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Everyone held their breath. This miracle of a witness.

Before the child had woken up, Wen Yi said to Qian Shan: "Help the child up!"

Qian Shan still hadn't moved, but Young Master Zhang anxiously carried his child, looking at Wen Yi with passionate and worshipful eyes, "Is that so?"

Wen Yi nodded, took out a slightly thicker needle, and slowly inserted it into the back of the child's head. She said, "His skull is bleeding, and we need to immediately drain his blood and reduce her intracranial pressure.

Master Zhang nodded, "Yes, yes!"

Qian Shan didn't dare to open Lord Sikong's acupuncture points yet. She knew that this old man was not as stubborn as usual, if he pushed Wen Yi aside after he was free, and disdained Wen Yi from saving his grandson, it wouldn't be easy.

She leaned on the servant's bosom and watched Wen Yi apply the needles. She did not dare to walk over, afraid that she would disturb Wen Yi.

She pondered for a while, and took out another slender one. This time, she pierced a lot deeper, and after stabbing a needle into each of her temple, she said to Qian Shan: "Inject true qi into the Baihui acupoint, and force the blood water out!"

Zhuge Ming said: "Let me do it!" He got up and walked to Wen Yi's side, extended two fingers, and pressed it against the child's Baihui acupoint, circulating his cultivation to breathe, and then poured his Innate Qi into it.

Wen Yi coordinated with him by continuing the acupuncture process, piercing and pulling it out. After a few times, a painful expression flashed across the child's face, and finally, she slowly opened her eyes. She looked at Wen Yi weakly, and then slowly closed her eyes. Wen Yi used the needles to prick some of the cells and nerves in his brain, waking him up, but he was still weak, without the strength to speak, and even opening his eyes was difficult.

Young Master Zhang carefully asked Wen Yi, "What should we do now?"

Wen Yi said softly, "We must do what we did just now and draw out the blood in his skull. The sooner the better!"

Master Zhang said to the child in a soft voice, "Huan'er, try your best to hold on. Your parents are by your side!"

The child's eyes opened slightly, revealing a look of panic. Tears welled up within his eyes, but did not fall.

Everyone felt their hearts ache as they watched. A child who was only a few years old was about to suffer such pain. In the past, he had been very well-behaved and deeply loved by others.

Although Lord Sikong was pressed on the acupuncture point, his eyes were unharmed. The expression on his face was extremely shocked, his lips were trembling slightly as he stared at his own grandson, and then, with difficulty, he drifted past Wen Yi's focused face.

Finally, under everyone's expectations, blood started to seep out of the child's skull. Wen Yi's mind shook, and said to Zhuge Ming: "Continue!"

Zhuge Ming nodded, "En!" He closed his eyes and worked again, a warm stream of true energy slowly pouring into the child's head.

Wen Yi quickly took out all of the needles. When the needles left the child's head, a few drops of blood were forced out by Zhuge Ming's inner force, spraying blood all over Master Zhang's face and body.

No one said anything. During this time, they could hear Zhang Shaotian's suppressed sobs. She had to endure a lot of work in order to not rush forward to hug her child. She looked at Wen Yi with reverence and gratitude. At this moment, Wen Yi was simply a fairy that had descended from the heavens to her.

Finally, there was no more blood. Wen Yi heaved a sigh of relief and said to Zhuge Ming: "Retreat!"

Zhuge Ming retracted his hand, and took a deep breath to adjust his breathing, then asked: "How's the situation?"

Wen Yi checked on the child for a bit, and said: "He can be considered to have recovered his life, but because he was once shocked, I think there will be some side effects!"

Master Zhang placed her son down, then knelt down and kowtowed, raising her head with tears in her eyes, "Noble Consort, you truly are our family's savior!"

Qian Shan intentionally opened the meridians in the Lord Sikong at this time, and asked proudly: "Old man, do you think our master is a calamity or a benefactor?"

Lord Sikong's face could be described as marvelous. Awkward, resentful, grateful, complicated, and many unreadable emotions. Qian Shan had never seen a person with such a rich expression.

Wen Yi intentionally did not look at him, and extended her hand to support Young Master Zhang, and said: "I am a doctor, this is just my duty!"

Just as she finished speaking, Lord Sikong continued, "Even though you saved this old man's grandson and this old man is grateful to you, it does not mean that this old man will approve of your other actions. There was a rule that if a family was like this, then there was no need to talk about a large country. Your kindness today, this old man will definitely repay you in the future and will not take advantage of it in the slightest. "

Wen Yi stood up, looked at him indifferently, and said: "There's no need to repay me in the future. If you want to repay me, it's very simple …"

Lord Sikong immediately interrupted her, "Speak, even if you want my life, I can give it to you. However, there are some positions that I would rather die than submit!" In other words, he still opposed her staying by Song Yunqian's side.

Wen Yi sneered, "What do I want your life for? "You only need to give me silver."

Lord Sikong seemed to heave a sigh of relief, and immediately said: "Even if I have to go bankrupt, I will not hesitate!"

Wen Yi said: "All bankrupt? There was no need for that. The medical fees in the capital were not that high right now. The fee for your diagnosis is one tael of silver, one tael of silver for treatment, and three coins for examination. In addition, I will prescribe medicine, so you can seize the medicine by yourselves. You don't have to pay me for the medicine. In other words, in short, Lord Sikong only needs to give me two or three coins! "

"Two taels and three cents?" Lord Sikong's eyes protruded out as he looked at Yue Bing in shock. He didn't think that she was talking about the doctor's fee, and thought that Yue Yang wanted some kind of expensive reward or difficult conditions to fulfill.

