Chapter 1194 A Favor

She believed that she could do it, she would definitely do it, and she would 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 exerted force, it would hurt so badly, and he couldn't exert much strength.

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

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

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

How can it not hurt, the pain is piercing.

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

He held onto her hand and she didn't pull it out either. They looked at each other, one stared blankly, the other tearful.

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

Chu Yan closed his eyes, and still had a smile on his lips: "I just wanted to take a look at you, secretly looking at you, I miss you so much, I can't control myself, Zhier, don't leave me, I beg you , don't leave me—" His voice became lower and lower, like a dream, before he fell asleep again.

Feeling that the strength of his holding her hand was gradually loosening, she hurriedly held him back, "I won't leave, 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 couldn't help panicking, her fingers were on his pulse, and she could feel his pulse getting weaker and weaker.

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

Xiaoqing quickly fetched her needle bag and helped her lay it flat beside the bed.

Bai Zhi quickly pulled out two needles from the needle bag, knowing where the needle was going to be stuck, but she couldn't get it out.

"I'll come." A hand suddenly stretched out and took off the two silver needles she was holding. "Your hand is shaking like this, how do you get the needle?" Song Lang stuffed a book into her hand : "You take a break first, and I'll give him acupuncture."

"But you know he now—"

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

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

This pulse acupuncture method, but the master's family does not pass on the secret technique, she also spent a lot of time to learn it.

The master's name is Song Zhiyuan, and the master's surname is Song?

Is there any connection between them?

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

Bai Zhi wanted to ask to understand, it was obvious that he had already started to put the needle, so he closed his mouth and asked later, there is a chance.

The pulse stimulation acupuncture is used to stimulate the key points to achieve the purpose of strengthening the pulse rate. If handled properly, it can bring back the dead.

But not for everyone.

If it is an old man who runs out of oil and burns out, any method is useless.

After the needle was done, Song Lang's clothes were soaked through, and the bean sweat on his forehead kept dripping down. Xiaoqing hurriedly handed over the handkerchief: "Master, please wipe it."

Acupuncture is different from ordinary acupuncture in that it is fast, accurate, and vigorous, otherwise it will not be able to achieve the effect of acupuncture.

Since she came into 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 alone, it would be difficult to save Chu Yan's life.

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

Song Lang wiped the sweat with one hand and waved it with one hand: "You don't have to thank me, I save him, it's just a favor for him."