Just at the moment of life and death, suddenly the sky was bright and a dawn broke through the black fog like a sharp arrow. The sky and the earth were about to open, and the warm sunlight sprinkled down. The black fog met the rising sun like dew, and turned into nothingness one after another.

More golden light pierced through the fog, and the black mist screamed, with an extremely fishy smell, as if it was to fight to the death. But the golden light became more and more, and the fragrance came from all around. The odor was neutralized and faded. The sandalwood aura was extremely domineering, and it quickly swallowed the evil spirit.

"Ahhhh!"

Finally, a ray of sunshine shone upon Wei Dexin, and the evil ghost screamed terrifyingly, as if he had met a nemesis, and the stench turned into wisps of black smoke, slowly dissipating in the sunshine.

"Save me!"

Wei Deqing seemed to be a drowning man who grabbed the life-saving straw. A survival instinct exploded and struggled hard. Please ask the evil ghosts to entangle. The sunlight was getting more and more warm, shining on his body, and a stream of vitality poured into his body, making him more and more excited.

"It's out!"

He climbed out of the swamp abyss, breathing the fresh air greedily, bathing his whole body in the sun, the black fog was gone, the breeze hit, and he looked up at the clear sky and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's great to be alive!"

"Old Wei?Old Wei? Can you hear my voice?"

Suddenly, a wave of familiar calls came. Wei Dexin slowly opened his eyes and saw a familiar face. His consciousness gradually recovered. He finally opened his mouth and made a voice: "Are you... Old Tang?"

"Okay, okay, finally woke up!"

Tang Yifeng was excited. After the Jingxin incense was burned, Wei Dexin finally woke up, his heartbeat returned to stability, his breathing was calm, and he was really out of the danger period and was reborn!

"Where am I?"

Wei Dexin wanted to stand up, but Tang Yifeng quickly stopped him and said, "Don't move, you are in the hospital, you suddenly had a myocardial infarction and fell into a coma. If Yiming hadn't been there, your life would be in lingering!"

"Yiming?"

Wei Dexin slowly turned his head and saw Wen Yiming standing next to him. He had never seen this young man. Could he be a doctor?

Wen Yiming put away the incense burner and smiled and said, "Old Wei just woke up and was still very weak and needed a good rest. Uncle Master, let the rest be left to you, I'll leave first?"

Tang Yifeng nodded and smiled, "You are still thoughtful. I'll send you out and leave the rest to them. Lao Wei, have a good rest, let's talk about the others when you're done!"

Wei Dexin nodded, closed his eyes and fell asleep. Tang Yifeng took Wen Yiming out. The door just opened, his expression was stunned. The door was crowded with white coats, and they all looked excited, as if they were looking at the two of them as if they discovered something.

"What are you doing here?"

Tang Yifeng was about to speak, but suddenly the director of the Department of Cardiology quickly walked forward, grabbed Wen Yiming's hand tightly, and said excitedly: "Hello expert, I am Liu Ming of the Department of Cardiology. How did you bring the patient back to life?"

"Go aside, I am Wu Peng, the brain department. Your medical skills are amazing. Can deep coma be restored so quickly? You must know that this is the blessing of vegetable people all over the world!"

"Experts, tell us about the treatment plan? Is that the incense burner your latest research result?"

Wen Yiming was instantly surrounded by a white coat, talking all kinds of questions came like bombs. He looked at Tang Yifeng helplessly, and his eyes were very pitiful.

Tang Yifeng laughed and waved his hand and said, "Everyone is quiet! This is Wen Yiming, a famous incense master. Today he specially invited him to our hospital. I didn't expect that when I met the emergency department, everyone realized what it means to rejuvenate the wonderful hands?"

Everyone kept nodding, and even the young doctor who was questioning just now was full of admiration. He was worthy of being a master. In less than half an hour, patients who were deeply unconscious and entered intensive care can be saved?

Miracle doctor!

"Okay, the patient has just escaped from the danger period, and you are all so idle?" Tang Yifeng said seriously: "Everyone returns to work and find time to ask Yiming to come to the hospital for lectures. With me here, are you afraid that he will run away?"

After a word, he finally got relieved and took Wen Yiming downstairs and left the hospital, and came to the door and said, "What is the cause of Lao Wei?"

"It should be the evil energy entering the body!"

Wen Yiming frowned and explained in his language: "There is a strange smell on his body, which gathers between his heart and veins. The yin and cold energy condenses! Jingxin Xiang only temporarily restores his consciousness and needs further treatment in the future. If he is not wrong, it should be related to the nature of his work!"

"Evil?"

Tang Yifeng was stunned at first, then nodded and said, "So that's it. Huangdi's Internal Classic has a specific analysis of Qi. People have the two qi of Ying and Wei. Ying and Wei Qi are like the five internal organs, which operate blood and qi and nourish Qi and meridians. Wei Qi is outside the body, protecting the inside and expelling external evils!"

Wen Yiming nodded. Tang Yifeng is worthy of being a master. He understood the general meaning in one sentence and smiled: "So I guess the other party is the director of the museum. He usually comes into contact with many outstanding cultural relics. You must know that they are buried deep underground for hundreds or thousands of years, and all kinds of impurities are present. Over time, evil energy enters the body, quantitative change causes qualitative change, and eventually explodes."

"That Jingxin Xiang?" Tang Yifeng sighed, saying: "Jingxin Xiang is the best treatment plan, what a pity!"

Wen Yiming smiled and said, "Although I've used up soon, I've found other relationships. I believe there will be good news soon, but..."

"But what?" Tang Yifeng was shocked after hearing this. He suddenly saw Wen Yiming's expression and said clearly: "You boy! Even the uncle's money is calculated?"

"You can't say that!"

Wen Yiming said seriously: "Originally, Jingxinxiang was a filial piety to you. If you use it, it doesn't matter how much it is! But now it is used by outsiders. What kind of curator and I are not close to each other, you know the cost of Jingxinxiang..."

"Okay, understand!" Tang Yifeng waved his hand and said with a funny look: "We are our own people, and I can't let you suffer! Let's do this, I will start treating Lao Wei here, and you can also use snacks. After all, the other party is a person with status, and the grace of saving lives is greater than that of the sky. If you have good news, please reply as soon as possible."

Wen Yiming nodded and agreed. He was not stupid, nor was he a savior. Xiangdao has served a very small number of people since ancient times, and it is impossible to help all living beings. If you meet someone, you can save one, and others can do nothing.

After leaving the hospital, the rest was left to Tang Yifeng, and there were only two servings of Jingxin incense left in his hand. He lacked ammunition, so Wen Yiming felt helpless.

"Uncle Ling, why are you here?"

On the way back, I received a call from Ling Tiancheng, asking him to go back to Yaxiangju, and rushed to the store. When I saw Ling Tiancheng, Wen Yiming joked: "How long have I been here? This is the first time I have seen the boss behind the scenes visiting me to guide my work!"

"That fully shows that the boss is very relieved to you!" Ling Tiancheng laughed, took out three items, put them on the table and said, "Look, what is the quality?"

"Huh?" Wen Yiming's nose moved slightly, looked at the three red sandalwood carvings in front of him in surprise, and carefully checked: "No, very good, they are all century-old materials!"

Ling Tiancheng breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this and said with a smile: "I finally fulfilled my mission. How many pieces of Jingxin incense can these raw materials produce?"

Wen Yiming weighed the weight and estimated: "At least 150 copies, maybe more."
Chapter completed!