Just as Wei Chai was thinking about what to do next, Basong in the hospital ward was looking at Naqiu worriedly.

Several doctors were carefully dealing with the wounds of Basong and Naqiu.

No one knows what happened just now, and no one dares to inquire.

Liu Zong and the others had already retreated and stayed by Zhaolong's side.

"Weichai, you will definitely die at my hands!"

Basong clenched his fists, and his whole body exuded a cold chill, which scared the doctor beside him.

"Ba Song, don't worry, Na Qiu will be fine if he wakes up."

Tang Luo comforted her, and her voice was a little weak.

Standing on the other side, Kathar looked at his daughter without saying a word.

"I'll go and see Zhaolong first."

Tang Luo said.

"Uncle Katha, I'll go with Luo Ge."

Basong came to his senses, and he was also worried about what happened to Zhaolong.

"good."

Katha nodded.

Tang Luo and Ba Song came out and came to the next ward.

Nomi was wiping Aolong's face with a wet towel, and the others stood aside worriedly.

The scene just now shocked everyone.

At this time, they didn't know that Zhaolong had almost made psychological preparations to sacrifice himself in order to save Na Qiu...

Zhaolong's face was still white and his lips were black and purple.

The doctor in the ward checked his body and wanted to take further measures.

But their faces were very serious and they felt that they could only try it.

Tang Luo sat next to Zhaolong and set his pulse for him.

A few seconds later, his brows became tighter and tighter.

The doctors were surprised to notice Tang Luo's actions.

The old Taoist movements told them that this young man seemed to really understand Chinese medical skills.

"Zhaolong is very dangerous..."

Tang Luo said in a deep voice.

"Logo, is there any way...you can do it?"

Basong was anxious and turned to look at the doctors again.

"Do you have any solutions?"

"We can only try..."

The doctor said slowly.

When everyone heard this, they all felt nervous. What does it mean to have to try?

"Basong, let everyone go out first."

Tang Luo stood up with a solemn expression.

Basong was stunned and then realized that Luo Ge was going to take measures.

Those doctors were still wondering, what are they doing?

Could it be that this young man who seems to understand medicine has any solution?

"Sir, you..."

What else the doctor wants to say.

"Please go out first."

Basong said to several doctors expressionlessly.

Tanks and the others didn't say much. They all knew very well that Luo Ge needed a very quiet environment to save Zhaolong.

Then, the group surrounded the doctors and left the ward.

"Logo..."

What else does Basong want to ask?

Tang Luo shook his head and raised one hand.

Seeing this, Basong did not speak again.

At this time, only Zhaolong, Tang Luo and Basong on the hospital bed were left.

Tang Luo took out the bottle of spiritual liquid from the domino and came to Zhaolong.

Basong seemed to understand something, so he quickly opened Zhaolong's mouth.

Tang Luo slowly poured the spiritual liquid into Zhaolong's mouth, and he poured out half of the spiritual liquid.

It’s not that he is reluctant to let it go, but that he is worried that if the excess is too much, there will be problems.

Afterwards, Tang Luo took back the dominoes and took out the silver needle and alcohol to prepare.

"Ba Song, help Zhaolong up and sit down, take off his top."

Tang Luo said as he was doing preparations in his hands.

"good."

Basong nodded, gently helped Zhaolong up, and took off his top.

Tang Luo slowly closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and calmed himself down.

Cooperating with Zhaolong just now really took too much effort.

At this time, Zhaolong was extremely weak, and his faint aura seemed to be likely to disappear at any time.

Tang Luo no longer thought about it, and the silver needle in his hand kept falling down quickly.

He was very fast, and in a blink of an eye, Zhaolong's chest and back were filled with silver needles.

"Well……"

Suddenly, Zhaolong made a muffled sound, and a look of pain appeared on his pale face.

"Senior brother, you have to hold on."

Basong shouted worriedly.

He really couldn't think about how guilty he would have been for the rest of his life if Zhaolong really gave his life to save Na Qiu...

Tang Luo did not hesitate. As the "Wu Ming Jue" was activated, internal energy poured into Zhaolong's body along the silver needle.

Time passed by minute by minute, and pain began to flash on Tang Luo's solemn face.

Suddenly, Zhaolong's body began to tremble, and his eyelids and lips seemed to be moving.

He frowned and let out a low and painful moan.

At this time, internal energy was still pouring into Zhaolong's body.

Under Tang Luo's eyes, Zhaolong's injured internal organs seemed to be slowly being repaired, and the blood had long stopped.

A few minutes later, blood slowly spilled out of the corners of Zhaolong's mouth, but the pain on his face seemed to be much less than before.

Basong observed Zhaolong's changes and felt a little relieved.

In contrast, Tang Luo became even more painful.

His body also began to tremble, and a large area of ​​cold sweat fell from his forehead and body.

But he dared not do his best, even if he relaxed a little, his previous efforts would be wasted.

If he needs to start over, no matter his internal strength or the time left for Zhaolong, he will never allow it.

Tang Luo saved Zhaolong not only because he had also saved him, but also was deeply moved by his self-sacrifice to save others.

He felt that even if his body was hurt, he would have to pull Zhaolong back from the God of Death.

puff!

Tang Luo's body trembled suddenly and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Logo!"

Basong hurriedly shouted.

He spoke loudly and called in to everyone waiting at the door.
To be continued...