Godly Farmer Doctor: Arrogant Husband, Can't Afford To Offend! Chapter 1193: A favor

Chapter 1193: A favor

She believed that she can do it, and she must do it anyway.

"Zhi'er, are you alright?" He grabbed her hand, trying to pull her closer, but as soon as he stretched his hand, it hurt so badly. He couldn't use much strength.

Bai Zhi shook her head and the tears on her face fell on the back of his hand.

"I'm fine. How about you? Does it still hurt?"

Chu Yan grinned: "It doesn't hurt. With you, it doesn't hurt at all."

How can it not hurt?

But this kind of pain was nothing compared to the heartache when he saw Bai Zhi fall to the ground covered with blood.

When he held her hand, she didn't pull it out. They looked at each other. One stared blankly, while the other with tears in her eyes.

"The emperor doesn't do well his job, instead, you come here?" Her voice was low and a little bitter.

Chu Yan closed his eyes and still smiled at the corner of his lips: "I wanted to see you secretly. I miss you so much and couldn't control myself. Zhi'er, don't leave me, please, don't leave me -" His voice was getting lower and lower, like a dream, and he fell asleep again.

Feeling that the strength of the hand holding her gradually relaxed, she quickly held his hand and said: "I won't leave you anymore, don't sleep, wake up quickly."

Chu Yan didn't wake up, but the corners of his mouth were curving into a smile. She was wondering if he heard her.

She was so fl.u.s.tered that she checked his pulse and felt it getting weaker and weaker.

"Someone come, get my needle," cried Bai Zhi.

Xiao Qing quickly took her needle bag and helped her lay it on the bed.

Bai Zhi quickly pulled out two needles from the needle bag. She knew exactly where the needle was going to be stuck, but she couldn't do it.

"Let me do it." A hand suddenly stretched out and took off the two silver needles she held in her hand

"But you know he is now -"

Song Lang cut off her words: "I know, the pulse-stimulating acupuncture, right?"

"Yes, how do you know?" Bai Zhi's hand suddenly stopped shaking and looked at Song Lang in surprise.

This pulse-stimulating needle technique was an exclusive secret skill of a certain family. She had spent a lot of time learning it.

The master's name was Song Zhiyuan. The master's surname was Song?

Is there any connection between them?

Song Lang laughed and said, "Our fate seems not simple."

Bai Zhi wanted to ask, but it was obvious that he had started to inject, so she shut her mouth. She will ask later. There were plenty of opportunities.

Pulse-stimulating acupuncture can strengthen the pulse by stimulating the vital points. If properly handled, it can bring the dead back to life.

But not for everyone.

If it was an old man whose oil lamp was exhausted, it was useless to use any method.

When he finished, Song Lang's clothes were soaked. The sweat was dripping down his forehead. Xiao Qing hurriedly handed over his handkerchief and said: "Young Master, wipe it quickly."

Pulse-stimulating needling was different from ordinary acupuncture treatment. It was fast, accurate, and fierce, otherwise, it cannot achieve the effect of pulse stimulating.

Since she came into this world, Bai Zhi has never used this kind of acupuncture. With her current physical quality, she can't do it at all.

Fortunately, Song Lang was here today. Otherwise, it would be difficult to save Chu Yan's life with her efforts alone.

Bai Zhi went forward to check and saw that Chu Yan's pulse was stronger and his complexion also improved. She was relieved and thanked Song Lang.

Song Lang wiped his sweat with one hand and waved his other hand: "You don't have to thank me. I saved him, and I just paid him back."

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