Su Yuan looked awkward, but he said seriously to Nangong Shuxue.
"Really...have to do that?"
Nangong Shuxue blushed and stared at Su Yuan and asked.
"Yes! You have a great role. As long as you can cooperate well, it is very important for whether you can save Mr. Mo!"
Su Yuan nodded and said this to Nangong Shuxue.
"Okay then! I...I will do it as you ask."
Although Nangong Shuxue felt shy, she still agreed.
At this moment, the door of the ICU intensive care unit opened, and the middle-aged beautiful monk Wei returned one after another.
The middle-aged beautiful woman was holding a bundle of red thread and a bag of glutinous rice flour in her hands, while Shangwei was holding a piece of peach wood that had just been cut down.
After seeing them come back, Su Yuan took over the things in their hands and put them aside for later use.
Then, Su Yuan suddenly asked the divine doctor Qin who had been watching the fun: "That... divine doctor Qin, can you lend your silver needle?"
Doctor Qin was stunned and handed the set of acupuncture tools to Su Yuan: "You just use it."
Su Yuan didn't be polite to him, and reached out to take the needle set and opened it and saw: "Your silver needle is good!"
"This set of needles was passed down from my ancestors, and it has been the thirteenth generation since my generation!"
Doctor Qin explained this, and then asked Su Yuan curiously: "Little...brother, do you have acupuncture and goodness?"
"Understand..."
Su Yuan replied like this, and then he pulled out the longest silver needle from the set of needles and stood in front of Mo Zhenshan who was stunned.
Then, Su Yuan moved his hand and stabbed the silver needle into the "Baihui point" above Mo Zhenshan's head at an extremely fast speed.
After completing this step, Su Yuan stopped moving and observed Mo Zhenshan next to him.
"That... little brother, can you just use one silver needle?"
Seeing this, Doctor Qin couldn't help but ask Su Yuan.
"Yes!"
Su Yuan nodded and said, "This silver needle is mainly used to bleed Mr. Mo!"
"Bloodletting! What is this...an acupuncture technique?"
Doctor Qin was stunned.
"Mr. Mo's spiritual platform has been blocked in his brain by the poisonous blood transformed by the evil spirit. He must first release these poisonous blood before he can wake up."
Su Yuan explained this and said, "Only by waking Mr. Mo up first, can we find the real cause and source..."
"That's how it works!"
The genius doctor Qin was skeptical because what Su Yuan said had exceeded the scope of traditional Chinese medicine.
While speaking, Su Yuan stretched out his right hand and gently patted the "Yuzhen point" behind Mo Zhenshan's head.
With Su Yuan's actions, Mo Zhenshan's whole body trembled like an electric shock, and his originally pale face turned red in an instant, as if he was drunk.
Immediately afterwards, Su Yuan moved his left hand quickly and instantly pulled out the silver needle that was pierced on the "Baihui point" above Mo Zhenshan's head.
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As soon as the silver needle was pulled out, a stream of blood immediately sprinkled out from the top of Mo Zhenshan and spilled onto the bedding and the floor.
The blood was strangely red and black, emitting an extremely strong and bloody smell, and exuded an indescribable yin and cold atmosphere.
Seeing this, Su Yuan immediately picked up the packet of glutinous rice flour, tore it open, and then pinched Mo Zhenshan's chin with one hand, opened his mouth, and then stuffed a whole packet of glutinous rice flour into his mouth.
As soon as the packet of glutinous rice flour was stuffed into his mouth, Mo Zhenshan's reaction became even more intense. Although he was still closing his eyes, his limbs were waving randomly, as if they were sucking.
Moreover, Mo Zhenshan opened his mouth wide and kept trying to spit out the glutinous rice flour.
Seeing this, Su Yuan immediately said to Nangong Ting next to him: "Mr. Nangong, please grab Mr. Mo's hands and feet and let him not move! Don't let him spit out the glutinous rice flour."
"OK!"
Nangong Ting responded quickly, then stepped forward and pressed Mo Zhenshan's random waving limbs.
But Mo Zhenshan, who was in a dizzy state, was extremely powerful. Nangong Ting could not suppress him alone, but was almost knocked to the ground by him.
Su Yuan had no choice but to say to Shang Wei: "Master Shang, please help me too."
Shang Wei nodded, leaned forward and joined Nangong Ting, pressed Mo Zhenshan's limbs, covered his mouth, and then barely controlled him.
Su Yuan immediately spread out the bundle of red threads, tied one end to Mo Zhenshan's body, and the other end to the piece of peach wood.
After doing this, Su Yuan said to Nangong Ting’s monk Wei: “Okay, you can let go of Mr. Mo now!”
Hearing Su Yuan say this, Monk Wei of Nangong Ting let go of his hand almost at the same time.
As soon as the two of them let go, Mo Zhenshan suddenly "bounced" from the hospital bed and opened his mouth...
Puff...
A bunch of glutinous rice flour sprayed out of Mo Zhen’s entrance and fell on the floor. It turned into a black color and emitted a strong and unpleasant smell of blood, which almost made people disgusted.
After spitting out the glutinous rice flour, Mo Zhenshan suddenly jumped down from the hospital bed and rushed outside the door of the ICU intensive care unit...
Su Yuan Sihu had already expected this step and immediately grabbed the piece of peach wood with red lines and pulled it with the flow.
With Su Yuan's movement, the slender red line instantly tensed, and he actually pulled Mo Zhenshan, who was snatching the door, back.
Mo Zhenshan, who was pulled back, had his eyes closed, but his expression on his face was extremely ferocious. He also opened his mouth and made a strange sound of "Yaahhh...", and "opened his teeth and claws" to pull off the bundle.
The red line on him.
Su Yuan suddenly shook his hand and poked the piece of peach wood that was also tied with red lines at the "Mingmen Point" on the back of Mo Zhenshan.
"Yah..."
It was strange that with Su Yuan's action, Mo Zhenshan made a shrill and harsh scream in his mouth, and then he fell back straight.
Seeing this, Su Yuan immediately reached out to catch Mo Zhenshan's body and put him back on the hospital bed.
Mo Zhenshan, who was put back on the hospital bed by Su Yuan, was still twitching unconsciously.
Su Yuan turned his head and said to Nangong Shuxue: "Miss Nangong, it's your turn..."
Nangong Shuxue nodded quickly when she heard this. Then she took a glass container from the table next to her, then turned around and walked towards the bathroom of the ICU intensive care unit.
However, when passing by Nangong Ting, he couldn't help but ask Nangong Shuxue curiously: "Xue'er, what did Mr. Su tell you just now?"
Nangong Shuxue's face turned redder and she gave her father a blank look: "I didn't say anything, and it has nothing to do with you, don't ask more questions!"
After saying this, Nangong Shuxue entered the bathroom.
After a while, Nangong Shuxue walked out of the bathroom again. The glass in her hand was filled with light yellow liquid...