Chapter 1194: a human condition

She believes that she can do it, she can do it, and she will cure it anyway.
"Hey, are you okay?" He grabbed her hand and tried to pull her closer, but as long as the hand was strong, it would hurt so much that it would not give much strength.
The white cockroach shook his head, and the teardrop on the face fell on the back of his hand, which was cool.
"I'm fine, what about you? Still hurt?"
Chu Yu mouth: "No pain, there is you, no pain at all."
How can it not hurt, heartbreaking pain.
But this kind of pain is nothing compared to the distress when seeing the white scorpion and the blood falling to the ground.
He grabbed her hand and she did not pull it out. They looked at each other, one with a gaze and one with tears.
"A good emperor does not do, what do you do here?" Her voice was low and some resentment.
Chu Yu closed his eyes, and his lips still hung with a smile: "I just wanted to see you, secretly look at you. I miss you too much. I can't control myself. I don't want to leave me. I beg you. Don't leave me--" His voice is getting lower and lower, like a nightmare, and then he falls asleep.
Feeling that his strength in holding her hand was gradually relaxed, she hurriedly grabbed him. "I will not leave, I will never leave you, you should not sleep, wake up."
Chu Yu did not wake up, and the corner of his mouth was smiling, I wonder if I heard her.
She couldn't panic, her fingers clasped on his veins, and she could feel his pulse getting weaker.
"Fast, take my needle soon," shouted Bai Yu.
Xiao Qing quickly took her needle bag and helped her to lay on the bedside.
The white cockroach quickly pulled out two needles from the needle bag, knowing where the needle was to be tied, but how could he not go.
"I am coming." One hand suddenly stretched out and took off the two silver needles she held in her hand. "Your hand is shaking like this, how to get the needle?" Song Lang put a book into her hand. : "You will take a break, I will give him a needle."
"But you know him now -"
Song Lang cut off her words: "I know, the pulse of the needle, right?"
"Yes, how do you know?" The white hand suddenly did not shake, and looked at Song Lang with surprise.
This method of acupuncture and acupuncture, but the master's family does not pass on the secret, she also took a lot of effort to learn.
The master is Song Zhiyuan, the master surnamed Song?
Is there any relationship between them?
Song Lang smiled and said: "Our fate, it seems not simple."
Bai Hao wants to ask, understand that he has already started to take the needle, then he closes his mouth and asks later, some are opportunities.
The method of activating the needle is to stimulate the vital point to achieve the purpose of strengthening the pulse. If it is properly disposed, it will have the effect of returning to life.
But not for everyone.
If the old man with the oil is running out, what method is useless is useless.
After finishing the needle, Song Lang’s clothes were soaked, and the bean sweat between the foreheads continued to squat down. Xiaoqing hurriedly handed the slap:
The son, wipe it quickly.

The acupuncture needle method is different from the ordinary needle method. The emphasis is on speed, quasi-violent, and strong, otherwise it will not be able to achieve the effect of the pulse.
Since I came to this world, Bai Hao has never used this kind of needlework. With her current physical quality, she can't do it at all.
Fortunately, there is Song Lang today, otherwise, with her alone, it is difficult to save the life of Chu.
The white scorpion looked up a bit and saw that Chu’s pulse was stronger, his face was improved, his heart was relieved, and he was busy thanking Song Lang.
Song Lang wiped his sweat with one hand and placed it in one hand: "You don't have to thank me, I save him, and he is still a human being."