253: C253 Prolongation of Life

C253 Prolongation of Life

Zhao Feng didn't even dare to pick up Wei Ying. If she was injured twice and Wei Ying was already injured again, he might even take her life.

"Tang Fannshuang, I beg of you, please help me find a stretcher. What are you still standing there for? Go quickly!"

"Oh, oh."

It was Tang Fannshuang's first time seeing Zhao Feng like this. She was really scared, so she didn't argue and immediately ran into the villa complex.

Looking at the unconscious Wei Ying, Zhao Feng gritted his teeth to stop the tears from rolling down from the corner of his eyes. This was the first time he felt so powerless.

He didn't know how Tang Fannshuang did it, but not long after, she found a stretcher from the villa complex and jogged over.

"Zhao Feng, hurry, send her to the hospital!"

Zhao Feng shook his head. He could just call the hospital if he sent them to the hospital. He didn't need to find a stretcher: "I'm the doctor. The hospital doesn't have any better solution to this situation. Carry him home first, I'll do it."

Tang Fannshuang slapped her head. With her memory, with Zhao Feng here, what was the need for her to go to the hospital? If he wasn't able to treat her well, even if she was sent to the hospital, the result would be the same.

The two of them quietly carried Wei Ying onto the stretcher and slowly walked into the villa. The security guards who sat in front of the surveillance camera acted as if they didn't see anything. No one made a sound.

They were really afraid of Zhao Feng, since it wasn't easy to get their hands on that job.

They didn't want to have anything to do with Zhao Feng anymore.

Returning to the mansion, Zhao Feng put Wei Ying and the stretcher on the bed.

"Fan Shuang, go to that villa and ask if there are any ginseng. The older you are, the better. Tell them that it's something I want, go quickly."

At this time, Tang Fannshuang didn't dare to delay and immediately ran out. She had a certain amount of responsibility for this matter.

Zhao Feng didn't stay idle either. He took out a box of silver needles and used alcohol to disinfect them.

At this moment, Wei Ying, who was on the bed, spat out a mouthful of blood. Zhao Feng quickly checked and found that Wei Ying's body was in a worse condition. If she didn't get treatment, she would die in less than half an hour.

"What should we do? If we start acupuncture without the soup, it will instead harm Wei Ying!" "Tang Fannshuang, why aren't you back yet?"

Seeing that Wei Ying's breath was getting weaker and weaker, Zhao Feng couldn't care so much anymore. Since both sides were dead, why not bet on Elder Chu having any ginseng?

Only in this way could he snatch Wei Ying back from the hands of the King of Hell.

Under the light, Zhao Feng took up the silver needle and pierced it into a big acupoint in Wei Ying's body. This action made Wei Ying's breathing quicken, and her face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He had activated the rest of Wei Ying's energy. Once the energy was depleted, Wei Ying would not be able to survive.

Wei Ying's face was flushed and looked extremely charming. However, Zhao Feng's mind was not on this. He picked up another silver needle and placed it on Wei Ying's neck.

He hesitated. The acupuncture points here were not like those in other places. The slightest mistake could take a person's life. Even if it was him, he did not have much confidence in succeeding.

Just then, Tang Fannshuang ran back in her slippers, holding an exquisite small box in her hand. She gasped for breath and said, "Take … "Got it, what are you doing?"

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually focused: "Do me a favor and boil this ginseng into a soup. Be quick."

As he spoke, he stabbed the silver needle in his hand.

Seeing the situation, Tang Fannshuang did not hesitate in the slightest and hurriedly ran out.

The silver needles in Zhao Feng's hand rained down on Wei Ying's body. Soon, there were dozens of silver needles on her body. All of them were at the critical points of her meridians.

At this moment, Wei Ying's entire body started to tremble uncontrollably. Waves of unconscious groans of pain came from her mouth.

Zhao Feng felt his heart ache, but there was nothing he could do. He stepped forward and held Wei Ying's hand, trying his best to prevent himself from thinking about other things.1

Seeing Wei Ying's face turning pale at a lightning speed, Zhao Feng was worried, but there was nothing he could do.

Not long after, Tang Fannshuang, who was carrying the soup, walked in and placed the small bowl on the table.

"The soup is ready. Zhao Feng, what else do you need me for?"

Zhao Feng waved his hand. No one else could help him with the rest. He could only rely on himself to pick up the small bowl and put the soup into Wei Ying's mouth bit by bit.

As the soup entered her stomach, Wei Ying's face stopped turning pale. Seeing this, Zhao Feng directly removed the silver needle from her neck.

As the silver needle was removed, silver needles popped out one by one from Wei Ying's body. It was as if the essence energy from the soup had filled the hole in Wei Ying's body.

Whether he could temporarily keep Wei Ying's life depended on whether the effects of the soup was enough or not.

Wei Ying slowly opened her eyes as the last silver needle left her body, accompanied by a groan of pain.

"Am, am I not dead yet?"

Looking at Wei Ying who had just woken up, Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief. When the breeze blew past, he unconsciously shivered. Only then did he realize that his entire body had been drenched in sweat.

"Didn't I say that I would cure you? Have you forgotten? "

It could be said that the effect of Elder Chu's ginseng was very strong. If it was an ordinary ginseng, at most, it would be able to hang Wei Ying's life and not wake her up.

Wei Ying was stunned. Although she knew that Zhao Feng's medical skills were high, she never expected Zhao Feng's medical skills to be this high. In that moment of absent-mindedness, she seemed to have seen that eight hundred miles of Wangchuan.

"Zhao …"

Wei Ying had just said one word when a tired look appeared on her face. She fainted again and Zhao Feng quickly went up to check.

The sudden change in strength caused Zhao Feng to frown. Although his actions just now had killed Wei Ying, it was unable to cure her.

If she didn't have any other methods, Wei Ying probably wouldn't live past a month.

Seeing that, Tang Fannshuang hurriedly asked, "Zhao Feng, what's wrong? It's all my fault, I shouldn't have lost my temper. Otherwise, I wouldn't have ended up like this. "

Zhao Feng shook his head. "You go out first. Let me calm down first."

Tang Fannshuang didn't know why, but when she looked at Zhao Feng's calm face, it was as if she was looking at a volcano that was about to erupt.

Zhao Feng leaned back in his chair as the door closed softly behind him. Wei Ying only had a month left to live, but he was powerless to do anything.

Looking at the chandelier on the ceiling, Zhao Feng suddenly thought of something and jumped up from his chair.

"Got it, meat lingzhi."

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