Wen Yi said: "Yes, and the fees for going to the clinic cannot be charged on credit. If you choose to come to our infirmary to get medicine, the fees will be on credit."

With that, she picked up the medicine box and said to Qian Shan, "If you accept the medical fee here, I'll wait for you outside the door!"

Young Master Zhang suddenly stood up and pulled Wen Yi, and anxiously said: "Noble Consort, you can even save Whirlwind, I beg you, please come and see my mother."

Lord Sikong was startled for a moment, but he looked at Wen Yi eagerly. His mouth moved a little, but he did not say anything. Indeed, it was as Lv Ning had said. He really did love face and even if it was his own wife's life, he was not willing to let go of face to beg Wen Yi.

Wen Yi turned around and said, "But, I might not be able to save her!"

Master Zhang's face was filled with grief as he said, "If she can't be saved, it will only be her life. I am just begging Noble Consort to be merciful, to take a look! "

Qian Shan stood in front of Master Zhang and said coldly, "Our master came here to save your mother, but you stopped her. Now that she has saved your son of a bitch, you all beg her. You all want to …"

"Alright, Qian Shan, let's go take a look!" Wen Yi lightly interrupted Qian Shan, but in truth, Qian Shan had also said that she felt wronged.

When the Lord Sikong heard Qian Shan's words, his expression became ugly, but a hint of hope still surfaced in his eyes, as he hoped that Wen Yi could save his wife. Therefore, when he heard Wen Yi say that he would go take a look, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Everyone thought that the old lady's situation was better than the little gongzi's, but when Wen Yi saw her, she couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

A bamboo pole pierced through his abdomen. The upper and lower part of the wound was wrapped in a cloth, and blood and powder seeped into the wound. There were abrasions on the face and wounds on many parts of the body, but they were not very serious. She was still conscious, but her expression was one of grief, and she was being consoled by two young masters.

When she saw Lord Sikong approaching, she turned her pale and weak face towards him, revealing a questioning look in her eyes. Her lips slightly parted as she asked in a hoarse voice, "Huan Er …"

Lord Sikong stepped forward and held her hand, his other hand caressing her face. Don't worry, let this... This doctor will treat you and your husband will always be watching over you! "

Wen Yi's heart was moved. She remembered that before she died, she had seen a patient with a brain tumor in the hospital, her husband had been hugging her and holding her hand, whispering sweet words to her in her ear. He had said those words when he was young, but that wife had died very peacefully, happily, with a smile hanging on her lips. At that time, she also thought about how everyone would face death. You might not necessarily wait until you were rich and succeeded, but when you were dead, you would definitely wait until you were dead. Everyone was the same. However, when facing death, humans were more or less afraid. If there was a person they trusted the most, they would be accompanied by their most trusted and intimate person, waiting for the arrival of death, dispelling the fear and sadness in their hearts, that would be the greatest happiness in the world.

Wen Yi helped the old mistress inspect everything, and everyone left, leaving behind Zhuge Ming, Qian Shan and Lord Sikong.

She undid all of the madame's clothes, then began to touch her from the top to the top. "Does it hurt here?"

Even the old mistress had said it didn't hurt. In other words, she hadn't suffered any internal injuries. When she checked the ankle bones, Wen Yi saw that their knees were extremely red and swollen. Furthermore, a bone had pierced through the skin and protruded out, it was a broken bone.

When Lord Sikong saw his wife suffer such heavy injuries, his complexion paled long ago. But there was nothing he could do but watch his wife's face twist in pain.

Wen Yi said to Zhuge Ming, "I want to seal a few of the big acupuncture points in her body, then remove the bamboo pole for her to relieve the pain, and then use it to connect her broken bones. This is a big surgery, I need your help!"

Zhuge Ming said: "Alright, I'll be right here, we can start at any time!"

Wen Yi said: "It's just that, we can't seal her acupoints for too long, otherwise the blood in her body will not be able to circulate, causing her heart to fail and she will die, so we need to hurry up."

She turned her head towards the Lord Sikong and said, "Let me speak with you!" After saying that, she got up and pulled Lord Sikong to the side, saying in a soft voice, "I can only try my best, but your wife's injuries are very severe, and her life is at risk. She could die on the surgery table at any time. "She has already lost too much blood, and during the operation, she will also cause massive bleeding. Therefore, I will let you be mentally prepared. Only twenty percent of her life is left!"

When Lord Sikong heard this, his expression froze for a moment. After being silent for a moment, he said: "This old man understands!"

The surgical instruments were not perfect. Fortunately, in this era the hemostasis medicine was very effective, plus she was very skilled in sealing her acupoints with acupuncture needles, it should be able to last for two hours with the Soul-Returning Pill.

Everyone was chased out, including Lord Sikong and Qian Shan, leaving only Zhuge Ming and Wen Yi in the room.

Qian Shan originally wanted to mock Lord Sikong, but when she saw him sitting at the foot of the porch, looking exhausted and sad, his dignity lost, and his eyes at a loss and pain, she couldn't bear to talk about him anymore. She brought out a jug of wine and gave it to him, "Drink it!"