"This?" Jiang Xiaoyu's eyelids drooped and the corners of his mouth opened slightly, "No way!"
Looking at the motionless woman, Jiang Xiaoyu tiptoed up to the woman. He wanted to lean over and take a look, but that bumpy figure was really making people bleed.
"Look no evil, look no evil." Jiang Xiaoyu kept chanting, turning his head to one side, and slowly stretched his hand to the tip of the woman's nose.
"Um?"
After sensing it for a moment, Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his vest.
The woman has no breath!
"Oh my God! What should I do? What should I do?" At this time, Jiang Xiaoyu immediately panicked. Regardless of whether men and women were intimate or not, he hurriedly leaned down and put his ear to his soft chest.
"Why is there no heartbeat?" Jiang Xiaoyu changed his position and pressed harder against her. However, no matter what angle he listened from, there was no heartbeat at all in the woman's body.
"It's over, it's over. The wonderful man whom the sect master told us stumbled and fell to death. What should we do?"
Jiang Xiaoyu was not familiar with medical etiquette, so he was really helpless in facing this situation.
At this time, he was sitting paralyzed next to the woman, his head constantly searching for useful information that could solve the predicament at hand.
After a moment, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly remembered that Sifang had heard when he was in the hospital that artificial respiration, chest compressions, etc. were particularly useful for people who had just died.
The monks there, except for not being very good at practice, are quite practical in other aspects.
Recalling the scene in the academy when the teacher taught the disciples, Jiang Xiaoyu knelt down next to the woman's head and took a deep breath.
Just when he was about to prepare for the operation, looking at those soft and fragrant lips, Jiang Xiaoyu felt a little overwhelmed for a moment.
After all, the only woman he had ever touched was Chuxue.
Jiang Xiaoyu raised his lips and tried again, but he couldn't help it, he really couldn't do it!
"Forget it, let's do the second step first, and then wait until I get used to the role of a doctor."
Jiang Xiaoyu murmured a few words, then stood up and moved his position slightly.
When he was about to strike, Jiang Xiaoyu looked around and saw that no one was around. His eyes were carefully searching for the place to strike on the woman.
Crossing his hands, Jiang Xiaoyu felt something was wrong with his movements. He stood up, wiped his hands on the Taoist robe, and rubbed them vigorously a few times before returning to the pressing position.
Looking directly at the woman's proud bulge, Jiang Xiaoyu felt that his body, face, and hands were covered in sticky sweat.
"Doctors are kind-hearted and should not think too wildly!"
Jiang Xiaoyu comforted himself and slowly lowered his hands.
And his little heart was about to beat out of his chest at this time. It was the first time he felt so guilty, and Jiang Xiaoyu gasped for air to relieve the stiffness in his body.
However, just when his hand was less than a finger away from the woman's body, a rapid scream came:
"ah!"
"Jiang Xiaoyu! What are you doing?"
This sound frightened Jiang Xiaoyu out of his wits. He innocently turned around and saw the angry-eyed Lin Xiaowan closest to him. Behind her, Wen Zhiming and Qiao Kaishan looked at each other.
"Hehe!" Jiang Xiaoyu rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said, "She, she seems to be dying, I'm saving her!"
"Still laughing!"
"And rub your hands!"
"Jiang Xiaoyu, you've gone too far!"
"Huh!" Lin Xiaowan let out three loud thunders, then turned around, her body shaking with anger.
"Hey, listen to my explanation, this man is really dying."
"Quiasiness! It's all quibbles!"
"Me!" Jiang Xiaoyu was about to continue explaining, but he suddenly realized: Why am I so guilty? I'm doing good things! Besides, what should I explain to you? It's really strange.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaoyu cast a look for help at Wen Zhiming, "Sect Master, this, this person just fell down, and then..."
"Okay, okay." Wen Zhiming touched Lin Xiaowan's head, then walked to Jiang Xiaoyu and said, "This is just a puppet. It should be because I haven't been here for a long time. There isn't much spiritual power in its body.
Already."
