Yi Qingwu arrived at the room and frowned at Ling Fei's condition: "It seems to be very serious."

At this moment, there was only Yan Ruyu in the room, and everyone else was called out by her to make sure to keep the outside and nothing could interfere with Ling Fei.

"Miaoxin is rushing here, I don't know when I will come." Yan Ruyu said, "Ling Fei is too seriously injured."

"Try it." Yi Qingwu sat down next to Ling Fei.

"Try it? You?" Yan Ruyu was slightly stunned.

Yi Qingwu glanced at Yan Ruyu and said, "I understand a little bit."

Yan Ruyu was surprised: "I have never heard you say it."

"After all, I was born in the Yi family." Yi Qingwu said.

Yan Ruyu thought about it again. As the first medical family, the Yi family has a certain medical background. In recent years, the Yi family must have collected a lot of medical books and wanted to restore their past glory. In recent years, it has developed rapidly and has enough capital to collect what they want.

Yi Qingwu is a genius and acquaintance with all kinds of schools of thought, and must have some understanding of medical skills. With her outstanding talent, if she studies it, she will definitely be less than a big difference. Although Yi Qingwu has been busy with company matters in recent years, it is possible to read medical books in her spare time.

Yi Qingwu stepped forward and lifted the quilt and found that Yan Ruyu had a simple bandage on Ling Fei's chest. She started to do an examination...

"Huh?" Yi Qingwu was strange.

"What's wrong?" Yan Ruyu asked.

"Ling Fei had no bullets on his body, he took them out when he was healing." Yi Qingwu said.

Yan Ruyu thought of the scene where Ling Fei dealt with his shoulder wound, so she directly broke the wound with a sword and forced it out!

"In this way, Qingwu has nothing to help." Yi Qingwu shook her head. She just knew some simple surgery. Yes, surgery!

The Yi family lost the most important Biluoming heart hand. Later, when they developed, they were exposed to medical skills that combine Chinese and Western medicine. The Chinese medicine family kept their medical skills confidential. The Yi family was declining at that time. Who would be willing to help him in this regard? There was no way, the Yi family could only absorb Western medicine for joint research. Therefore, what Yi Qingwu came into contact with in the family was in this regard.

"Ling Fei's current situation still needs Miaoxin to treat it." Yi Qingwu said.

"That's it." Yan Ruyu was not too disappointed. Yi Qingwu was not a doctor.

As we were chatting, we suddenly heard something from outside. The door was pushed open and we saw Qin Miaoxin carrying the medicine box!

"Miaoxin! You are here! Hurry." Yan Ruyu said hurriedly.

Qin Miaoxin nodded, took two steps in three steps, and sat down beside Ling Fei. After a little check, he explored Ling Fei's pulse and heartbeat, breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face: "This guy is a little strong man. Although the wound seems serious, it is not fatal, and the amount of blood loss is fine. He has done it himself."

Others seem to be serious about Ling Fei, but Qin Miaoxin seems to be nothing. Different medical skills can see the results naturally differently. For Qin Miaoxin, the injury is not serious.

Yan Ruyu and Yi Qingwu were relieved when they heard this, and Qin Miaoxin's words were trustworthy.

Qin Miaoxin began to deal with the wound and pursed her lips: "Every time I see him, I am injured, and it's normal for a few days."

When Yan Ruyu thought, it seemed that this was true, and it was the same in Dongying last time.

Qin Miaoxin treated Ling Fei for an hour before stopping. She could solve this injury in dozens of minutes. But this person was Ling Fei, and she became more cautious. In addition to taking medicine, she also used acupuncture and other methods, striving to provide the most perfect treatment for Ling Fei.

Finally finished processing, Qin Miaoxin began to organize the medicine box. She asked curiously: "Who won Ling Fei and Mo Wentian?"

Yan Ruyu looked at Yi Qingwu: "At least Ling Fei did not lose."

Yi Qingwu shook her head: "The situation is unknown for the time being. Ling Fei blocked the signal, but Mo Wentian's situation is unknown."

...

Today is the day when Ling Fei and Mo Wentian are duel. Logically, Mo Yuning should be the one who is most concerned about, but she didn't pay attention to it at all. It's not because she forgot, or didn't want to pay attention to it, but because she is currently at the location without any signal! She didn't know that today is a great showdown between Ling Fei and Mo Wentian.

Mo Yuning and the strange man came to a strange mountain. There was a very large village in the mountains, with a strong ancient style. It gave Mo Yuning a sense of time and space intertwined, as if he was in ancient times.

As soon as he entered the mountains, Mo Yuning realized something was wrong. Everyone fainted on the ground. The huge village was extremely quiet and there was no sound.

"What's going on with them?" Mo Yuning couldn't help but ask.

The weirdo's tone was low: "Coma."

"Insane?" Mo Yu raised his eyebrows, "Just wake up."

"Can't wake up." The weird man shook his head, "This is why I want to find the saint."

"Is it useful to look for me?" Mo Yuning spread his hands, "I don't know anything. Hey, are they fainting from poisoning or slut?"

The weird guy shook his head: "I don't know, and no one knows."

"What's the situation?" Mo Yuning was strange, "Why don't you know yet? You didn't say you were a gu student, just look at it?"

The weird guy hesitated: "The answer from my witchcraft is that it is not a witch. But it may be that I am not good at learning..."

Mo Yuning thought for a while and said, "Tell me about the specific situation, what's going on?"

The weird man looked up at the sky for a long time and looked down: "The incident happened half a year ago, and we... we came back from a mysterious place, and the tribe began to have dizziness one after another. At first we didn't care, but gradually more and more tribe members experienced this situation, and the situation became more and more serious, and many people began to have fainting symptoms. A month ago, the coma became more serious, and it took several days to fall into coma. Just half a month ago, the whole village had this condition."

"The coma is also very strange. At the beginning, there is no pattern, and I faint when I say I faint, and there is no reason. Half a month ago, there was a pattern. Everyone will enter a coma at night and will recover during the day." The weirdo frowned deeply, "I went out for a few days, but I don't know if the situation has worsened."

"Then why did you find me?" Mo Yuning asked, "So what about the saint? Can you save you?"

The weirdo focused on the key point: "The sacrificial people in the village prayed to the heavens and received revelation, saying that only the saints had a way to save us. Only the saints could practice the holy text of our clan and find out the reason to save our clan."

"..." Mo Yuning's forehead is black. Do you believe such superstitious statements?
Chapter completed!