The figure who had originally collapsed on the ground suddenly jumped up and rushed forward several steps. Seeing his vitality, it was not like the tragic situation of being hit by a carriage? Jing Wuming immediately turned over and got off the horse, lifted his sword and approached: "Where did the troublemakers come from in the street to blackmail!"

Seeing that the onlookers were losing interest, the man cursed in his heart and raised his thin hand to speak. When he glanced at Long Qi who was driving the car, his eyes were full of surprise. He looked at Long Qi for a few more times, and muttered, "It's so fucking like it."

Jing Wuming could hear clearly. Just as he was about to get closer to see the person's true face, the man suddenly turned his head and looked over. His eyes seemed to be cold in his eyes, which made him feel numb and was about to have an attack. The man suddenly grabbed his wrist and smiled gloomyly: "You are not long."

Jing Wuming was furious when he heard these unlucky words, but the man ran away with a smile. Jing Wuming's eyebrows were thunderous. The lights were dim, but he also saw that the man was about fifty years old, and had a pair of rat eyes. He looked like he was not like a good person.

But this man was not very imposing, but he spoke so gloomy that it made people feel uncomfortable. He let go of his hand holding the knife, turned around and walked towards his horse. As soon as he held the reins, he felt dizzy.

Jing Wuming thought he was good at it, so he covered up his uneasiness and turned his back on his horse!

Dong, Long Qi and Qin Feng looked over after hearing the sound, and the mighty Jing Wuming fell off his horse and was unconscious.

This incident caused the people who had just scattered around him again. Qin Feng hurriedly jumped out of the carriage, helped Jing Wuming up and looked at him. His lips turned black, and he was obviously poisoned!

The man just now... Qin Feng gritted his teeth. The man had run away without a trace. It was important to save the person now. He immediately carried the person into the carriage and ordered Long Qi to drive to the clinic. Qin Feng was shining with Feng Bao's lantern.

After I opened Jing Wuming's throat, I saw that my tonsils were already inflamed, and my breath was hot, and I felt so hot!

Just now, the only contact between the man and Jing Wuming was when they were holding their wrists. This was very similar to the poisoning of Tang Xiang at that time. Qin Feng's heart moved slightly, and he opened Jing Wuming's sleeves, and saw that the veins were black and blue veins floated out.

Compared to his invisible needle hole, Jing Wuming was stabbed by the needle with obvious signs. The man gave Jing Wuming a poisonous needle!

Feng Bao and Jing Wuming have not been together for a long time, but they also know that this person is a little reckless and not a bad person. They were anxious: "The old man is afraid that he is not sick, and poisons him in front of so many people, without any resentment. Is Jing Wuming going to die?"

Qin Feng kept silent and quickly lifted the medicine box, took out his set of needles, brushed his hand over the needles of all sizes, and finally took out a not-slim silver needle: "Palm light."

Feng Bao immediately lifted the lamp closer. Qin Feng lowered his head and looked for Jing Wuming's veins. The silver needle quickly picked up the skin and pierced it quickly. Blood beads came out one by one. Feng Bao covered his mouth. The blood was red and black, which was very terrifying!

Qin Feng's movements were very fast, so fast that there was almost a heavy shadow. Perhaps because he felt the pain on his skin, Jing Wuming groaned a few times.

When Long Qi, who was driving, heard the movement, he said nothing, and held the reins in his hand tighter, and the carriage drove faster and faster.

When they arrived at the clinic, several doctors who had not yet paid the deposit had seen Long Qi come in with one person on their back, and the director who followed them was about to follow in, but Feng Bao stopped him: "Don't bother everyone, this is an emergency, the prince consort takes care of it himself."

Several doctors could only be isolated outside the door. Qin Feng put down Jing Wuming, but the blood that had pierced out had faded a lot of black.

He just used the method of stabbing the meridians, which is bloodletting.

Pick the acupoints and the blood floats out in a coagulated bead shape, which can detoxify and remove turbid air.

Jing Wuming was poisoned for not long and had not yet walked along the seven tendons and eight veins to the lungs. The effect of using puncture is the fastest.

Seeing that the blood was no longer there, Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, took out a pill from the drawer and stuffed it into his mouth, and then patted him on the back. Jing Wuming choked and the pill fell into his throat. Qin Feng looked at his wrist again, and the heat rash that had just gotten was still there.

He had a rash on his skin and an inflamed throat. The man gave him a heat poison. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "I can't die."

Feng Bao and Long Qi looked at each other and said in unison: "Is it really impossible to die?"

If Jing Wuming was awake, he was afraid he would ask, do you two want me to die or live?

Isn't there any joy in this tone?

Qin Feng took the pulse and listened to the heart sound to confirm that his vital signs were normal. He just took Jing Wuming the Jiedu Pills of Qingre Toxicity, which contained ingredients such as False Fire Grass and C. C. e.g., which were effective quickly.

If you can see the heat rash disappear after half of the incense stick, it will be cured. Feng Bao heard that the consequences of this incense really came to order, as if he wanted to verify Qin Feng's statement. However, before half of the incense stick had reached, the rash on Jing Wuming's wrist would obviously disappear.

After all, I am a trainer. This physique is much stronger than that of ordinary people and the effect of the medicine is also effective.

When Jing Wuming woke up, he felt his throat burning, his stomach ached slightly, and his eyes were hot. Long Qi was squatting beside him, looking at him without any anger and joy: "Are you awake?"

"What's going on?" Jing Wuming realized that his voice was hoarse when he spoke: "Where am I?"

"You kid made someone plot. The man poisoned you just now. Fortunately, the boss gave you a blowjob. If you don't wake up, he will give you an injection." Long Qi finally showed a hint of gloating.

Jing Wuming heard about the injection for the first time, and thought that Long Qi had hit his brain, so he should have said that he should have acupuncture.

As soon as he turned around, he saw that Qin Feng was really holding a strange thing in his hand. The thing was cylindrical, but had a small needle at the front.

Isn't that a glass tube? Why did you bring a needle?

Qin Feng was holding the syringe he had modified. In fact, this dynasty also had similar things, but they were made of bamboo tubes, and the shapes were slightly different. That thing was used for enema.

Zhang Zhongjing once mentioned this object in his medical books, and later generations believed that it was the predecessor of the syringe.

Qin Feng rarely used syringes for no reason. In later generations, this thing was disposable and was treated as medical waste when used. However, there was no plastic in this dynasty, so he used glass to replace it, which was costly and it took a lot of effort to make one.

If it is too much trouble to use and give up like in later generations, so before the last few days, the extracts he carefully produced can be saved as much as possible, and the syringe can be avoided.

He just planned that if Jing Wuming didn't wake up, he would take a ruthless injection of medicine. Unexpectedly, the guard was in good health. After he got through it, he took the things and said, "It is normal for a discomfort in the throat, and it will be cured in a few days."
Chapter completed!