Chapter 884: Call an ambulance!

[The text of Chapter 1]
Section 885 Chapter 884 Call an Ambulance!
Indeed, Su Ke has now entered the real tackling phase. The strength of "Taoist Twelve Duanjin", in conjunction with Guixi Zhendinggong, has shown a stronger power than before, and slowly Deep into the cortex and into the interior of the brain tissue.
The reason why you can't remove these residues directly like Deng Xiaotian is because you worry about damaging the brain tissue. After all, even a little residue is a sharp knife compared to the fragile brain neurons. With a little movement, it is possible cause some damages.
Do not heal the injury, but it will only worsen the situation.
According to a preliminary estimate, there are no less than twenty or thirty blood slags remaining in the four-centimeter square. Su Ke dare not care, control the spirit snake turned into strength, slowly approached, and finally found the first goal.
The spirit snake opened its mouth and swallowed the tiny blood into the mouth. Since it cannot be pulled out, it can only be destroyed in situ by this force. This force envelops the blood slag, and it moves like a stone mill. It has become smaller and smaller, and at the same time, it seems to be continuously decomposing the residue.
Su Ke also had more and more sweat on his forehead, his breathing became noticeably quick, and his face turned pale. With such a blink, half an hour had passed, and his short hair was wet and wet like rain.
It can be clearly seen on the shirt that a large area has been soaked. Over time, the previous motionless movements of the legs began to shake slightly.
On the other hand, Mr. Zhang Junde erupted into a calmness unexpectedly, his brows stretched, his face became rosy, and his breathing was slow and long.
Everyone was sweating for Su Ke, especially Deng Xiaotian. He even felt that Su Ke's physical strength was passing fast, and the strength in Su Ke's body was strangely felt by him. The inner spirit of Taoism is peaceful.
Wan Qihong clenched her fists with her hands, biting her lower lip without knowing it, causing her lips to turn white for a while. He didn't know what happened to Su Ke now? And she also knew that he couldn't be disturbed easily now, and could only silently pray that he would succeed.
Su Ke seemed to hear a gurgling sound, and another piece of blood residue disappeared. This was the twelfth residue he had conquered. Although these residues seemed large, they were just in his mind. Projection, the actual residue is calculated in millimeters.
As more and more proficient in eliminating blood slag, the control of the strength of the Taoist Twelve Duan Jin has become more handy, but the biggest problem now is that as time goes by, the blood scum decreases. The power that can be mobilized is also constantly weakening.
Because this consumption is two-sided, the blood is worn away and decomposed, and it is also accompanied by the consumption of strength. Although it can still guarantee the uninterrupted strength of the strength, the body can no longer support it slowly.
It's like a pump constantly pumping water, but the water source is constantly decreasing, and it becomes more and more difficult.
But Su Ke feels that his state skills are becoming more and more sophisticated, as if he is entering a state of physical and mental unity. If he ca n’t make a splash this time, who can think if he can do it next time, it ’s like an epiphany. Rao started to be exhausted physically and mentally, but Su Ke could not give up.
The clock on the wall ticked. In this quiet atmosphere, it seemed to strike everyone's heart.
As the most sensitive person among these people, Deng Xiaotian was already very worried about Su Ke's state. He even had an impulse to help Su Ke, but now he has nothing to do. Although he is also in the same spirit, he is not Su Ke's "Taoist Twelve Duan Jin" is very different. If he shot it by himself, I'm afraid it would help.
Seeing Su Ke's body has begun to crumble, but his arms are still straight without a trace of trembling, and the evaluation of the boy in his heart keeps rising. Without great perseverance, this would not be possible anyway.
Finally, the silver needle that Su Ke has been holding slowly moved, and began to lift the needle gently, retract the needle, slowly opened his eyes, his face was pale and bloodless, like a piece of gold paper, turned his head and looked Deng Xiaotian: "Uncle Tian! Help me close the needle!"
After Su Ke said this sentence, his feet softened instantly, and he fell down with his eyes.
Deng Xiaotian has been carefully watching Su Ke, seeing that he suddenly fell down and stepped forward quickly, moving quickly, already holding Su Ke in a blink of an eye.
Seeing Su Ke in his arms fainted, the sweat on his body even passed through the wet piece of his clothes, directly holding him to the sofa on the side.
Zhang Junde seemed to know nothing about the external changes. He sat in a chair securely, Deng Xiaotian looked at the nine silver needles on his head, took a deep breath, thinking that since Su Ke said to himself, he should have no What a special method, the two hands are like chicks pecking rice, quickly take the needle.
All the nine needles were collected, and they were placed in the needle box on the side of the table. After looking at Su Ke lying on the sofa, Deng Xiaotian whispered, "Zhang Lao! How do you feel now?"
Wan Qihong was the one who most concerned Su Ke. When she saw Su Ke suddenly fainted, she felt a sudden pain, and ran to his side, for fear that something would happen to him.
"Hoo!" Zhang Junde exhaled slowly, and then opened his eyes, as if he had a dream, with the illusion of another generation, looking at Deng Xiaotian, who was waiting for a while, and looked at the granddaughter who ran over, and finally Su Ke, whose eyes fell on the side of the sofa, finally thought of what happened before.
"What's wrong with Su Ke?" Zhang Junde suddenly got up from the chair and saw Su Ke's face was pale, unconscious, and frightened, he walked directly.
It was found that Zhang Junde had no other abnormalities. Deng Xiaotian didn't say much, walked to the sofa, grabbed Su Ke's wrist, and suddenly the inner gas slowly injected into Su Ke.
The strength of the "Taoist Twelve Duanjin" vanished, as if it had never appeared before. His body was empty, which made him sweat. Su Ke's breathing is very weak now, and the frequency of heartbeat has become extremely extreme. Slow and weak.
"No, hurry him to the hospital!"
Su Ke's state at this moment is very dangerous to Deng Xiaotian. Heartbeat, breathing, pulse, and three vital signs are on the verge of stagnation. He reaches for Su Ke, turns his head, and looks at the scholar: "Go and drive!"
Deng Xiaotian's performance made all of them startled, especially Wan Qihong, who turned around in an instant, even tears coming out in the next second.
"Ah?" Zhang Junde did not expect such a thing to happen. After all, Su Ke was like this because he healed himself: "Xiao Rui, hit 120! Call an ambulance!"