While Ye Ruge was staring at the seven appraisals, Ye Fan was returning to the sea view villa.
He got out of the car door and soon saw Miao Fenglang and Su Xier treating seven or eight newly poisoned guards.
Ye Fan patted the shoulders of the two of them and asked Miao Fenglang to temporarily protect the guards' lives.
At the same time, Ye Fan asked Su Xier to contact Nianhua and they rushed to Hengcheng to help as soon as possible.
Afterwards, Ye Fan took the silver needle and medical kit to treat Song Hongyan.
Seeing Ye Fan like this, Su Xier and the others knew that Ye Fan would not succeed in asking for blood.
So everyone who was sensible didn't ask too many questions.
Everyone performs their duties.
Atagu also wore the Zhan Mianyang equipment brought back by Ye Fan, walking around like a god of war.
The sea view villa is loose on the outside and tight on the inside, creating unprecedented tranquility.
Ye Fan walked into the temporary medical room and looked at Song Hongyan in the back room.
The medical team composed of six beauty experts immediately stood up and said hello: "Master Ye!"
Ye Fan nodded slightly: "How is my wife doing?"
"Mr. Song's life is not in danger for the time being."
A female doctor with red and phoenix eyes responded respectfully: "But the body is still slowly failing, and the person cannot wake up."
Another female doctor also spoke out: "Song's body's internal toxins are also multiplying and increasing."
Ye Fan nodded when he heard this:
"Okay, I understand."
"Thank you for your hard work. Please hold on for a while and help me save people."
Ye Fan looked at Song Hongyan and said softly: "Honey, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you, you will be fine."
After saying that, Ye Fan picked up nine silver needles and stabbed himself with them.
"Young Master Ye——"
Six medical experts were shocked when they saw this, thinking that Ye Fan and Song Hongyan were deeply in love and wanted to live and die together.
They subconsciously wanted to speak out but were stopped by Ye Fan.
Nine silver needles fell, and Ye Fan's body was shaken.
His tired and listless expression suddenly changed.
The whole person exuded strong vitality and spirit.
That's all there is to it.
"Give me a drink!"
Ye Fan took a few steps forward and stood next to Song Hongyan, and then opened the medical kit prepared by Su Xier.
He took out a needle pack.
Spread out are more than a hundred silver needles of different lengths and thicknesses.
Although the medical team with a background in Western medicine knew acupuncture, they still opened their mouths slightly when looking at these silver needles.
Be good!
The needle is so long, it would be too... too... to penetrate.
However, they did not talk too much, but followed Mark's instructions and brought him disinfectant alcohol.
Ye Fan did not drive the medical team out, thinking that if he had any accidents, they would be able to help him.
Su Xi'er was too tired to save people, and Ye Fan couldn't bear to let her do anything again.
Ye Fan took the silver needle and sterilized it quickly, then poured the liquid into it himself, and then stabbed it at Song Hongyan.
Nine silver needles quickly fell on Song Hongyan's heart and abdomen.
Although Ye Fan has slowed down, in the eyes of outsiders, his hands are still very fast.
In the blink of an eye, all nine silver needles fell.
It is distributed throughout Song Hongyan's body in a chaotic form.
After dropping the first batch of silver needles, Ye Fan picked up nine more and took them out!
In less than three minutes, one hundred and eight silver needles were pierced into Song Hongyan's body.
The six experts couldn't help opening their mouths, feeling as if they were seeing magic.
But this also made them question slightly, thinking that even if instruments and drugs could not save Song Hongyan, how could more than a hundred silver needles make a difference?
Although they are descendants of Chinese medicine, they all belong to the elite of Western medicine.
They usually have a sense of superiority towards the two streams of Chinese medicine and Sanskrit medicine.
This is not to say that Chinese medicine and Sanskrit medicine are just pretending to be gods and trying to get lucky.
But I feel that the medical effects of these two meridians are far inferior to those of Western medicine.
Western medicine can be effective with just one shot.
Both traditional Chinese medicine and Sanskrit medicine require ten and a half months to show improvement.
They have always felt that traditional Chinese medicine and Sanskrit medicine are dispensable.
In addition, Song Hongyan always brought a Western medicine team when she came in and out, and she had never seen Ye Fan perform any treatment, so they always doubted Ye Fan's medical skills.
When they worriedly looked at Song Hongyan who was pricked like a hedgehog, Ye Fan stretched out his finger and popped out the silver needles one after another.
A buzzing sound came out, and the silver needle trembled like the wind blowing.
Under such vibration, the potion stored in the upper groove of the silver needle flowed down along the internal gap.
The potions entered Song Hongyan's body one by one.
Although the effect of Ye Fan's treatment cannot yet be seen, the medical team has a feeling...
Ye Fan, the founder, does have something.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Ten minutes later, all the potion was finished flowing, and Ye Fan stretched out his hand again.
He flew over Song Hongyan quickly.
I saw one hundred and eight silver needles flying, all falling into Ye Fan's palm.
When Ye Fan pinched the last and longest silver needle, Song Hongyan, who had been unconscious, shook slightly.
Ye Fan pulled it out.
Song Hongyan suddenly straightened her abdomen, raised her shoulders, and sprayed her pretty face into the air.
"flutter!"
Song Hongyan spurted out a mouthful of blood!
Ye Fan, who had been prepared for a long time, shook his left hand, and a towel wrapped up the splattered blood.
When the blood fell on the towel, it not only turned pink quickly, but also had a sweet smell, like poppies.
Six medical experts were stunned!
However, everyone was surprised by this pink blood for a few seconds, and then their eyes fell on Song Hongyan.
Because it doesn't matter what Song Hongyan vomits, whether she can wake up is what everyone is most worried about, otherwise it is meaningless.
When everyone looked at Song Hongyan, Song Hongyan coughed, and then slowly opened her eyes:
"Husband, why are you here?"
Song Hongyan looked at Ye Fan and the others in confusion: "I...what's going on?"
Seeing Song Hongyan wake up, six medical experts rushed over with a roar:
"Mr. Song, are you awake?"
"It's great, it's really great."
"Mr. Song's exhaustion has stopped, and various indices have begun to recover."
Six medical experts were surprised: "Mr. Song is completely out of danger, Mr. Song is completely out of danger..."
One person was so happy that he opened the door and rushed out shouting: "Mr. Song is fine, Mr. Song is fine."
Ye Fan also looked at Song Hongyan with a gentle look and said with a smile:
"Honey, you were bitten by a poisonous mosquito, but you're fine now."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan saw five medical experts and his body trembled.
Then they fell to the ground one after another.
It was as if he was drunk and unconscious, with a residual smile on his face.
Ye Fan's face changed slightly, and he was about to speak out, but suddenly his eyes froze.
He lowered his head and looked at his left foot.
Just then he saw a gray-white mosquito bite on his ankle.
Mosquitoes are cold, hard, and have a metallic sheen.
"flutter!"
When Ye Fan fell down with a plop, he swatted away the poisonous mosquitoes that were about to fly away.
The mosquito was hit by Ye Fan's palm, lost its center of gravity and hit the wall, and then fell heavily to the ground. With a snap, it fell apart.
