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The important acupuncture points all over the dying old man's body were covered with silver needles. Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly:

"You can stop his infusing..."

Long Yinwei, who continued to instill Qi next to the old man, was doubtful and slowly let go of his hand. Once he found any bad signs in the old man, he would immediately re-instill it.

But when he let go of his hand, the dying old man's breathing became smooth and showed no sign of weakness. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his eyes when he looked at Zhao Wujiang were filled with shock.

The other Long Yin Guards also felt a sense of horror in their hearts. They did not expect that Zhao Wujiang could stabilize the old man's deterioration with a silver needle. At the same time, they were also shocked by Zhao Wujiang's ability to withstand it.

You must know that they are all above the master, and the energy they instill is unbearable for ordinary people, let alone four people instilling it together.

But Zhao Wujiang endured it without any discomfort at all.

"It's stable for the time being." Zhao Wujiang's face turned pale:

"You go prepare medicine, and hurry up and get it from Tai Hospital!

I read it, you remember it!"

"Yes." Long Yin's guards looked serious.

"Rauvolfia, kudzu, plantain, osmanthus, Liujinu, cypress, cinnabar, jujube..." Zhao Wujiang kept reading out the medicinal materials:

"Ginseng, Nine Knot Grass, Blood Vine..."

Every time he uttered a word, Long Yinwei's mind trembled slightly.

The empress beside her also slumped down on a chair, staring blankly at Zhao Wujiang's increasingly pale cheeks.

"Quick! Go prepare the medicine!" Zhao Wujiang finished reading the medicinal materials and slowly fell to the ground, looking a little tired.

A 19 and A 18 quickly flew over Xiang Tai Hospital.

The room became quiet again. Zhao Wujiang closed his eyes tightly and buried his head, as if deep in thought. In fact, he was digesting the remaining Qi in his body.

This true energy was extremely precious to him. He only used a small part of it to use the Taiyi Xuan Needle, and kept the rest in his body. He used the Vajra Indestructible Magic to digest it bit by bit, and finally turned it into his own cultivation.

With the indestructible Vajra, he had the confidence to withstand so much Qi, but the overwhelming Qi still put pressure on him, causing his blood to boil and it was difficult to stop. At this moment, his face was as pale as paper.

"Are you okay?" The empress raised her eyebrows with worry.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head slowly, his body trembling slightly with his head buried in it, as if he was suffering from pain.

"Master Zhao?" Long Yinwei felt that the aura in Zhao Wujiang's body was a little confused, and his condition was not good.

"It doesn't matter!" Zhao Wujiang turned around, his eyes were as red as blood, which frightened those who saw him, and he said in a deep voice:

"Go and get some utensils for grinding and cooking medicinal materials."

Long Yinwei said yes and left quickly. The empress looked at Zhao Wujiang with increasingly worried eyes. In her opinion, Zhao Wujiang was obviously overdrafting himself to forcibly stabilize the dying old man's aura, and the reason why Zhao Wujiang did this was

, it should be for her.

This matter involves the truth about the death of the late emperor. Zhao Wujiang is fighting desperately for the truth about her. Her eyes when looking at Zhao Wujiang can't help trembling, and there is a faint glimmer of water.

Not long after, a lot of medicinal materials were brought back to the palace, and Long Yinwei, under the guidance of Zhao Wujiang, began to grind and cook the medicinal materials.

Zhao Wujiang's complexion slowly returned to a little rosy, and he used mysterious gestures in his hands to control the silver needle remotely.

Silver needles were continuously pulled out of the old man's body and inserted into other acupuncture points, causing complex changes, and the dying old man's cheeks, which were originally pale as paper, slowly turned rosy.

But the color on Zhao Wujiang's cheeks was slowly fading away, turning as pale as snow.

Half an hour later, the dying old man's face turned completely rosy, and then with a "wow" sound, a mouthful of thick black blood spurted out from his mouth.

"The heart-damaging energy has been removed. Give me the medicine, quickly!" Zhao Wujiang lowered his eyebrows and said in a weak voice:

"Two more people will instill Qi into me!"

"Master Zhao?" Jia Shiba and Jia Shijiang continued to inject their true energy into Zhao Wujiang's body. They carefully adjusted the extent of this infusion to avoid hurting Zhao Wujiang.

The other Long Yin guards fed the old man the prepared medicine and waited for Zhao Wujiang to speak.

Zhao Wujiang raised his hand and made a move. The silver needles on the old man's body trembled slightly, and then the trembling became more intense, and they were pulled out of the old man's body one after another.

"Whoosh whoosh..." When Zhao Wujiang pulled out the silver needle, he seemed to be exhausted and fell backwards. The silver needle kept flying around.

Jia Jiu waved his big hand and put away all the silver needles.

"He is fine, but the true energy in his body has been colliding for a long time, blocking the sea of ​​heart and consciousness, and it will take some time to wake up..." Zhao Wujiang's face was like gold paper, and his voice was weak and he ordered:

"You guys keep a good guard on him, the others can't get close to him, and take the medicinal soup I just gave you on time."

"Yes!" Long Yin's guards said respectfully. They had checked the old man's condition and found that he was no longer in critical condition and had basically recovered.

They looked at Zhao Wujiang with countless respects in their eyes. If the original slight respect was just because Zhao Wujiang was the emperor's confidant, then the respect now comes from the heart.
Chapter completed!