covered the blood on his body, and planned to leave.

Uncle Zhongyong subconsciously wanted to stop Chu Qianchen, and at this moment, a low moan came from the couch.

Seeing that his son was awake, Uncle Zhongyong could no longer care about Chu Qianchen. He rushed to the edge of the couch and shouted: "A Zhan!"

"Thank you!" Mo Chen bowed to Chu Qianchen solemnly.

Chu Qianchen looked at him, and the corners of his lips behind the veil were slightly raised.

At this moment, Mo Chen, who was sitting on the roof in her previous life, drank to the moon.

Chu Qianchen turned around and walked out of Jishitang with brisk steps, and Amber followed closely behind.

She walked along the street to the fork in the road. She had just turned a corner and suddenly heard a familiar hissing sound in her ears.

This is……

Chu Qianchen paused and was about to look in the sound, when Amber behind him said at this moment: "Girl, we're a little late to go back today."

Amber was a little worried. It was already the hour of You, and when he went back, he would definitely miss the time to pay tribute to the grandma. Maybe he would be scolded by the grandma.

After living for a lifetime, Chu Qianchen didn't care whether the people in the Marquis' Mansion liked her. She smiled comfortably at Amber, and then turned around. Huahong Street where Jishitang was located was empty.

It turns out that it is not Jueying.
Chapter completed!