The Talented Doctor

"Mother, I'm fine!" Ouyang Haoxuan giggled. Although his voice was still hoarse and broken, but this time it was a real laugh, full of incredible surprises and expectations, "Mother, my hand, and My feet... are conscious! It hurts, so numb! Hahaha... I am conscious!"

He smiled and smiled, tears fell, mixed with blood and sweat on the corners of his mouth, his entire face looked miserable and hideous.

Who can understand the sorrow and despair of a promising new star who can only lie in bed and wait for death every day! The hands and feet don't seem to be yours, you can't hold them tightly, and you can't stand. Wouldn't it be better to live like this?

Now, he finally felt his hands and feet. After a year and a half, he finally... finally felt the presence of his limbs again.

Ouyang Haoxuan cried with joy, no matter how great the pain was, it was nothing compared to the despair and humiliation before.

Madam Ouyang and Ouyang Zhixiong's complexion changed abruptly, almost wanting to rush to the bed, but they were afraid of disturbing Hexi's rescue, so they could only hold back with tears in their eyes.

Hexi finally finished inserting all the silver needles, only to feel exhausted like his whole body collapsed.

However, the treatment has only just begun, and the next step is the key.

She discovered that it was probably because the people in this world were all cultivators, and the body was tempered as a magic weapon. It would be a hundred times more difficult for her internal force to run through the meridians of the human body than in the previous life, and it also made her internal force exhausted.

This is because Ouyang Haoxuan's body has been eroded by toxins for a year and became weak. Otherwise, she would even have a problem with her complete set of 108 needles.

It's just that the next step is to use the silver needle to force the poison out, which is an extremely difficult process.

"Xi Yue, you can try to use spiritual power." The gentle and low voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Hexi was taken aback, and when she turned her head, she saw Nangongyu's shining handsome face, which made her heart skip a beat unconsciously.

"Impossible." Hexi forced himself to settle down before shook his head and said, "I can't mobilize enough spiritual power."

It was not that she had never thought of this method, and even wanted to experiment more than anyone else.

But in order to become poisonous, she needs to inject her internal force into countless branches of meridians throughout her body and operate at the same time. Once a place is missed, toxins will instantly gather here, causing Ouyang Haoxuan's body to burst and die.

Of course, using spiritual power is much simpler and more effective than internal breath, but she can't store spiritual power at all. How can it be enough to rely on that point to penetrate into the meridian residual?

Nangongyu curled up the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly: "I will let you try. Naturally, there is a way to ensure your aura is sufficient."

At the end of the speech, Hexi only felt that a broad palm was pressing on her vest, and the hot temperature of the palm was transmitted to the skin through the thin clothes, causing her body to feel aroused and stretched instantly.

Nangongyu's low laughter came from his ears, mellow and magnetic, with obvious pleasure.

Hexi's face turned dark, and he was about to take a step forward to avoid him, but suddenly felt a cool and strong spiritual force slowly injected into his body.

The exhaustion of the whole body disappeared without a trace in an instant, and even the originally dry Dantian seemed to be about to move.

Hexi instantly understood what Nangongyu meant. You only need healing, but you don't have enough spiritual power. I'll add it to you.

So proud, so self-talking.

Hexi's face blushed, but he did not refuse any more, but concentratedly took out a silver needle about one foot long and slightly thicker than his hair from the space.