"Puppet? Spiritual power?" Jiang Xiaoyu looked at Wen Zhiming as if he were listening to a book from heaven.
Wen Zhiming walked to the woman's body, and gently drew an arc with his fingers. The woman's body instantly evaporated into a puff of green smoke. Then, the green smoke slowly gathered into Wen Zhiming's palm, and turned into
A white chess piece.
Seeing that the previously lively beauty turned into a chess piece in the blink of an eye, Jiang Xiaoyu felt extremely embarrassed. The most important thing was that he had almost given artificial respiration and chest compressions to the chess piece just now.
..
God, I feel ashamed just thinking about it.
Lin Xiaowan couldn't help but be curious and tried to poke her head over. Her eyes happened to meet Jiang Xiaoyu's, and suddenly she felt a little colder.
"You're stupid, you're disappointed, I must feel it's a pity!" Lin Xiaowan taunted Jiang Xiaoyu.
"I..." Knowing that he couldn't make any noise, Jiang Xiaoyu simply shut his mouth.
Not daring to look at Lin Xiaowan's eyes, Jiang Xiaoyu cast a questioning look at Wen Zhiming, "Sect Master, what on earth is going on?"
Wen Zhiming explained: "This is just a chess piece I left here."
"Isn't this the wonderful person you want me to meet?" Jiang Xiaoyu tried to ask.
Wen Zhiming raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course not!"
"Oh." Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly felt like crying without tears. Wen Zhiming just left a chess piece here, so why did he look like that? If he looked like a man, how could he be so embarrassed?
Jiang Xiaoyu was about to ask Wen Zhiming about the reason, when he suddenly realized something.
The appearance of the puppet is mostly shaped according to the mind of the caster, right?
Jiang Xiaoyu looked at Wen Zhiming with a strange look in his eyes. He thought silently in his heart: This old man seems to be getting stronger and stronger!
Looking at Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes, Wen Zhiming stood up straight and said, "Let's go in!"
Seeing Wen Zhiming walk into the room, Jiang Xiaoyu followed suit.
Wen Zhiming walked to a big bed in the inner room, suddenly turned around and greeted Jiang Xiaoyu: "Come here, this is the wonderful man I want you to see!"
"Why is this wonderful person still in bed? The most important thing is, waiting for two grown men to visit?"
Although Jiang Xiaoyu thought so in his heart, he did not dare to say it out loud.
Walking towards the bed, Jiang Xiaoyu's face was suddenly full of doubts.
"this?"
It turned out that the person lying on this bed was actually a child.
He looked about six or seven years old, his face and hands looked exquisite, and he had two small braids on his head.
You can tell from the fineness of the braids how carefully she was cared for.
The little girl seemed to be asleep at this time, and there were a few small beads of sweat on the tip of her nose.
Wen Zhiming stretched out his hand and wiped it for her, his eyes full of love.
Jiang Xiaoyu also stepped forward. He looked at Wen Zhiming, then at the little girl, and a reliable guess suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Sect Master!" Jiang Xiaoyu whispered in Wen Zhiming's ear: "Who is this little girl?"
Wen Zhiming is such a good person, he saw Jiang Xiaoyu's suspicion at a glance.
"Don't think blindly, she has no blood relationship with me." Wen Zhiming's voice was clear and clear, as if he was not afraid of waking the child at all.
"Sect Master? How about we go out and talk?"
Wen Zhiming shook his head and said: "Don't worry, we can't wake her up. Of course, if you can wake her up, I, the head of the sect, have to thank you?"
"Could it wake you up?" Jiang Xiaoyu frowned, "Could it be that she fell asleep?"
"good!"
"But it doesn't look like it. The child looks quite healthy!"
"Do you understand now that I can use chess pieces to create a puppet woman?"
"I understand!" Jiang Xiaoyu nodded, "She should be used to take care of this little girl, right?"
Behind him, Qiao Kaishan and Lin Xiaowan walked in.
Lin Xiaowan stood behind Jiang Xiaoyu, while Qiao Kaishan sat directly beside the bed. His hand slowly touched the little girl's forehead, and his face was full of sorrow at this time.