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Chapter Fifty-Three Fate Hangs by a Thread

"Act, keep acting. I want to see how long you can perform. I didn't beat her or scold her. I believe that the eyes of the onlookers are sharp and you can definitely testify for me." She fell to the ground while looking at her.

Zhang Yan, a non-mainstream girl, spread her hands to the surrounding people to express her innocence, but she did not attract any sympathetic looks.

"Sister Xuening, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?" The two girls next to them saw Qin Xuening lying on the ground and hurriedly knelt down to help her check.

"Boy, my sister Xue Ning is sick. If anything happens to her, we three sisters will not let you go."

"This doesn't seem to be any of my business. You provoked me first, right? Since I gave you the money and you don't want it, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Zhang Yan did not want to tangle with these young girls who had experienced many hardships in society, and wanted to rush out through the crowd of Xirang, but the onlookers had no intention of giving in. Some people pointed at Zhang Yan and said:

"Boy, do you think you've made someone angry and want to get away? If there's something wrong with someone, I guess you'll spend the rest of your life in jail."

"That's right! Young man, I think you'd better send her to the hospital quickly! It seems like this will cost a lot of money. If you had known this, you might as well have handed over the two thousand yuan to the other party as soon as possible, and it wouldn't be like this now.

The result.”

Listening to the commotion around him, Zhang Yan was even worried about death. Now he really couldn't wash away his grievances even if he jumped into the Yellow River. See a doctor, no matter what doctor you see. He is a pure doctor and still needs it.

Should I send her to the hospital? I want to see how this little girl can continue to pretend in the hands of my miracle doctor.

Zhang Yan couldn't stand the contempt of the people around him and scolded him angrily, and slowly walked up to the three girls.

"What do you want to do? If you get close to us, call the police and say you are teasing us." Looking at Zhang Yan who was slowly approaching, the two non-mainstream girls said intimidatingly. Their emotions have already regarded Zhang Yan as a pervert.

"I'm a doctor. Let me check her out. I want to see if she is really sick or fake." Regardless of the obstruction of the two non-mainstream girls, Zhang Yan came to Qin Xuening's side, slowly squatted down and stretched out.

He reached out and grabbed her white wrist.

As soon as Qin Xuening's arm came into contact, an unstable hand slipped out of Zhang Yan's palm. It was as smooth as a loach. He couldn't help but marveled. It was really rare for a woman to have such skin. Carefully again

Grabbing it, Zhang Yan pressed his index and middle fingers on the pulse of Qin Xueninghao's wrist to carefully identify whether she was sick.

This touch didn't matter, Zhang Yan's expression became solemn, Qin Xuening's pulse beat very slowly, normally it was seventy or eighty times per minute, but now it only beats less than twenty times per minute. It seems that her collapse was not

Acting, this non-mainstream girl is really sick, this was Zhang Yan's first thought after checking his pulse.

Putting Qin Xuening's wrist on the ground and reaching her nose with his fingers, he found that her breathing was very weak. Zhang Yan couldn't tell what kind of illness the other party had, but there was still no way to prevent her from dying in a short time and save her life.

questionable.

In order to prevent Qin Xuening from having any sequelae, Zhang Yan did not dare to be a little negligent. He took out a palm-sized wooden box from his body and opened it on the ground. He opened the gauze inside to reveal the shiny silver needle. The silver needle.

The number is not very large, you can count it at a glance, thirteen needles, but Zhang Yan only took out three needles from it. This is the maximum number he can use now with his Qi cultivation. Even if he uses three needles, it will not give him enough time.

A feeling of exhaustion.

"Boy, are you okay? If you kill me, Sister Xue Ning, we will never be done with you."

Not only did the two non-mainstream girls not believe it, but even the surrounding onlookers did not believe that the handsome young man in front of them was actually a doctor, and a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. What was even more unbelievable was that he actually knew acupuncture in traditional Chinese medicine.

"It's okay not to let me treat her. I can conclude that she will die before the ambulance comes. Whether you believe me or the ambulance, make your own decision!"

Zhang Yan was about to perform acupuncture, but he was stopped by two non-mainstream girls, holding silver needles and asking with a smile.

They also knew a little about Qin Xuening's symptoms. They would relapse every once in a while. This time it was more serious than the last time. They were probably angry at the young man in front of them. The way the young man held the needle didn't look like he was lying.

Even if it is a lie, now we can only treat a dead horse as a living horse.

"You treat her! If Sister Xue Ning has three games and two episodes, I will definitely not let you go."

Qin Xuening's life was important, and Zhang Yan didn't care too much about these trivial matters with them. If something happened to her, he might not be able to escape the relationship. He inserted three silver needles into Shenmen, Qihu, and Zhangmen respectively.

The three major acupuncture points protected her heart veins, and the needles were quickly inserted, retracted, and back and forth. The movements were fast and without any sloppiness. The crowd and the two non-mainstream girls were dazzled as if they were watching a magic trick.

Continuously pulling out and tightening the needles, large beads of sweat oozed from Zhang Yan's forehead, rolling down his face and dripping to the ground. Using the Taiyi Divine Needle consumes a lot of energy. Zhang Yan's medical skills

He wasn't tall to begin with. After thirty thrusts, Zhang Yan's face turned pale, as bloodless as white paper. He didn't dare to make fun of the other person's life. After completing this series of actions, he grabbed

Qin Xuening's Hao Wan began to whistle, and when she felt that the other party's pulse had returned to normal, she smiled knowingly.

Seeing Zhang Yan stop and look at the smile on his pale face, the two non-mainstream girls on the side came to their senses and asked with worried faces: "Boy, are you okay?"

"Why are you so anxious? Did she get better immediately when she had the disease before? Don't tell me that you don't know that she has this disease. I am a doctor, you can't lie to me."

Zhang Yan could make guesses about what to say to the other party, but the silence of the two non-mainstream girls after listening to his words made him even more convinced that his idea was right.

"Damn it, this little girl is sick to begin with? She wants to help me support her. Fortunately, I am a doctor, a pure miracle doctor. Otherwise, I would have been dragged into the water by her." Zhang Yan cursed in his heart. He took the silver needle out of his heart.

Qin Xuening pulled it out from the chest, put it in the box, put it away and put it in her arms.

He turned his head to Qin Xuening's face, looking at her pure and charming face, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart. Although this little girl spoke very manly, she still had a pretty face.
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