Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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"Zhutian, is that really you?"

Yang Zimei's voice trembled because of excitement.

"Well, it's me, I'm back."

Long Zhutian rested his chin on her shoulder, and the warm breath gently blew past her ears and into her neck, itching like a summer sea breeze.

"Still...going?"

"Well, I'm not leaving."

"Really?"

"real!"

"Really?"

"real!!"

Yang Zimei's hand touched the back of his hand, just about to turn around to look at his face, his long-lost face, to see if he was injured, but suddenly felt his waist loosen, and his hand slipped down, Then fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

"Day by day—"

Yang Zimei's originally happy mood fell into the boundless darkness in an instant, and she turned her head nervously.

I saw Long Zhutian's face was white and limp on the ground, his body was curled up slightly, his eyes were closed tightly, the corners of his lips were slightly bruised, one hand was covering his chest, the other hand...

Yang Zimei gasped, surprised and heartbroken.

He didn't have the other hand, and the black shirt was empty.

At this time, Yang Zimei didn't have time to think about why he didn't have a hand, so she hurriedly checked his heart pulse and found that his heart pulse was beating abnormally. When he tore off the shirt on his chest, he saw a faint glow in the pit of his heart. A round of black is not like being poisoned, but like being cast by a magic spell.

Yang Zimei hastily poured her vitality into him.

However, his own vitality and his vitality seemed to be two magnetic fields that contradict each other and could not be integrated at all.

She had no choice but to take out the silver needles and use her vitality to do acupuncture for him, stimulating his acupoints and protecting his heart veins.

However, he can't wake up yet.

However, the pulse gradually stabilized, and there was no danger for the time being.

Yang Zimei bent over, trying to hug him in.

Weight is nothing to her.

However, his figure is too tall, about 1.9 meters tall, and she is only 1.6 meters, so it is difficult to hold.

At this time, Snow Lake came out.

"let me!"

He reached out and took Long Zhutian over, hugged him in his arms, walked quickly into the room, went straight to the room where Yang Zimei was, and put Long Zhutian on the bed.

Before Yang Zimei could say more, Xuehu had already started to check the black shadow in Long Zhutian's heart.

Frowning slightly, he took out a crystal clear but fragrant pill from the storage ring, and stuffed it into Long Zhutian's mouth.

"Xuehu, what did you feed him?"

Yang Zimei anxiously held Long Zhutian's hand and asked.

"The Huanyuan Pill of our Fox Clan."

Xuehu's palm rested on Long Zhutian's heart, closed his eyes and exercised.

Big drops of sweat ooze from Xuehu's forehead, his face gradually turns as white as Long Zhutian's, and white steam rises from his palms and Long Zhutian's chest.

The temperature of the whole room rises rapidly, then cools down again...

This was repeated a dozen times.

Finally, Xuehu moved his hand away from Long Zhutian's heart, took it back, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, stood up, and said to Yang Zimei with a weak breath, "I can only help him up to this point , take a good look at him, I'll go back to my room to rest first."

Yang Zimei saw that his footsteps were somewhat vain, and hurriedly reached out to support him, "Xuehu, are you alright?"

"It will be fine."

Xuehu glanced at her softly, then gently pushed her hand away, "Just look at him, I'll go back to my room by myself."

Yang Zimei looked at Long Zhutian on the bed, and then at him.

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