"Fugui, you said you...you have a way?"

Chunhua's eyes were filled with tears, staring at Wang Fugui in disbelief.

Seeing Wang Fugui's calm face, Chunhua chose to believe his words for no reason.

"You... are you sure?"

"Sister-in-law, now is not the time to talk about this. You can put the child on the bed first."

"well!"

Spring flowers staggered a little.

Wang Fugui looked at Chunhua's back, shook his head, and then quickly followed.

Inner room.

Chunhua looked at the baby with a blue color on the bed, and then looked at Wang Fugui, who had a expressionless face.

"Fugui, what should I do if I...?"

Chunhua looked anxious.

Wang Fugui did not say anything, and came to the bedside and touched the baby's wrist.

Seeing this, Chunhua was so scared that she didn't dare to show up.

"hiss……"

At this moment, Wang Fugui suddenly took a breath of air conditioning.

Spring flowers suddenly panicked.

"Fugui, you dare not scare my sister, this..."

"Sister-in-law, the child...has a cerebral hemorrhage!"

Wang Fugui's face looked very ugly.

After his diagnosis, the little baby's pulse was inaudible.

If you didn’t feel it carefully, you would probably have to decide that the baby in front of you is stillbirth.

The situation...is not good!

"Brain...cerebral hemorrhage?"

Chunhua's body was like shaking, and her lips were trembling.

Wang Fugui knew that Chunhua could not explain this fact and was about to get up to comfort her.

With a "thump", Chunhua fainted.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law!"

Wang Fugui was overwhelmed and didn't care about the baby in the bed. He rushed forward and hugged Chunhua.

A faint fragrance mixed with milk smell rushed straight into his nose, and Wang Fugui's body suddenly shook.

However, Wang Fugui didn't care about thinking so much, so he quickly helped Chunhua on the bed and pinched her.

After a while, the spring flowers finally woke up.

"Child, my child!"

After a brief faint, Chunhua still cared about her children.

"Sister Chunhua, don't worry, I have a way to save him."

Wang Fugui's eyes were bright and gave spring flowers great comfort.

The spring flowers were stunned for a moment.

"Do you have embroidery needles at home? I need tools!"

As he said that, Wang Fugui lifted up his sleeves.

"Yes, I'll find it for you now!"

Chunhua quickly got up, rummaged through the cabinets, and found the needle and thread for sewing clothes from her mother Liu Xiulan's sewing basket.

"Fugui, is this OK?"

"Okay, no problem!"

After taking the embroidery needle handed over by Chunhua, he asked Chunhua to make a bowl of old vinegar to disinfect it.

"Thirteen needles from the Ghost Gate!"

Wang Fugui murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

The next moment, the silver needle in his hand flew and fell on the baby's head one by one.

Chunhua stared at Wang Fugui's hand tightly, but she couldn't see his movements clearly.

After a few breaths, the baby's head was already pierced like a little hedgehog.

"Fugui, this..."

Chunhua was both scared and shocked, and she didn't say anything for a long time.

Her attention was always on the little baby, but she didn't notice Wang Fugui's pale face.

At this time, Wang Fugui, who had already applied the injection, only felt weak all over and had a fight with his eyelids.

He sat down beside the bed, sweating profusely.

I have to say that the thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate really consume mind and physical strength.

In just a short while, he actually consumed his originally strong body to this point.

Wang Fugui was very surprised.

However, the thirteen acupuncture of the Ghost Gate requires fast, and at the critical moment of life and death, it is necessary to steal people from the King of Hell, which is naturally different from the usual acupuncture treatment.

"Fugui, what's wrong with you?"

Perhaps because he felt Wang Fugui's abnormality, Chunhua looked at him anxiously.

"Why did you sweat so much?"

Chunhua said, and quickly picked up the towel at her hand to wipe Wang Fugui's sweat.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired!"

Wang Fuguiqiang cheered up and smiled at Chunhua.

"Fugui, I..."

The first half of the spring flowers is still full of crying.

Before he finished speaking, Wang Fugui felt a soft and hot body in his arms.

When Chunhua saw that the baby on the bed had not woken up, she could no longer hold back her nervousness, so she threw herself into Wang Fugui's arms and started crying loudly.

"Child...what should I do if he dies!"

Chunhua sobbed and cried, while hugging Wang Fugui tightly.

Wang Fugui lowered his head and was about to comfort the woman crying in his arms with the rain.

The eyes were filled with spring flowers, and the white collar almost blinded his eyes.

hiss……

Wang Fugui took a breath of air conditioning.

Such a scene made him, a young man in his twenties, feel energetic.

After a while of dry mouth, Wang Fugui swallowed with difficulty.

The words of comfort have long been thrown out of the sky.

However, Chunhua seemed not to notice Wang Fugui's strangeness and still cried hysterically.

My body trembled slightly because of sobs.

Wang Fugui only felt the two huge balls rubbing against his body.

An evil fire ran from bottom to top and ran around in his body.

Wang Fugui only felt his brain buzzing.

If this continues, it will...

"Ahem! That's it, Sister Chunhua, don't cry first, listen to me!"

In the end, reason defeats instinct.

Wang Fugui shook Chunhua's body with a hot face.

"What?"

Hearing the sound, the cry of spring flowers came to an abrupt end.
To be continued...