At a loss, the ghost doctor said, "You are stupid, you use your mouth!"

Zhao Jiner widened her round almond eyes, "Ha? How to use her mouth?"

Wen Song chuckled, "Your granddaughter is so simple."

The ghost doctor Bai asked Song a glance, and made a demonstration with regret, pouting his old lips.

"That's it. If you put the water into your mouth and feed it to his mouth, it won't leak or choke him."

Zhao Jiner's pretty face turned slightly red, "Is this reasonable?"

"Why is it unreasonable! You are a serious couple, it's the most reasonable!"

Although she often bites each other after turning off the lights and goes to the kang on weekdays, she asked her to feed her husband mouth to mouth in front of the two old men, but Zhao Jiner still couldn't overcome the hurdle in her heart.

He still asked Song Zhixiang and pulled the ghost doctor out, "We will definitely be embarrassed to stare at her here."

Zhao Jiner's face turned redder when she was told the central thing.

But being ashamed is, my husband's health is important.

As soon as the two old men left, she followed the method of ghost doctors to feed Qin Muxiu water bit by bit.

After feeding, Qin Muxiu still didn't wake up.

Zhao Jin'er took his pulse and the pulse was stable. He temporarily felt relieved and took out the bruising and damage ointment he had prepared to wipe the wounds all over his body.

At this time, Qin Muxiu was immersed in a nightmare and was anxious.

It is not so much a nightmare, but rather a variety of experiences in previous lives.

The battlefield with corpses and mountains, the cold and empty palace, the defeated bandits who were tremblingly, Mu Yi, whose head was cut off, and Wen Chanjuan, whose belly was hollowed out...

Scenes flashed in his mind, no matter how painful he was, he could not stop.

In my mind, my mother's voice always lingers, "Cultivate, save us. You have been reborn, but we don't!"

"We are repeating the desperate situation before our death every day. We are so miserable if we can't go up to the blue lake or down to the underworld!"

Qin Muxiu was sweating in cold sweat and struggled with his hands and feet, but how could he not escape from his dream?

"Honey, my husband, what's wrong with you?"

When Zhao Jiner saw Qin Muxiu suddenly shook her head and struggled, she couldn't help but panic.

"Grandpa Song! My husband is very bad!"

The two old men came in quickly.

Seeing that Qin Muxiu started vomiting blood again, he had no choice.

"How could this happen? I have sealed his acupoints!"

Asked Song licking his lips, "Why would I find out what nightmare he was having through the fontanelle again?"

The ghost doctor stopped him and said, "You are the only one who has made Miss Wen, except for the ghost evil, and you have severe loss of essence. You should not take risks. I should seal a few acupoints for him."

But no matter how he sealed the acupoint, Qin Muxiu continued to vomit blood.

Zhao Jiner is really scared.

He grabbed Qin Muxiu's hand tightly, "Mr., you can't have anything to do, Jin'er is still waiting for you!"

"Hey, it's strange." The ghost doctor muttered.

"What's so strange?" Wensong asked.

"See if he doesn't vomit blood."

"It seems that your needle has worked."
Chapter completed!