After Wu Xian'er finished speaking, several more golden needles appeared in his hand. His shots were like lightning. With a wave of his hand, they penetrated into the major acupuncture points in Fan Kang's body. Although these acupuncture points are not fatal, they are the key to controlling the body. If they are sealed,
, then the acupuncture effect has really been achieved. Even Li Feixiong might not be able to move.
In an instant, Fan Kang lost control of his body and couldn't even speak, as if his consciousness and body were completely separated.
This surprise was truly extraordinary. Originally, Fan Kang could rely on his unparalleled willpower to activate his body's potential to resist the cold poison, but this time it was completely out of the question.
Unexpectedly, Wu Xianer, who seemed to be saintly and kind, could be so ruthless. Fan Kang finally saw this.
Wu Xian'er sneered and applied acupuncture continuously. After a while, Fan Kang was wearing trousers. Except for the inside of his trousers, the rest of his body was densely covered with golden needles, like a hedgehog. There were ninety-nine or eighty-one needles at least.
"Fortunately, this little girl still has some conscience and did not let the cold poison spread. This golden needle technique is really magical and can really stop the advance of the cold poison. It seems that it is true that she can cure Bronze Ax and the others. After all, Bronze
The cold poison on their bodies is simply too different compared to the cold poison on my body."
Seeing Fan Kang's relieved expression, Wu Xian'er seemed to know what he was thinking. She couldn't help but reveal a strange smile, approached Fan Kang's ear, and said softly: "You really think that's all I can do, huh, you'll know later.
Now, I will pull out the golden needle that controls the cold poison and let the cold poison spread to your whole body instantly. By then, won't you show up?"
I wiped it so hard!
Fan Kang's heart trembled and he complained secretly. He didn't expect that this girl looked like a living Bodhisattva, but she was actually a devil. If he pulled out the golden needle that controlled the cold poison, he could imagine how the unblocked cold poison would wreak havoc on his body.
Maybe my life will be ruined here. After all, I just used up all my drunken energy not long ago, and it is really unclear whether I can come out to meet the enemy now.
Seeing Fan Kang's panicked expression, Wu Xian'er smiled heartlessly, extremely proud and terrifying.
The operating room door opened, and everyone was dumbfounded and speechless when they saw the hedgehog-like Fan Kang, especially because some of the golden needles were still steaming with cold air, which made it even more weird. Everyone involuntarily stepped away.
From a long distance away, one could feel the biting cold air rising, but Wu Xianer turned a blind eye and did not feel any discomfort.
"The patient's condition is temporarily under control and is no longer life-threatening. However, it may not be easy to cure him completely. I need a separate ward to perform acupuncture on him. This time may be a bit long. I hope everyone will not disturb me. If
If the cold poison leaks out and you get hurt, don't blame me for not warning you."
Wu Xian'er's tone was calm and cold, as if a superior queen was issuing a decree, but no one around her felt anything was wrong.
Where did this woman come from to have such momentum?
Fan Kang secretly guessed in his heart, and at the same time desperately mobilized his willpower, trying to gain some control over his body. However, the meridians of his body were sealed. Even a god would probably be killed. He had no internal strength at all, so how could he escape?
control?
Wu Xian'er placed Fan Kang in an extremely remote and quiet high-end ward, closed the door tightly, and then walked towards Fan Kang with a smile. She didn't know what was going on, but when she saw the person in front of her, she felt a sense of unbearable.
The urge to have sex was completely subconscious. Only at this moment did she show a smile, a side that no one outside would ever see.