A guide to getting rich

Chapter 1189

She believed that she could do it, she would definitely do it, and she wanted to cure Chu Yan no matter what.

"Zhi'er, are you alright?" He grabbed her hand, trying to pull her closer, but as long as the hand was exerted, it hurt so badly, and he couldn't exert much strength.

Bai Zhi shook her head, the tears on her face fell on the back of his hands, feeling slightly cool.

"I'm fine, how about you? Does it still hurt?"

Chu Yan grinned: "It doesn't hurt, with you here, it doesn't hurt at all."

How could it not hurt, it was heart-piercing pain.

But this kind of pain is nothing compared to the distress when seeing Bai Zhi lying on the ground covered in blood.

He held her hand tightly, and she didn't pull it out. They looked at each other, one stared blankly, the other with tears in their eyes.

"If a good emperor doesn't do it, what are you doing here?" Her voice was low, with some resentment.

Chu Yan closed her eyes, with a smile still on her lips: "I just wanted to see you, secretly, I miss you so much, I can't control myself, Zhi'er, don't leave me, please , don't leave me--" His voice became lower and lower, as if he was dreaming, and before he finished speaking, he fell asleep again.

Feeling that his strength in holding her hand was gradually loosening, she hurriedly held him back, "I won't go, I will never leave you again, don't sleep, wake up quickly."

Chu Yan didn't wake up, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, wondering if he heard her words.

She was so panicked that she pressed her finger on his pulse, and could feel his pulse getting weaker and weaker.

"Quick, get my needle quickly." Bai Zhi shouted.

Xiaoqing quickly fetched her needle bag and helped her spread it on the side of the bed.

Bai Zhi quickly pulled out two needles from the needle bag, knowing exactly where the needles were going to stick, but she couldn't do it no matter what.

"Let me do it." A hand suddenly stretched out and took off the two silver needles she held in her hand, "Your hands are shaking like this, how do you insert the needles?" Song Lang stuffed a book into her hand : "You take a break first, I will give him the needle."

"But you know he's now—"

Song Lang cut off her words: "I know, pulse stimulating acupuncture, right?"

"Yes, how do you know?" Bai Zhi's hands stopped shaking suddenly, and she looked at Song Lang in surprise.

This pulse stimulating acupuncture method is a secret technique not handed down by the master, and she learned it after a lot of effort.

The master's name is Song Zhiyuan, and the master's surname is Song?
Could there be some connection between them?

Song Lang smiled and said, "Our fate doesn't seem to be simple."

Bai Zhi wanted to ask for clarification, but it was obvious that he had already started giving the injection, so she shut her mouth, and asked later, there were plenty of opportunities.

Pulse stimulating acupuncture aims to strengthen the pulse by stimulating key acupoints. If handled properly, it can bring the dead back to life.

But not for everyone.

If it is an old man whose oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, it will be useless to use any methods.

After finishing the needle, the clothes on Song Lang's body were soaked, and the bean sweat on his forehead kept dripping down. Xiaoqing hurriedly handed over the handkerchief: "My lord, wipe it off quickly."

The pulse stimulating acupuncture method is different from the ordinary acupuncture methods. It is fast, accurate and fierce, and ruthless, otherwise it cannot achieve the effect of stimulating the pulse.

Since coming to this world, Bai Zhi has never used this kind of acupuncture, and with her current physical fitness, she can't do it at all.

Fortunately, Song Lang was here today, otherwise, with her own strength, it might be difficult to save Chu Yan's life.

Bai Zhi stepped forward to check and saw that Chu Yan's pulse had become stronger and his complexion had improved. He felt relieved and hurriedly thanked Song Lang.

Song Lang wiped his sweat with one hand, and waved the other: "You don't have to thank me, I'll just pay him back a favor if I save him."

(End of this chapter)