"It's my turn!"

Lu Fuqing suddenly shouted, which scared Tang Huanxi.

Lu Fan just raised his head and nodded at him. He knew that practicing acupuncture requires nourishing the qi first. Lu Fuqing was enlightening for the next battle, exhaling the turbid air from his body, and preparing to use the Jiulong acupuncture technique in one breath to completely help Tang Guohua get rid of the disease!

The grandfather and grandson moved their four hands at the same time on Tang Guohua's body and head.

The movements were fast, and the movement of both hands even showed afterimages in the naked eye... But every injection, you grasped the strength to the extreme, lifted and released lightly, and accurately recognized the acupoints.

As the silver needle penetrates, a trace of true energy that represents vitality will also be poured into Tang Guohua's brain.

Outside the ward, Chen Lu, including Dean Wang, and all the hospital leaders and chief physicians, looked at the scene behind the glass nervously without blinking.

The next moment, something magical happened.

A lot of black blood oozed out of Tang Guohua's eyes, ears, nose and mouth!

These black bloods are almost blocked and look very dirty. The intensive care unit is also filled with a pungent and strong blood type smell.

“Prepare to remove the needle.”

Ten minutes later, Lu Fuqing looked at Lu Fan and whispered.

Lu Fan nodded, took a deep breath, and glanced at the life detector next to the bed.

Just then!

Didi! Didi!

A dense electronic prompt sound suddenly came out on the detector, and Lu Fuqing's various life indicators suddenly began to rise!

"Put the needle!" Lu Fuqing shouted in a low voice.

Two people, with four hands, quickly pulled out the silver needles that pierced into more than a dozen acupoints of Tang Guohua at a dazzling speed.

"ah……"

Accompanied by a long sigh, Tang Guohua, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and breathed a long sigh.

Lu Fan put down the silver needle, found gauze and wiped the black blood stains on his face. He turned to Tang Huanxi, who was demented, and said, "Okay, our dad is fine."

"My God!" Dean Wang slapped his thighs outside the window, "Intracranial hemorrhage, blood vessel nerve compression, and the patient was rescued with a silver needle. Hua Tuo is alive and Bian Que is reborn, that's all!"

Of course, Lu Fan and Lu Fuqing in the ward could not hear this from Dean Wang's flattery. He was saying from the bottom of his heart.

The young nurse on the side frowned slightly and muttered, "Director Wang, please pat your own thighs in the future, so forcefully..."

Two minutes later.

"You bastards! I want to kill my son-in-law, I tell you, dreaming! It's impossible! Even if I die, you don't think about what you do to him!"

Tang Guohua suddenly poked his head from the hospital bed and shouted in a low voice.

I saw that at this moment, his face was pale and he was also rosy, and his speech was full of energy. The intracranial injury was cured.

But his memory is still preserved when he was tortured by Fu Tianxiang.

"Guohua! Guohua, you are almost awake. You are scared to death!" Chen Lu pushed open the door and rushed in with the leaders of the House of Representatives and doctors, lay on the edge of the hospital bed, held Tang Guohua's hand, and burst into tears excitedly.

The intensive care unit was very lively.

Lu Fan turned around and left the hospital bed, washed the silver needles in his hand, threw the gauze and cotton balls stained with black blood into the trash can, and then hid in the bathroom and gasped in big mouthfuls.

It was so thrilling that the injection of needles for nearly half an hour made his whole body focus on his eyes and fingers, for fear of any mistakes in cooperation with Lu Fuqing... The super-intensity of mental concentration actually made his body feel exhausted.

"Squeak."

The bathroom door was pushed open from the outside, and Lu Fuqing pushed the door and walked in.

Lu Fan hurriedly wanted to get up from the ground, but saw Lu Fuqing wave his hand and said, "Let's rest, take a break, use the thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate in one breath without stopping. At your age, even if you look at China, you can't find a second person."

Lu Fuqing was both praise and regret.

Lu Fan looked up and smiled bitterly, "Don't sarcasticize me. If you really have such ability, you won't be tired like a dog, sitting here and not even dare to go out."

"You broke through?" Lu Fuqing suddenly asked.

Lu Fan was stunned and nodded immediately.

"After all, I'm going to embark on the road of martial arts..."

Lu Fuqing sighed and looked at Lu Fan's body, "Young Master Leng from Angel Hall is here in Nandu, do you know?"

"I know, I've seen him." Lu Fan nodded and climbed up from the ground, "He hasn't seen me yet."

That night in the VIP box at the Platinum Boxer Hall, Lu Fan recognized Mr. Leng among the five people at a glance, the deputy commander of the red angel in Angel Hall, half-step master, and the strength between the great masters. The two of them had a fight. That night, he swept the Angel Hall out of a bloody way out from the Lu family and escaped, but was attacked by Mr. Leng, which left internal injuries.

"Be careful."
Chapter completed!