The huge ward is particularly quiet, with only the sound of instruments.

At her request, there was no extra person except her, and the door was closed as soon as possible after entering.

Xia Wanxin paused at the door for two seconds and walked inside.

I saw a small thin ball on the hospital bed.

In addition to her reasoning, she was expected.

The sick one is Bo Qingyun's five-year-old son.

She had guessed it.

But still unexpectedly, with Bo Qingyun's identity, his son would have such a serious illness.

Xia Wan walked over with calm steps.

The closer you get, the more shock you feel.

The little boy on the bed is as old as the little sweetheart, with handsome facial features and lying there quietly similar to Bo Qingyun, and he looks like a smaller version of him.

His eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were trembling from time to time, as if he was not stable in his sleep.

His frowning brows showed his discomfort, and his pale lips groaned from time to time, as if he was enduring great pain.

For some reason, looking at his uncomfortable look, Xia Wan's heart hurts, and the pain is like a needle.

The pain was severe, and it took half a minute to calm down.

Xia Wanxin frowned and puzzled. Finally, she looked at him and thought of her son who died young.

If this is her baby, how wonderful...

Xia Wan's expression was complicated, and she seemed to have more different emotions towards this child.

She sat down beside the bed and raised her hand to hold his wrist.

The thin part, the pulse is so weak that it is almost impossible to cut.

She didn't expect that he was so seriously ill!

The toxins in the body invaded all limbs and bones. No wonder Bo Qingyun couldn't wait for ten days, because this child couldn't hold on for that day at all!

"Um--"

Suddenly, Xiao Xingchen snorted in pain.

Then he coughed softly, and blood spilled out of the corners of his lips!

not good!

Xia Wanxin quickly took out the tool kit, took out five silver needles of different sizes, and stabbed them into his Yongquan point, Taichong point, Shangqiu point, Shaofu point, and Hegu point.

Her acupuncture method is special and is not the same as that of ordinary Chinese medicine.

Almost at the same time as the last needle was down, Xiao Xingchen thrust his chest upwards!

Then it fell heavily, calming for three seconds.

His cough stopped, his chest no longer had abnormal fluctuations, and his whole state became a little more stable with the naked eye.

Xia Wanxin breathed a sigh of relief.

Still dare not relax at all.

Now it was just hanging his breath.

The real treatment depends on the later.

but--

His condition was so serious that she imagined.

If she wants to completely eradicate, even she must put in great energy and time.

Xia Wanxin pursed her red lips.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on his little face the size of a palm, which was also somewhat similar to the little sweetheart.

Even if he is Bo Qingyun's son, as a doctor, what reason does she have to not save her?

The ward became a little dull and extremely solemn.

Xia Wanxin's eyes became more and more firm.

She took off the mask and a thin layer of sweat had already spread on her forehead.

After putting on the gloves, she held the remaining silver needle.

Start doing real treatment!

One hour, two hours passed.

There was no other sound in the ward except for the occasional rustling of clothes.

Xia Wan's heart was sweating like rain, and the arm holding the needle was trembling like a sieve.

However, every time the needle is dropped, the hand becomes fast and stable.

With the changes in her acupuncture points.

Xiao Xingchen's face was pale at the beginning, and finally he felt a little bloody.
Chapter completed!