Xiaohong had a little tears in her eyes and a pitiful look. Liu Qingyue hugged Xiaohong and pinched A Ling's chubby white and tender face. "Okay, it's not a separation from life and death. I'm just going out for a while. When I'm done in a few days, I'll take you out for a breath, okay?"

Xiaohong quickly nodded her head, afraid that Liu Qingyue would regret it, and shouted twice, as if she was saying that you had to keep your word!

Liu Qingyue explained a few words to them and then found the medicinal materials they needed and flashed out of the space.

After processing the medicinal materials, she took out the silver needles she had just bought, placed them in rows of silver needle stalls with different lengths, and took out dozens of silver needles and inserted them into Qin's father without hesitation.

The movements were flowing without any pause, as if they had done them thousands of times.

With Liu Qingyue's movements, hundreds of silver needles of varying lengths were inserted into Qin's father's body, which looked like a hedgehog and was frightened.

Liu Qingyue activated a trace of strong spiritual power from her body to her fingertips and slowly entered Qin's father's body along the silver needle. A look of pain appeared on Qin's face in a coma. The originally blue-gray skin gradually returned to normal, and a rosy look appeared on her face, which was not that scary.

With a light cough, Qin's father spit out a mouthful of black blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes slowly opened.

"Who are you..." Qin's father's voice was hoarse and broken, as if it was the sound of a worn bellows.

But when he looked at Liu Qingyue, his body was tense instantly, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes. However, his body couldn't move at all, so he could only watch the pretty boy in front of him constantly tugging the silver needle inserted into him.

Liu Qingyue did not stop the movements in her hand. Seeing that Qin's father had woken up, she had a smile on her face and said in a low voice, "Uncle Qin, I am Qin Huai's friend. Now I am treating the poison in your body, so uncle don't have to be nervous."

Hearing Liu Qingyue's words, Qin's father relaxed instantly, with light shining in his eyes, and tears slid from his cheeks.

Qin Chuyun didn't expect to open his eyes again! He thought he was already dead.

Thinking of everything he encountered and seeing the group of people picking their son’s tendons before they were unconscious, he burst into tears for a moment, and it was him who dragged his son down...

Liu Qingyue was not distracted, and still stared at the silver needle in front of her with her expression focused on her face, her fingers moving skillfully. I don’t know how long it took, her body was covered with dense beads of sweat, and her body was so weak that she could hardly hold on. Her pretty little face turned pale.

Qin Huai came back and saw such a scene. He was afraid that he would disturb Qing Yue's treatment and could only stare at him for a moment without leaving. He endured his steps and walked forward.

At this moment, Liu Qingyue took off the longest silver needle, inserted it into Qin Father's acupoint in Qin Huai's surprised gaze, and slowly entered his body. After reaching a certain depth, it stopped. With Liu Qingyue's spiritual power transmission, the silver needle fluctuated gently, as if there was a spiritual intelligence, light and fluctuating, and began to drive away the toxins in Qin Father's body.

Qin's father had already fallen into a coma again while the silver needle was wandering. At this moment, Liu Qingyue took out a bottle of crystal clear medicine and poured it down into Qin's father's mouth.
Chapter completed!