Chapter 679: Soul Light Author's Book Wear (46)

Regaining my voice, endured bitterness, Wen Qingli said calmly.
She calmly but bravely looked at Qi Sheng.
Across Qi Li, Qi Sheng's deep eyes were also looking at her.
In his eyes, there was no deep bottom, the surging dark wave was tumbling with complex emotions, and the flash of affection and pain flashed sour that the nose of his nose was sour and his eyes were almost red.
"I see." A cold voice.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes, blinked hard to dispel the sourness, and raised her head again, but saw the figure of Ai Li following the door.
"Yuanyuan, I ..." I couldn't help but my eyes were red, Wen Qing lowered her head and pressed her eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm not so strong ..."
Sighing, Xia Qiu reached out to embrace her shoulders.
"Then leave everything to me."
Originally, she wanted to put Wen Jia in front of herself, but since Wen Qing's emotions have been out of control, she should do these things herself.
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In the ward, the sound of the instrument "drop-drop-", a zigzag ripple on the heart rate instrument marked the undulating polyline.
Xia Qiu took a look. Except Qi Sheng and Ai Li, only a middle-aged woman was present.
Wearing a dark cheongsam, the woman was well-maintained, but some fine lines in the corners of her eyes still betrayed her age.
"Xiao Sheng, go out with Alice first." The woman looked at Xia Qiu and Wen Qing, and broke the silence in the ward.
"Mom ..." Qi Sheng looked at the woman without moving.
"Let's go out. I want to say it again?" The woman didn't have a heavy tone, but when she said that, Qi Sheng stood there with a fist for a long time, and finally left the ward.
"Sheng! What did Wen Qing come here for? I always have a bad hunch." Ellie couldn't help asking in the hallway when she was kicked out of the ward.
Qi Sheng sat on the bench and stared down, saying nothing, because he ... could feel something in it, but he didn't know it.
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"Do you have a way to save the old man?" Qi Mom looked at Wen Qing lightly, but it was clear that Wen Qing was not like someone who could save people, so she finally looked at Xia Qiu.
"Not in a hurry, let me take a look at Mr. Qi first."
Xia Qiu took the topic, naturally walked over, sat by the bed, reached out and put on Master Qi's dry wrist.
"Traditional Chinese medicine?" Qi's mother narrowed her eyes and looked at Wen Qing, this time asking Wen Qing.
"Qi ... Auntie, be calm and calm, wait for Yuanyuan to look at the situation, and then elaborate on it." The woman raised her all year round, questioned the pressure in the middle, and let Wen Qing not open her eyes.
And always ... women treat her with smiling faces, and never have such alienation.
Nodded, the woman seemed to be aware of her irritability, and turned back to Xia Qiu. The ward was silent for a moment.
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Books have worn so many worlds, and some small means will naturally increase. This kind of traditional Chinese medical treatment is just the simplest kind.
The ancient medicine is so profound that it is declining to the present. Those who know so-called Chinese medicine know nothing but fur.
The Xia Qiuhui's medicine was developed by herself, the same as the meridian structure viewed in the Xiuxian Realm, and the large library collected by Peter.
She simply listened to Master Qi's veins and wanted to see his physical condition.
But Mr. Qi's current situation is worse than she thinks. The pulse is subtle and seemingly absent, apparently already stagnant.
And the small blood in the brain is still colliding constantly, even if suspended by the Lingquan water, it will probably only delay for ten and a half months, and the symptoms will not be cured.