Let the system try to save the world

When Lu Jingming got off the bike, he stumbled for a moment before he could step firmly on the ground. Xitong stopped the motorcycle and threw the key to Lu Jingming. He took it in a panic, and saw Xitong rush to the emergency room like a flash of lightning.

Isn’t his foot not healed yet... Lu Jingming held Xitong’s helmet with a confused look in his eyes.

Xitong saw Qian Jiashan walking back and forth anxiously with her hands clasped together at the door of the emergency room, "Qian Jiashan!"

"Xi...Mr." Xi Tong's voice sounded very young on the phone. She didn't expect that he was a child who hadn't even differentiated yet. Qian Jiashan's eyes were a little desperate for a moment.

Xitong stopped a hurried nurse and said, "Let me in. I have a way to save the patient."

"Your child? Take him away!" The patient was in a very bad condition, and the nurse was also very anxious, so her attitude was not very good. "Don't interfere with the doctor's treatment."

"I really have a way." Xitong said, and he named a bunch of Chinese medicinal herbs. "Mr. Qian, go prepare these herbs and boil them into a bowl. I'll go save people first."

"His current condition is due to taking the semi-finished drug I designed." Xitong said to the nurse seriously, "I am the only one who knows this drug best. Let me in."

"Family member, what is your opinion?" The nurse looked anxiously between the two people. He only had a basic understanding of Chinese medicine, but he could tell that Xitong was not joking.

"Let him in!" Qian Jiashan hesitated for only half a second. He had to believe that Xitong, who designed that drug, would not be helpless. He finally nodded.

"I'll go get the medicine." Shen Anzhi, who was following behind, nodded, "Mr. Qian, you just wait here."

The nurse ran in quickly and told the doctor something, then came out soon and helped Xitong with simple disinfection. Due to limited time, it was impossible to completely disinfect and sterilize.

"Do you have any silver needles?" Xitong recognized the person lying on the hospital bed at a glance. He was Shen Anzhi's most loyal dog in the original world line. His real name was Xiu Guo, and his friends called him Xiu Guoer. After Jin Zuyi and Cheng Yousi died in a chaebol melee in the United States, he went completely insane and conducted human experiments crazily. A large amount of banned drugs flowed into the black market from his hands. He was a famous underground black doctor.

Not only did he copy the quenching liquid as a mortal who had no knowledge of spiritual energy and magic, he also boldly took this unprecedented and unparalleled quenching liquid orally without any dilution.

It was really crazy. Xitong relied on spiritual energy and magic potions to make up for the drug ingredients that did not exist in this world. It took more than a week to open up the meridians in his body. The pain was beyond words.

Did this guy forcibly replace the non-existent materials with synthetic chemicals in the laboratory? Xitong scanned the remaining drug components in his body and could not help but be shocked by Xiu Guoer's madness and genius again.

A doctor handed him a box of disposable acupuncture needles. Everyone watched Xitong's movements nervously. In the absence of clear causes, they could only take all conservative measures, injecting hormones and administering massive blood transfusions. Everyone's face showed imperceptible panic and fatigue.

"Hu." Xitong circulated the spiritual energy in his dantian and gathered it on the thin tip of the needle. In the blink of an eye, needles were inserted into thirteen acupuncture points including Shenting and Renying. The tail of the needle trembled violently, as if an invisible hand was plucking it violently.

"Oh my God..." Someone let out a low cry of surprise.

Xitong pierced the thirteen forbidden acupoints. If there was no spiritual energy protection, Xiuguo would have returned to the earth by now.

Several doctors stepped forward, obviously wanting to pull Xitong away. This was simply murder!

"Can you hear me?" Xitong's actions interrupted their movements. A few seconds after the acupuncture, Xiuguo, who was unconscious due to blood loss and severe pain, slowly opened his eyes.

"Blink if you can hear me." Xi Tong ordered, "I was called by Qian Jiashan. My last name is Xi."

Xiu Guo obviously heard it, and he blinked hard.

"Follow my command." Xitong threw out another silver needle, and his fingertips moved rapidly between the skin and flesh. "Do you feel the heat?"

Xiu Guo's pupils were slightly dilated. There was a catheter in his mouth, so he couldn't speak now, otherwise he would have shouted a long time ago.

It's so hot, so hot! Where did you get this from, Third Brother? You call this heat? Xiu Guo almost felt that the skin and flesh were about to be roasted.

"Just watch." An elderly doctor stopped trying to stop them. He was a little excited and whispered to his colleagues, "This is probably the Thirteen Ghost Needles. I've only seen it in a book I read when I was in school."

"Look carefully!" He nudged his student's back with his elbow. "This is the most orthodox acupuncture method."

The acupuncture method is called "burning mountain fire". It divides the subcutaneous tissue of the human body into nine layers, and inserts the needles layer by layer. It is a great test of the acupuncturist's understanding of the thickness of the skin and muscles and the control of the acupuncture method. It is a good acupuncture method for nourishing the body, and it has almost been lost in the current medical community.

Xitong's forehead was already covered with sweat and his face was pale, looking as miserable as Xiuguo on the bed. His spirit was objectively strong, but his body was not. If he had not opened up his meridians two days ago, he would have fainted on the ground by now.

"Imagine this heat traveling through your body, and let it reach these two acupuncture points in a straight line." Xitong continued to perform the mountain fire acupuncture method on the two silver needles. Xiu Guo, who was able to make new potions, was indeed not stupid. The body that had taken the quenching fluid was in the best state to absorb spiritual energy. With Xitong continuously outputting his spiritual power, after about three minutes, Xitong felt that the meridian under his hand was opened.

"Remember this feeling." Xitong reminded him, and moved his hand to the next pair of silver needles, "Next."

"Come again."

"Come again."

In the emergency room, only Xitong's voice was heard without any emotion. Xiuguo's physical indicators have gradually stabilized. He didn't even dare to breathe at the beginning. Now the doctor has stopped the hormone injection.

——But I'm afraid his spirit is already in danger. Xiuguo's expression was ferocious and lifeless. Xitong didn't want to care about him, so he should teach this guy a lesson to prevent him from taking medicine indiscriminately again.

"The medicine is ready." The person who came was Shen Anzhi. He was carrying two bags of black liquid medicine and handed them to the nurse beside him.

"Give him something to drink." Xitong staggered and almost fell to the ground. Shen Anzhi caught him.

Xiu Guo's eyes were no longer lifeless. The Chinese medicinal soup mixed with sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty flavors was poured into his esophagus through the nasogastric tube. He really wanted to die.

"If you don't want nasogastric feeding, try rectal drip." Xitong said "considerately".

No, no. Xiu Guo shook her head violently in her heart, and swallowed faster.

Xitong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him drink most of the liquid medicine honestly. His vision went dark for a while. He held Shen Anzhi's shoulders and walked out of the emergency room. "I need to sleep for a while. If you want, give me some glucose."

Shen Anzhi hugged the unconscious person tightly in his arms. His voice was a little hoarse, and he responded after a long time, "Okay."

"Get out of the way." Lu Jingming pushed him. Shen Anzhi hugged Xitong firmly, looking at him silently and dangerously.

"This is my brother!" Lu Jingming said angrily, "Why did you touch him?"

"Don't you want to, you bitch?" Shen Anzhi said coldly.

"Stop, stop, stop arguing." When the two were about to start a new quarrel, Qian Jiashan rushed out. He learned that Xiuguo's consciousness had recovered, and he screamed silently in excitement. He was overjoyed and hugged Xitong, "Don't delay Mr. Xi's rest."