With someone who didn't go to school as a foreshadowing, Yan Ming certainly didn't think Wu Yahuan was a vagrant. He laughed and said, "I don't have a job either. My hobby is painting."
"I'm okay at playing and dancing. I occasionally go to bars to be a famous DJ!" Of course Wu Yahuan is not telling the truth. She has many hobbies, and this is just one of them.
The purpose of chatting was to relax the tension. Although Mu Xiaolei diverted Li Yuqin's attention, when Yan Xiaoming was mentioned, the atmosphere was still depressing. Poor parents in the world, Yan Ming and his wife had red eyes several times.
Finally, after the torturous waiting, eleven o'clock at midnight arrived!
"Mr. Yan, sister-in-law, prepare the heart-saving pills." Ding Fan reminded seriously.
"Yes, Xiao Ming may need it." Li Yuqin suddenly realized, with a loving mother's heart, she only wanted to save her child.
"No, you need it. Xiao Ming has no idea what is happening in the outside world these days. No matter what the situation is, don't panic. Remember, you must give Xiao Ming confidence and let him know that you are the most powerful backer.
Never show vulnerability!" Ding Fan raised his voice.
"I understand!" Li Yuqin's voice trembled as she trotted to the medicine cabinet at home and brought out a small bottle of Jiuxin Pills, holding it tightly in her hand.
Despite being mentally prepared, Li Yuqin's legs still felt weak while going upstairs. The stairs under her feet were like stairs on a cliff, and they weighed a thousand pounds.
There was no other way, Yan Ming could only support him all the way.
In the entire villa, except for Xiao Ming's room, all the lights are on, making it as bright as day. This is also the wishful thinking of the parents. They think that under the bright lights, ghosts will not dare to approach, and their son will be safer.
The last light was turned on. At this moment, Xiao Ming was still asleep and motionless. Ding Fan looked closer. Under his eyes, the snake pattern in his destiny became extremely clear at this moment and was still spinning slowly.
This was the most difficult moment for Xiao Ming. His lips were moving, as if he was saying something.
Mu Xiaolei was very interested in this, and went over to stare at it, his eyes bright, and then pointed to his ears towards Ding Fan.
Ding Fan understood and bowed slightly. Mu Xiaolei said close to his ear: "This kid just fell off the cliff. His bones were all broken. There are some eagles who want to eat his heart and liver."
Ding Fan gave a thumbs up and motioned to Mu Xiaolei to continue reading. This was a rare internship opportunity.
Two minutes later, Mu Xiaolei leaned close to Ding Fan's ear and said: "In the dream, there was a female ghost with disheveled hair chasing him. He must have been scared to death."
It was time for Xiao Ming to wake up, not to mention that Yan Ming and his wife were looking at Ding Fan eagerly, anxiously expecting a miracle to happen.
Ding Fan stepped forward and gently lifted Yan Xiaoming's bed sheet to his knees. He was not wearing any clothes, so that he could clean himself easily. What came into view were white diapers, to prevent the child from embarrassing himself in front of guests.
Li Yuqin went over and touched the diaper. She covered her mouth and cried repressedly. Her son peed again and the temperature was still there.
"Sister-in-law, hold on." Ding Fan warned.
"Well, well." Li Yuqin wiped her tears hard and stood aside.
Eighteen-year-old Yan Xiaoming has the same figure as an adult, especially his face and facial features that are like sculptures. He can be classified as a beautiful man. This is of course the pride of parents.
Bai Yifei, Yan Xiaoming, beauties, handsome men, and the occurrence of deep nightmares are not random, but seem to be selective. This makes Ding Fan believe that there must be someone behind the scenes.
"Bring the needle!" Ding Fan stretched out his hand, but no one moved.
Wu Yahuan thought it was Mu Xiaolei who was waiting, but found that the child was staring at Yan Xiaoming's face without blinking.
"Bring the needle!" Ding Fan ordered again.
Oh! Wu Yahuan agreed, quickly opened the needle box, and handed it over with both hands. While complaining, he was also looking forward to the next moment. He wanted to see if Ding Fan knew acupuncture and what level he had reached.
Ding Fan took out a silver needle and stabbed it accurately into the Qihai point on his lower abdomen, half an inch deep. Li Yuqin's whole body shook.
Yan Xiaoming didn't react at all. He was already deep in a self-constructed dream and lost his sense of pain.
Another silver needle pierced Shenque, then upward, into Tanzhong point. At this time, Xiao Ming's hand suddenly moved. Seeing this scene, Li Yuqin wanted to come up and shout, but Yan Ming held her tightly.
He went to cover her mouth again.
Chengjiang, Yintang, Baihui, and Ding Fan continued to inject the needles with extremely focused expressions. Now, Xiao Ming's feet were covered in quilt and began to kick.
The child is waking up! Really waking up!
Yan Ming and his wife were so excited that their eyes never left their son's face, looking forward to opening their eyes.
Ding Fan clearly saw that the snake in Yan Xiaoming's destiny had begun to break away from its bite, and hurriedly reminded: "Dim the lights in the room, Xiao Ming's eyes may not adapt."
Yan Ming immediately dimmed the lights. If it wasn't enough, he continued to dim the lights!
Until he could only roughly see everything in the room, Ding Fan put his finger on the silver needle at Baihui Point, released a ray of true energy, and rushed in.
Then, Ding Fan took out all the silver needles and stepped back.
ah!
Yan Xiaoming suddenly let out a piercing scream and suddenly opened his eyes. The first thing he did was to get out of bed and run. However, because he had not exercised for a long time, his joints were unbalanced and he was about to fall to the ground.
Wu Yahuan, with quick hands and eyes, grabbed Yan Xiaoming's shoulders with both hands and forced him back onto the bed.
"No! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Yan Xiaoming shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes full of fear, his hands and feet waving wildly, and big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Xiao Ming!" "Son!"
Yan Ming and Li Yuqin shouted and rushed forward. Their heads touched each other and they appeared in front of Yan Xiaoming.
"Mom! Mom! I'm so scared, help me, there are so many female ghosts, they are so scary, they want to kill me!" Yan Xiaoming cried and sat up, hugging his parents tightly, his body shaking like chaff.
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"Xiao Ming, don't be afraid. Mom and Dad are here and no one can hurt you." Yan Ming hugged his son and comforted him loudly, trying to hold back his tears.
"Here she comes, behind you, with blood at the corners of her mouth!"
Yan Xiaoming pointed behind his father in horror, which made Yan Ming's hair stand on end. When he looked back, there was nothing.
It was time for Jiuxin Pills to appear. Li Yuqin tremblingly took out a few pills and had to swallow them separately with her husband. This sudden surprise made her heart unbearable.
"Dad, who are they?"
Only then did Yan Xiaoming see clearly that there were three strangers in the room. He became even more nervous and couldn't help but hide back. The 1.8-meter tall man huddled up, looking even more pitiful.
"They are here to save you. Don't be afraid, son. You are eighteen years old and a real man." Yan Ming tried his best to calm down his emotions and kept patting his son on the back to comfort him.
"I, Mu Xiaolei, have thunder and lightning in my name. Monsters and ghosts dare not approach me. Don't be afraid." Mu Xiaolei patted his chest and said.
"You, how old are you!"
"I'm not afraid at such a young age, but you've grown into an adult, and you're still so worthless?" Mu Xiaolei expressed disdain, and then added: "Wake up, Xiao Ming!"