Five years later, she surprised the world with her Zaizai

Ning Nuannuan's back was straight.

The thin silver needles became magical in her little hands, and they were inserted into Zhao Lishu's key points one by one.

About ten minutes.

Ning Nuannuan inserted seven or forty-nine ice needles into Zhao Lishu's Baihui, Guanyuan and other key points.

As time went by, the acupuncture points where the ice needles were inserted appeared strange sights, veins appeared, and each vein appeared brown and black.

Zhao Liyang was a little dumbfounded when he saw such traditional Chinese medicine skills for the first time.

After that, this strange phenomenon continued to progress and spread. Later, Zhao Lishu's whole body was like this, and even her neck and face had bulging black veins.

Zhao Lishu's brows were furrowed, her face full of pain.

It hurts so much. According to common sense, it should wake up directly from the pain.

But Zhao Lishu's eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes blinked, and her whole body twitched, as if she was trapped in a nightmare that she would not wake up from.

suddenly.

With a "Uh..." sound, Zhao Lishu opened her mouth and spit out dark brown blood.

"Shu'er, how could she... start vomiting blood again?" Zhao Liyang panicked and stepped forward to question Ning Nuannuan.

"It's all poisonous blood. It's a good thing to spit it out." Ning Nuannuan glanced at Zhao Liyang and said slowly, "She started vomiting blood since the banquet, and she will vomit a lot of poisonous blood later. Now you You can wipe your arm clean and give Miss Zhao a blood transfusion when the time comes."

Zhao Liyang was slightly startled but did not move.

Ning Nuannuan frowned: "What? My brother wants to give my sister a blood transfusion, but he doesn't want to?"

"No, I'll get ready right now."

Zhao Liyang left the ward and prepared to contact the hospital's blood bank to give Zhao Lishu a blood transfusion.

It's not that he is unwilling, he would be willing to trade his life for Shu'er if he could. It's just that he and Shu'er are not related by blood, and their blood types are completely mismatched. He is not even qualified to give Shu'er a blood transfusion.

In the ward.

Ning Nuannuan wiped away the black blood spit out by Zhao Lishu with a towel.

Observing the floating veins all over Zhao Lishu's body and seeing where the veins were still black, Ning Nuannuan continued to add ice needles to force out the toxins in her body.

Traditional Chinese medicine has conducted extensive research on poisons.

Western medicine pays attention to microscopic diagnosis, while traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to macroscopic syndrome differentiation, and it has a vast medical history of thousands of years.

Zhao Lishu's toxins can only be treated from a macro perspective. Otherwise, from the perspective of Western medicine, the poison has entered the blood circulation and cannot be cured no matter what.

At this time, Ning Nuannuan's body was spattered with a lot of black poisonous blood, and thin cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but she was still concentrating on the acupuncture.

Bo Shiyan looked at Ning Nuannuan, a little distressed, but also sincerely admired.

this little woman...

Decisiveness and ruthlessness are just appearances. She has a bodhicitta heart that saves lives and heals the wounded.

The more he looked at her, the more Bo Shiyan fell into his infatuation with her.

...

Bo's old house.

The turmoil at the Bo family banquet can be said to be a farce.

Ning Yunyan's hand was cut by the broken vase. After the wound was bandaged by the family doctor, the whole hand was wrapped with thick gauze.

It's rare for Mr. Bo to stay up in the middle of the night.

He looked sideways at Ning Yunyan: "Yunyan, your hand was injured sooner rather than later. It shouldn't have been your fault, right?"

Ning Yunyan felt suffocated, but she still pretended to be calm on her face: "Grandpa, I didn't... I really accidentally broke the vase and cut my hand on the fragment... I will go to the hospital later to see Let’s see what I can do to help Miss Zhao.”

"That's fine." Mr. Bo nodded, "Lishu's mother is a branch of the Bo family. She is a rare and talented woman. I also like this junior very much. Although Lishu's mother passed away very early, But I don’t want anything to happen to Lishu’s child!”

"I see."

Ning Yunyan said yes, but thought in her heart.

Even if she holds Zhao Lishu's secret, as long as she is alive, there may be a chance that the secret will be leaked.

Only the dead who cannot speak can give people complete peace of mind.

at this time.

The old house phone rang.

The old housekeeper answered the phone and answered twice.

"What's going on?" Mr. Bo asked.

"Back to the old man, it's Master Shili who called. He said that Miss Zhao's physical condition is stable and she has been rescued from hell."