1116. Chapter 1116 Bewitching and Charming, a Bit Ruthless (3)

Su Qiao twisted her eyebrows, twisted the man's hand, and pushed him hard against the earth wall: "You shut up now, stand there and don't move."

She just wants to save people, not to harm them, why is it so serious?

Like she was going to kill someone.

Qi Jinghe did not expect her strength to be so great.

Under her hands, there was no resistance at all.

Ignoring the back pain, he had scarlet eyes, clenched his fists, and looked as if he was going out:

"Su, if you dare to mess around, even if I risk this life today, Qi Jinghe will die with you!"

perish together?

Su Qiao rolled her eyes: "You think too much."

"You can't even beat me with one hand."

Just looking at people taller, in fact, is a flower shelf.

[Host, shouldn't you say 'You think too much, I just want to save your father'? 】

Didn't she intensify the conflict?

When Qi Jinghe heard this, he became even more angry.

Pointing at Su Qiao, his eyes rolled with anger: "You...?"

"Shut up and delay my time, your father is really helpless."

Seeing that the old man was about to roll his eyes, Su Qiao took the needle decisively.

Within a few breaths, several golden needles appeared on the old man's head.

Looking closely, the tail of the golden needle was still shaking slightly, making a faint 'humming' sound.

The old man's face turned into a liver-colored face, and he immediately felt much better, and his breathing became smoother.

"Daddy..."

Qi Jinghe was furious.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he was about to rush over to die with Su Qiao when a pair of small hands hugged his thigh.

Qi Jinghe's eyes were full of pain, and he endured his sadness and pulled his little hand away: "Xiaoyue, you stay here, daddy will save you..."

"Daddy, look at grandpa, grandpa is fine."

The little guy is as thin as a hemp.

On his thin little face, a pair of phoenix eyes looked particularly large, and he was staring curiously at the old man on the bed at the moment.

Su Qiao glanced at him, sat on the edge of the bed, and concentrated on taking the pulse of the old man.

Qi Jinghe rushed over with red eyes, "Dad, how are you?"

"It's all my son's incompetence, it's all my son's uselessness, you must hold on, your son will carry you to see Langzhong now..."

The old man will be out of breath now, and his face looks much better.

"Jinghe, Dad is fine, Dad feels that this chest is much more relaxed, as if breathing in and out are much more enjoyable."

"Dad, don't lie to me, you are not worth it for this kind of scourge."

How could Qi Jinghe listen to him?

Pushing Su Qiao away, pulling up the old man's arm, he was about to carry the old man on his back.

The old man was also in a hurry, and quickly patted him on the back: "Jinghe, what Dad said is true, Dad is really much better, please let Dad down, don't press Dad's chest."

Afraid of touching the golden needles, Su Qiao reluctantly took down the six needles inserted into various acupoints on the old man's head.

I wiped it with my sleeve, and temporarily took back the black gold box and put it in my arms.

"Drink more hot water, sweating, and I will go to the mountain to dig some herbs for you and come back to drink for a few days to get sick."

Qi Jinghe hesitantly put the old man down.

Back on the bed, the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, he looked at Su Qiao unexpectedly: "Big Qiao, I didn't expect... I didn't expect you to be skilled in medicine."

"People in the village used to say that your mother is not simple. Not only does she know how to hunt, she knows kung fu, but she also recognizes a lot of herbs. So it's true."

It seems that the original girl is very powerful.

Su Qiao carefully analyzed his words and nodded vaguely:

"Well, in fact, I have been interested in medical and herbal medicine since I was a child, so I learned a little from my mother."

"Well, I'll go back to the house first, you always remember to drink more hot water."

Although after hearing so much, I can spell it out, but Su Qiao decided to find an opportunity to sort out her memory first.

She always felt that the world was a little weird.