Ghost King’s Medical Consort

"You two come in with me and lie down on the bed in the room." Mu Qianyue pointed to the patron of the guide palace and the second elder of Nangong.

"Oh." The two walked into the room suspiciously and curiously, only to find that three beds had already been set up in the room.

The person who struck Mu Qianyue was Ye Hanqing, "Sect Master, what should I do?"

"You give Nangong ancestors acupuncture first. Yin-yang acupuncture is sixty-nine-five-four." Mu Qianyue said.

Ye Hanqing nodded, took out a set of acupuncture and moxibustion from the Na Jie space, quickly and ready to stick it on the body of the old ancestor Nangong, and then controlled the true power to force the old ancestor Nangong's body with black blood to the left hand Index finger and **** up.

Mu Qianyue walked to the Nangong Patriarch, hung the finished medicine bottle and infusion tube on the nail on the wall, and then connected the needle.

Looking at the needle in Mu Qianyue's hand, Patriarch Nangong shook his eyelids in fear, "Miss Mu, what are you doing?"

"Draw blood." Mu Qianyue replied blankly.

"Draw, draw blood? How to draw?" Patriarch Nangong asked.

"You don't care how I smoke, you are not a pharmacist, and you don't know what to tell you." Mu Qianyue said irritably, for him, she didn't like him at all.

Nangong Patriarch closed his mouth angrily. He is a big man with a lot of blood. It doesn't matter if he draws some, and he can cure his father's illness. Why do you feel a little guilty in your heart?

Immediately afterwards, Mu Qianyue grabbed his wrist and took the silver needle directly into it. Patriarch Nangong let out a loud scream of ‘ah’ in pain, and the pain made his hair stand straight.

"Why does this embroidery needle hurt so much!" said the Nangong Patriarch.

"Oh, the stick is crooked." Mu Qianyue exclaimed, pulling out and continuing to stick.

"what!"

"Excuse me, it's crooked again."

"Ahhh..." Patriarch Nangong roared loudly with pain, and his miserable roar could be heard almost in the room. People who didn't know thought he had received a terrible punishment inside.

"It seems that I am in a bad condition today, and I got crooked again..."

A dozen needles were pierced in a row, and Patriarch Nangong’s wrist was pierced with a dozen needles. The pain caused him to sweat all over his body. He couldn’t understand why he was once stabbed in the back and he didn’t even blink. , How come the needle is so painful! ! It hurts to the bone!

That's because he didn't know that Mu Qianyue deliberately stimulated his pain point, and the pain was instantly magnified dozens of times. Can he feel pain?

"Well, this hand can't be pierced anymore, change your hand." Mu Qianyue stared at his other hand with gloomy eyes.

Patriarch Nangong shuddered for no apparent reason, "Can we stop it?"

"Yes, then your father doesn't need to be saved." Mu Qianyue looked at him indifferently.

Patriarch Nangong thought over and over again, and had to stretch out his other hand.

Ye Hanqing, who was next to him, couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth. The doorkeeper wouldn't stick her eyes when she closed her eyes. After more than a dozen stitches, she got crooked.

There was a cold light in Chu Tiange’s golden eyes. Thinking of the domineering appearance of the Patriarch of Ri Nangong, he could not wait to beat him directly, but today he is the Jingyue Chamber of Commerce in the name of seeing a doctor. Jingyue Chamber of Commerce's reputation, but this hatred must be reported!

Seeing the pain of Patriarch Nangong, the second elder of Nangong couldn’t help but laughed, "Patriarch, you are too timid, isn’t it just getting stabbed with a silver needle? Then bite with an ant. What’s the difference? Haha... I didn’t expect the Patriarch to be afraid of these silver needles."

Patriarch Nangong rolled his eyes in disdain and didn't speak, but in his heart he smiled and laughed, making you laugh. When it's your turn, you won't be able to laugh!

After more than a dozen consecutive needles in the other hand, she finally succeeded. Mu Qianyue directly drew two bottles of blood into Nangong Patriarch's body, which was a full 1,000 ml.

The volume of blood drawn by a normal person is 500 ml. When it exceeds 800 ml, the injured person will have symptoms such as complexion, pale lips, cold sweats, cold hands and feet, weakness, rapid breathing, and fast and weak pulse.

However, Patriarch Nangong is also a powerful paladin level anyway, so it's fine to pump a thousand milliliters. At most, his face is pale and his legs are weak and weak for a few days.

Of course, this was also intentional by Mu Qianyue, who made him want to try to break up Xiao Xiao and Big Brother?

Then, Mu Qianyue came to the second elder Nangong again, doing the same thing. After experiencing the pain of life as good as death, the second elder Nangong finally couldn't laugh, my God! This embroidery needle hurts so much when stuck in your hand! It hurts terribly!

The Grand Elder Nangong, who had been watching, was puzzled and blank. He obviously didn't understand why the two of them showed such a frightened expression and made such a miserable cry. Is it really that painful?

Ye Hanqing had already released the black blood on the fingers of the old ancestor Nangong, but the black blood continued.

Looking at the blood in the basin on the ground, Grand Elder Nangong couldn't help shaking his eyelids. If the blood in the human body dries out, will he die? Even the martial artist must die! After all, blood is the root of man!

Mu Qianyue walked quickly to Nangong ancestor's side, preparing to give him a blood transfusion, but when Nangong ancestor saw the needle in her hand, she couldn't help but trembled with fear, her face turned red, and said, "Miss Mu, I will be able to Can't it be lighter?"

Seeing that the two of them didn't look like they were pretending, they seemed to be sweating profusely from pain!

"Good." Mu Qianyue nodded, grabbed his wrist, and gently pushed the needle into the veins under his skin. He didn't even feel any pain.

Old Ancestor Nangong couldn't help but his eyes widened in surprise, "Hey, why don't you feel it?"

The Nangong Patriarch and the Second Elder Nangong on the two beds next to them knew that they had been fixed by Mu Qianyue! But helpless!

After the blood flowing from the fingertips of the ancestor Nangong finally turned bright red, Ye Hanqing quickly bandaged his fingers. At the same time, two bottles of blood were almost transfused.

Putting away the needle and the like, Mu Qianyue took out a bloodline pill and gave it to the ancestor Nangong. This was the last step and the most important step. Although most of the blood exchange was done, it remained in his blood. The germs are not completely removed, and the remaining germs and impurities need to be removed with Xuemaidan.

After taking the Blood Vessel Pill, Old Ancestor Nangong felt the blood all over his body boiled, refreshed, and no longer weakened, dizzy and nauseous. He even felt the endless power in his body.

Layers of dirt and impurities were discharged from his body, bringing a pungent smell.

"I'm all right now?" Old Ancestor Nangong said excitedly.