Qin Yang was naked and his needle bag was placed in front of him. The lengths of needles were different, and there was a silver light.

There were several doctors surrounding the bedside, and even Dr. Aras, who had previously treated Mrs. Kenrat, was there, looking at Qin Yang with fiery eyes.

In the eyes of these doctors, Qin Yang is just a person who is involved in a strange virus waiting to die. They use all their means but still cannot solve it. Now they are helpless, but at this time, Qin Yang actually wants to save himself and look confident?

With all kinds of high-tech medical equipment, it is impossible to save it. Qin Yang actually wants to rely on a few silver needles to save himself?

Is this a joke?

But when Dr. Alas rushed over and waited for Qin Yang to use the silver needle to save himself with anticipation, many doctors felt a little incredible.

Dr. Alas is a famous figure in the entire Ingrey medical field. He was still helpless after reading all the diagnosis results, but he believed that Qin Yang could save himself?

Qin Yang was very weak. He leaned against the bed and took a deep breath.

The weak and weak right hand instantly became stable and powerful. It grabbed the silver needle steadily and pierced the silver needle into its chest neatly.

One, one, one, one...

The six silver needles were inserted around the heart like a circle, like guards guarding the heart.

Qin Yang was sweating on his forehead. He raised his fingers and gently bounced the silver needle on his chest.

The silver needles fly like a graceful butterfly.

The doctor's eyes widened around him. What was he doing?

Is this acupuncture?

What kind of acupuncture is this?

What you see and what you hear and what you hear and what you hear!

A few minutes later, Qin Yang was sweating profusely and lying down. This was a simple method of controlling the six silver needles, but it was extremely difficult for him at this moment. After doing this, he felt dizzy, as if he was about to quit his breath at any time.

Aras held his breath and read all this and asked softly: "Mr. Qin, you did this for..."

"Protect the heart meridians, stimulate vitality, and delay the condition!"

Alas looked at Qin Yang's chest with shiny eyes and the silver needle inserted in front of him: "Can this delay the spread of the virus in your body?"

Qin Yang explained weakly: "I just made my heart beat slower, try to slow down my body consumption, and also slowed down the spread of the virus in disguise, and stimulated the vitality of the heart. My heart had already stopped once before, but I can't afford to come again. Now I can only do this until my master comes."

Alas had heard Qin Yang talk about his master before, and his eyes lit up: "How is your medical skills compared to your master?"

Qin Yang smiled and said, "It's too far, I can only be considered just getting started."

Aras's eyes lit up more and more: "Do your master have any solutions to your physical illness?"

Qin Yang shook his head: "I don't know, it should be, but if he can't save me, then no one can save me."

Aras nodded and asked no more: "Then you have a good rest. If you need any help, just speak up."

"Thanks!"

A group of doctors witnessed the whole process and looked at Qin Yang's body indexes, but were shocked to find that Qin Yang's body functions had declined, but they did not enter the dangerous area. Moreover, the decline had decreased, but these index data became more and more stable.

Han Qingqing and Connie were two people guarding Qin Yang's bedside, looking at Qin Yang with concern, with worry on his face.

After leaving the primeval forest and entering the hospital, Qin Yang had been in a coma for two days. During these two days, Han Qingqing and Connie had almost never slept much, and looked very haggard.

Qin Yang reached out and held Han Qingqing's hand and whispered: "Don't be sad, I can't die, you all go to bed, there are nurses here to take care of me, you don't have to guard mine."

Han Qingqing shook her head: "I've slept before, it's okay, I'll wait for your master to come."

Connie encouraged him, "Dear Qin, you must not have something wrong. If it weren't for you this time, I'm afraid none of us could leave that cave alive."

Connie couldn't help feeling a chill when she remembered the scene of the monsters climbing up the hillside when everyone left.

If Qin Yang hadn't insisted on leaving early and waited for a large group of monsters to launch an attack, who would have survived?

Just thinking about the scene where he might be torn into pieces by the ugly and hideous monster and swallowed them one by one, Connie was extremely scared.

Qin Yang smiled: "I want to survive too."

Connie also stretched out one hand, held Qin Yang's other hand tightly, and encouraged firmly: "Qin, you will be fine!"

Qin Yang nodded, with a firm expression: "I'm sure it's okay."

...

Mo Yu came very quickly. Fifteen hours after Qin Yang talked with him, the plane Mo Yu was on landed at London Airport.

Princess Connie's bodyguard directly received Mo Yu at the airport and came to the hospital directly.

When Mo Yu walked into the door, Qin Yang had just woken up not long ago. The previous injection made him extremely tired, and coupled with the fact that he controlled his physical functions, he became even more sleepy.

Qin Yang saw Mo Yu and showed a two-relaxed smile on his face.

"master."

Mo Yu nodded and walked quickly to the hospital bed. Han Qingqing quickly stood up and shouted respectfully: "Hello Uncle Mo."

Mo Yu's eyes swept over Han Qingqing, and when he looked haggard, his serious eyes became a little softer.

"You are Han Qingqing, thank you for your hard work these days."

Han Qingqing shook her head and then asked nervously: "Uncle Mo, can you cure Qin Yang's illness?"

Mo Yu looked at Han Qingqing's extremely nervous expression and a two-smile appeared on his face: "Don't worry, with me here, the little brat will not die."

Han Qingqing's tense nerves suddenly relaxed. After all, all the doctors were helpless. Mo Yu was already the last straw for Qin Yang's life and his last hope.

Han Qingqing had been waiting for Mo Yu to arrive, but she was also worried that Mo Yu would tell her that she was powerless after she arrived. This kind of heartbreak had tormented her and never stopped for a moment. Now that he heard Mo Yu say this, his heart finally fell back to its original place.

Mo Yu looked at the change of expression on Han Qingqing's face, and two complicated points flashed in his eyes.

"It's okay, he'll be lively."

Mo Yu said, sat down in front of Qin Yang, flipped Qin Yang's eyes, looked at his mouth, then took Qin Yang's hand and began to take the pulse.

“How does it feel now?”

As a doctor and a patient, Qin Yang naturally talks about his own illness so that his master can understand his condition more clearly.

After Mo Yu finished his pulse diagnosis, he also listened to Qin Yang's story, and shook his head helplessly and said, "The poison has entered the six internal organs, and it has also produced a strange change in your body. It seems that the only way to use the method of steaming poison is to use."

Qin Yang's eyes were a little confused: "I know the method of poison steaming, but what does it mean when you say change?"
Chapter completed!