The door to the room was blasted open, and one could hear the arrival of the rescuer whom he had been waiting for for days. However, Yan Qing beside the bed showed no reaction, as if the person sitting there was just an empty shell.

Yan Qi's heart tightened and he called out cautiously: "Master?"

Yan Qing took advantage of the faint morning light and looked at the face of the person on the bed who could no longer hear his breathing. Only one person could be seen in the dark eyes.

"If it had been a moment earlier..."

Even if it's only half a moment early.

Can he still be saved?

Yan Qing murmured in a hoarse voice, her dry eyes burning and hurting, but she couldn't shed a single tear.

The worry that I was still worried about before seems to have disappeared now.

My chest was so empty that I could even vaguely hear the sound of wind passing through it.

When Yan Qi heard this, his heart suddenly became cold. He wanted to say something to comfort him, but he was speechless.

Mu Lao, who was relieved, didn't care about anything at this time. He pushed Yan Qi away and shouted: "Hurry up and grab the little old man. He didn't even give me a look before he said something."

No more? Then my trip was not in vain!"

As he spoke, Mu Lao strode to Yan Qing's side, waved his sleeves in disgust and chased him away, "Come up here, don't hinder me from seeing a doctor!"

Seeing Mu Lao looking like he was about to commit a crime, Yan Qi hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but Mu Lao took one look at Meng Shulan's face and muttered: "Isn't this just a matter of holding your breath? Just let it go.

Come on? The little girl is crying with a mournful face, I really think this kid is meeting the King of Hell!"

"real?!"

Yan Qing seemed to be grasping at straws, holding on to Mu Lao and asking, "Is he still alive?!"

Mu Lao was startled by her, but the next moment he was waving his arms and legs: "Get away! Get away!"

"The little girl is as skinny as a monkey, how can she be so strong?"

Mu Lao shook his arm and almost got his arm pinched, "Little girl, don't go crazy right now! If something happens to me, little old man, this kid will definitely be buried with me!"

Yan Qing's eyes were blurred, and he lifted the corner of his robe and knelt in front of Mu Lao, bowing to the end: "Qing is rude, Mr. Chong. But I beg you to save his life with your kind and skillful hands. I wish my liver and brain will be wiped out to repay your great kindness!"

"Okay, okay, if you have this skill, you might as well do something serious."

Mu Lao curled up his beard, lifted Meng Shulan's quilt, took off his shirt, and muttered, "If I don't save him, how can I still go to the theater and enjoy the banquet?"

Yan Qing didn't feel funny at all, but he just laughed so stupidly, as if he had found a treasure, he couldn't even laugh or cry.

After getting up from the ground, Yan Qing stood beside him at a loss and asked, "What can I do?"

Mu Lao raised his hand to signal her to be quiet, and carefully looked at Meng Shulan's wounds and the spread of poisonous marks on her body.

When he saw that the poisonous marks on Meng Shulan's chest had almost spread to his heart, Mu Lao's face became a little more solemn. He raised his hand and pressed several large acupuncture points on his heart and chest, making his face even more ugly.

Yan Qing looked at Mu Lao nervously, with his heart in his throat.

Seeing Mu Lao's solemn expression, the little hope that had just risen in Yan Qing's heart sank deeply.

Yan Qing held her breath and wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to speak.

I was afraid of disturbing Mr. Mu’s consultation, and I was even more afraid of confirming my suspicion.

When Yan Qing finally lost his composure and spoke, Mu Lao withdrew his hand from Meng Shulan and spoke with a sullen face: "This guy is a civil servant, and his muscles are quite strong. These few moves are very laborious.

!”

Yan Qing, who had been nervous for a long time, suddenly heard Mu Lao's words and was a little unable to react.

But as Mu Lao's words fell, she heard a weak breath.

Yan Qing suddenly turned her head to look at Meng Shulan on the bed. She was surprised and happy, but suddenly she covered her face, raised her head and took a deep breath. The ecstasy rushed into her heart after she was extremely sad. No matter what she did, she could not suppress the turbulence in her heart at this moment.

I was in such a mood that I cried and laughed at the same time, as if I was crazy.

Mu Lao shook his aching hands and glanced at Yan Qing, who was standing on the bedside, looking up and swallowing all the joy and tears into his heart. He tried his best to restrain himself. A flash of pity flashed in his old eyes, but he quickly covered it up.

With a fierce face, he scolded: "Why are you still standing here?"

"Hurry up and prepare things!"

Mu Lao reprimanded him calmly, "What are you happy about now? If this poison is not cured, in less than half an hour, this kid will still be done with it!"

These words hit Yan Qing's pain, knocking her to the bottom of her ecstasy of regaining herself.

After wiping his face, Yan Qing sniffed and asked quickly: "What do you need to prepare? I'll go right away!"

"Wooden basin, boiling water to start with, knife to burn with strong steamed wine, ginseng soup to kill."

When Mu Lao saw Yan Qing quickly pull out a pen and paper to take notes, he tilted his beard with satisfaction and explained in a rare way, "I have to bleed him. I also asked someone to prepare the blood-tonifying soup and clean gauze."

,as well as……"

Mu Lao recited a long list of names of medicinal materials, and Yan Qing memorized them quickly, for fear of missing anything.

After Mu Lao finished speaking, Yan Qing quickly confirmed with him.

"Yes, that's all."

Mu Lao nodded, then shook open the cloth bag he carried with him, took out the silver needle from it, and stabbed Meng Shulan's body firmly into a large acupuncture point, then turned to stop Yan Qi who was about to walk out the door, "Where are you kid?"

go?!"

As he spoke, Mu Lao squinted his eyes, glanced at Yan Qing who was waiting beside him, and said, "Go, this kid will stay here to help me."

After that, regardless of whether people agree or not, he turned around and stabbed Meng Shulan with another needle, and at the same time gave an order to Yan Qi, "Take off this kid's pants!"

It is indeed more appropriate for Yan Qi to stay.

Yan Qing turned around and went out with the paper filled with medicinal materials, but heard Mu Lao shouting from inside the room: "That's right! Let the kitchen cook something to eat, something soft and easy to eat!"

Yan Qing was confused at first, then became happy, turned back to the door and asked: "Will he wake up after a while?"

Thinking about it, this person has been lying down for two or three days and only drank some soup. He will definitely be hungry when he wakes up.

Yan Qing was happy in her heart, but Mu Lao poured cold water on her: "Why is it so fast? The food is for me! This kid only needs ginseng soup to survive, and he will not die of hunger for a while. But little old man, I won't eat anymore.

, I have to go have tea with the King of Hell! I’m so busy these days, I didn’t even get a bite of food yesterday.”

Listening to Mu Lao's complaint, Yan Qingxin fell down again and turned to prepare something, but then heard Mu Lao's voice chasing after him and shouting, "You have to eat too! People who are already as skinny as monkeys don't eat.

, people are about to lose their shape! When we look back, this one is gone, but that one is gone, why don’t I have to work hard and treat it as my free time? Today’s young people don’t even know how to feel sorry for the elderly!”

Listening to Mu Lao's angry and scolding voice, Yan Qing's mood, which had been unable to calm down for a long time due to great joy and sadness, actually became much calmer at this moment.
Chapter completed!