Suddenly, the scene was enveloped in a sad atmosphere.
"No, Qiu'er will not die, he will definitely not die." Mr. Ye said loudly: "Xu Liu, Li Chunfeng, and Ye Qiu, I leave it to you."
"No matter what, we must save Ye Qiu's life."
Four masters of Chinese medicine immediately stood up.
"Don't worry, Mr. Ye, we will do our best." After Li Chunfeng finished speaking, he hurried into the ward with Xu Liu, Zhang Jiuling, and Nie Xueliang.
A quarter of an hour later.
Li Chunfeng, Zhang Jiuling, and Nie Xueliang walked out of the ward.
Mr. Tang asked anxiously: "How is the situation?"
Nie Xueliang sighed and said: "Mr. Tang, Mr. Ye, God of War, I'm sorry, there is nothing I can do."
Li Chunfeng followed up and said: "Ye Qiu's injuries were too serious. He had dozens of broken bones, countless external injuries and serious internal injuries. In addition, all the meridians in his body were broken."
Mr. Ye trembled and almost fell to the ground.
The military god had quick eyesight and quick hands. He supported Mr. Ye and asked, "How long can Ye Qiu last?"
Zhang Jiuling replied: "According to Ye Qiu's current condition, he can last up to two hours."
"You're talking nonsense!" Wei Donghai shouted with red eyes: "Ye Qiu will not die..."
"Old Zhang is not talking nonsense." Xu Liu walked out of the ward and said: "Based on the current situation, Ye Qiu can last for two hours at most."
"However, when I was checking Ye Qiu's body just now, I discovered something strange."
"There seems to be a breath in Ye Qiu's body, protecting his heart."
Mr. Tang perked up and asked, "Does that mean Ye Qiu can still be saved?"
Xu Liu shook his head: "Ye Qiu's injury is too serious. Even if Hua Tuo were alive, I'm afraid it would be difficult to save him."
When Mr. Tang heard this, his face turned pale.
Xu Liu continued: "Ye Qiu is our first medical sage in the past three hundred years of traditional Chinese medicine, and he is also someone I admire. Whenever there is a chance, we will go all out, but now... alas!"
Xu Liu sighed and said: "Mr. Tang, with all due respect, it's better to prepare for Ye Qiu's funeral!"
Tang Laodao said: "Ye Qiu has faced life and death crises countless times before, and every time he has turned the danger into a blessing, it shows that he is a man of great luck. I believe that he will be safe this time."
"Experts and professors, you have superb medical skills and are the authorities in my country's medical industry."
"Now I order you to save Ye Qiu at all costs."
"No matter who you are, as long as you can save Ye Qiu's life, I can give you a promotion and give you a lifetime of glory and wealth."
"I have only one request, Ye Qiu must live!"
After Mr. Tang finished speaking, hundreds of experts and professors entered the ward in batches.
Soon, the first batch came out.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Tang, we tried our best!"
Not long after, the second batch also came out.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Tang, it's our incompetence!"
The third batch, the fourth batch, the fifth batch...
It didn't take long for the experts and professors present to diagnose Ye Qiu. They were all dejected and said that they could not save Ye Qiu.
"There must be a way to cure Ye Qiu, there must be a way." Mr. Ye said to himself.
Xu Liu thought of something and said: "Mr. Tang, now that the matter is over, I think we can find other ways to treat Ye Qiu."
"What can I do?" Mr. Tang asked hurriedly.
Xu Liu said four words: "Secretism."
When Mr. Ye heard this, he immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of Changmei Zhenren.
The call is connected.
"Mr. Ye, why did you think of calling me? I'm currently rebuilding Longhu Mountain. Are you going to send me money..."
Before Mr. Changmei finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mr. Ye.
"Master, I want you to come to the Donghai Theater Hospital immediately. Ye Qiu is seriously injured and is about to die." Mr. Ye said.
"What, the little brat is dying?" Master Changmei was startled at first, and then said, "I won't come."
Mr. Ye said anxiously: "Master, as long as you can save Ye Qiu, I can agree to any conditions you have."
Master Changmei said: "Mr. Ye, I am not bragging. With Pindao's strength, it is a piece of cake to treat Ye Qiu. But I am busy now and have no time to go to the East China Sea."
Mr. Ye said: "Master, I have no choice but to ask you to..."
"Mr. Ye, have you forgotten what Pindao once said?" Master Longmei said: "The little bastard has a lot of luck, and he is not a short-lived person."
"Ma'am, do you think Qiu'er will be safe this time?" Mr. Ye asked.
"Don't worry, someone will come to save him." Changmeizhen said: "This boy has an extraordinary destiny. Even if the King of Hell dies, he will not die."
Snapped!
Master Changmei hung up the phone.
"What do you mean by Changmei?" asked Mr. Tang.
Mr. Ye said: "Chang Mei said that someone can save Qiu'er."
Mr. Tang asked again: "Then did he say, who can save Ye Qiu?"
Mr. Ye shook his head.
The people nearby heard their conversation and shook their heads. Ye Qiu was injured like this, how could he be saved?
"I'm going to see Ye Qiu."
After the military god finished speaking, he walked into the ward. After a while, the military god came out of the ward.
"Ye Qiu was injured too badly. I used my true energy to heal his wounds, but it had no effect at all."
Jun Shen said: "Xu Liu was right what he said earlier. Ye Qiu's meridians were severed and his life was in danger, but there was a vitality in his heart."
"I'll call Master Changmei and ask who can save Ye Qiu." After finishing speaking, Mr. Tang took out his cell phone and was about to dial a number.
At this moment, a pleasant voice sounded: "I can save Ye Qiu."
Everyone looked back and saw the prophet walking from the end of the corridor, with a lot of blood stains on his clothes.
It was obvious that Ono was killed by her.
"Let me introduce myself, I am the saint of the Vatican."
The prophet said: "When we were on the uninhabited island, I checked Ye Qiu's injuries. His injuries were very serious and ordinary methods could not save him. Therefore, I used secret techniques to protect his heart."
"Can you really save Ye Qiu?" Mr. Tang asked.
"Yes." The prophet nodded seriously.
In an instant, everyone was filled with excitement.
Old Tang said: "Girl, please help Ye Qiu."
Mr. Ye then said: "Girl, as long as you can save Ye Qiu, I can agree to you no matter what the conditions are."
The prophet said: "I will take Ye Qiu to the Vatican, and it will take at least three years for him to recover."
"If you agree, I will leave now."
"Everyone, what do you think?"
"I hope you can give me a decision soon, otherwise, if the treatment time is missed, Ye Qiu will die."
this……
Everyone looked hesitant.
Suddenly, a rich male voice sounded: "No need, I can save my son myself."
