Chapter 679 The Book of the Idiot Author (46)

After finding her voice again, Wen Qing tried to remain calm and said, bearing the bitterness in her heart.

She looked at Qi Sheng calmly but bravely.

Qi Sheng's deep eyes were also looking at her through Ai Li.

His eyes were bottomless, and the surging dark waves were surging with complex emotions, and the flash of affection and pain made Wen Qing's nose sore and her eyes almost red.

"I know." A cold voice.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and blinked hard to dispel the pain. When she raised her head again, she saw Ai Li pushing the door in.

"Yuanyuan, I..." Wen Qing couldn't help but redden her eyes. She lowered her head and pressed the corners of her eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm still not that strong..."

Sighing, Xia Qiu reached out and put his arm around her shoulders.

"Then leave everything to me."

Originally, she wanted to put the Wen family before herself, but since Wen Qing's emotions were out of control, she should do these things herself.

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In the ward, the instrument made a "beep-beep" sound, and a series of zigzag ripples drew undulating lines on the heart rate instrument.

Xia Qiu looked around and found that besides Qi Sheng and Ai Li, there was only a middle-aged woman left.

The woman was wearing a dark cheongsam and was well maintained, but some fine lines at the corners of her eyes still betrayed her age.

"Xiao Sheng, you and Ai Li go out first." The woman looked at Xia Qiu and Wen Qing and broke the silence in the ward.

"Mom..." Qi Sheng looked at the woman and did not move.

"Go out. Do you want me to say it again?" The woman did not say it in a strong tone, but as soon as she said it, Qi Sheng stood there and clenched his fist for a long time, and finally left the ward.

"Sheng! What is Wen Qing doing here? I always have a bad feeling." Ai Li couldn't help asking in the corridor after being kicked out of the ward.

Qi Sheng sat on the long bench, lowered his eyes, and said nothing, because he... could feel that something was going on, but he didn't know about it.

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"Do you have a way to save the old man?" Qi's mother looked at Wen Qing indifferently, and it was obvious that Wen Qing didn't look like someone who could save people, so she finally looked at Xia Qiu.

"No hurry, let me see the condition of old man Qi first."

Xia Qiu took over the topic, walked over naturally, sat beside the bed, and stretched out his hand to put on old man Qi's dry wrist.

"Chinese medicine?" Qi's mother narrowed her eyes and looked at Wen Qing, this time asking Wen Qing.

"Qi... Auntie, please be patient, wait for Yuanyuan to see the situation, and then tell us in detail." The woman has been pampered for many years, and the pressure brought by the questioning made Wen Qing look away.

And always... the woman treated her with a smile, and never had such alienation.

Nodding, the woman seemed to realize her impatience, and turned her attention back to Xia Qiu, and the ward was silent for a while.

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The book has traveled through so many worlds, and some small tricks will naturally become more and more. This kind of Chinese medicine consultation is just the simplest one.

Ancient medicine is profound and extensive, but it has declined until now. Those so-called Chinese medicine practitioners only know the basics.

Xia Qiu's medical skills were discovered by herself, and they were also based on the meridian structure she had observed in the world of immortal cultivation, and the large library collected by Peter.

She just listened to Mr. Qi's pulse to see his physical condition.

But Mr. Qi's current condition is worse than she thought. His pulse is weak and vague, and he is obviously dying.

The tiny blood in his brain is still colliding. Even if he is kept alive by spiritual spring water, it will probably only delay his life for ten days or half a month, which is a temporary solution but not a permanent one.