156: C156 Believe Me

C156 Believe Me

"What's going on?" "What exactly is the situation of Xiaotian?" Ren Qianyuv asked in a deep voice.

He was twitching, his limbs constricted, and he spat out blood from time to time. Neither my grandfather nor Director Zhao could identify the cause of the disease, but it looked like it had a relapse. " Qian Hsingmei said quickly.

"Impossible." Ren Qianyuv was resolute and decisive.

The people that he had treated himself knew very well that Ma Xiaotian would definitely not have a relapse.

"Let's go in and take a look. Xiaotian's father is inside, and he's not in a good mood. Be careful, I'm afraid he might …" Qian Hsingmei warned with a low voice, her expression filled with worry.

Yesterday, she heard someone mention Ma Ruloong. Ma Ruloong was someone not to be trifled with. He could do anything if he was angry.

Ren Qianyuv nodded, pushed open the door and walked in.

Just like what Qian Hsingmei said, Ma Xiaotian had shrunk into a ball on the bed. His body continued to twitch, and his pale face was filled with pain.

It was as if there was a force pulling all the tendons in his body towards the middle of his body.

The three famous doctors, Elder Qian, Lu Ping, and Zhao Changyang, stood to the side and watched the situation. All of them frowned but were helpless.

Ma Ruloong was guarding the sickbed. His face was gloomy and anxious, like a volcano that would erupt at any time.

Seeing Ren Qianyuv walk in. The three old men were delighted. Ma Ruloong looked at him expressionlessly.

"Doctor Ren, what's going on?" Didn't you say that Xiaotian is done? "How did it suddenly relapse?"

Ren Qianyuv understood his feelings very well. Anyone else would do the same.

"Do you believe me?"

He did not explain. Instead, he stared at the other party and asked indifferently.

When Ma Ruloong heard this, he was slightly surprised. He thought that if something like this happened, Ren Qianyuv would definitely say a lot of things to explain.

Ren Qianyuv's calmness surprised him.

After hesitating for a while.

Ma Ruloong frowned and said, "I believe you, what can you do about it? Xiaotian's like this …"

"Just trust me."

Ren Qianyuv walked in front of the sickbed, reached out his hand to grab Ma Xiaotian's pulse door, narrowed his eyes and began to investigate with a calm mind.

Everyone held their breath as they stared at him. The atmosphere in the room immediately became extremely tense.

After a few breaths, Ren Qianyuv's eyes suddenly flashed and his face darkened.

"Teacher, did you find out the reason?"

Seeing Ren Qianyuv's strange expression, Elder Qian couldn't help but ask.

"We'll talk about it later. Help me push Xiaotian's body away first."

Ren Qianyuv retracted his hand and said something. Then, he flipped his hand and took out the silver needle.

Ma Ruloong and a few others obeyed him and went forward to try their best to pry Ma Xiaotian's four limbs apart.

Maybe it triggered Xiaotian's internal injuries, the little boy immediately let out a mournful scream.

Ma Ruloong's expression changed. He almost could not bear to let go.2

At this moment, Ren Qianyuv flicked his finger and a silver needle shot out and pierced Ma Xiaotian's lower abdomen.

The next moment, Ma Xiaotian's body trembled as if he had lost all of his strength and collapsed onto the bed.

"Divine Doctor Ren …." When Ma Ruloong saw this, his expression suddenly became nervous and he opened his mouth to ask.

Ren Qianyuv shook his head. He held the other three silver needles in his hand and quickly pierced them into every part of Ma Xiaotian's body.

At this moment, in order to save Ye Xiaotian, Ren Qianyuv had used his unique skill.

After the silver needles entered his body, Ren Qianyuv immediately circulated his inner strength. He reached out his hand to press on the back of Xiaotian's heart and slowly began to push.

Ma Ruloong and the others watched nervously on the side, cold sweat dripping down unknowingly.

But the most nervous person was still the other person who was standing beside the bed.

Zhao Qian'er!

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