Before the divorce, Lord Jiu was abused and cried by his ex-wife again

Chapter 114 The Last Struggle
The needle bag containing the silver needles was spread out.

Su Pan put on the gloves and took a deep breath.

She and Uncle Su looked at each other.

Uncle nodded slightly and nodded slightly.

Uncle looked calm, but Su Pan was a little uneasy.

She pursed her pink lips, looked carefully at the old man, and then whispered to Uncle Su: "Uncle, do you really want me to do it?"

Uncle Su glanced at Mr. Lu who was still in a coma.

He frowned slightly, pondered for a few seconds, and finally looked at Su Pan: "I have been working with Gao Yang these days, and Gao Yang talked a lot about Mr. Lu. Although I don't have any good feelings for the Lu family, I have to admit, Mr. Lu really loves you."

"In these years, even Lu Xiaoting hasn't looked for you, but Mr. Lu never gave up looking for you. Now, Mr. Lu has reached the most critical time, and you should take this needle."

Seeing that Su Pan still had a dignified expression, Uncle Su stretched out his hand slightly, and gently held Su Pan's wrist.

With a meaningful smile on his face, he stared at Su Pan, and said in a low voice: "Pan'er. You have been studying silver acupuncture for so many years, and you have already surpassed me. Don't worry. If there is any problem , and me."

Only then did Su Pan take a deep breath, hold his breath, concentrate and calm down.

She took out the silver needle and gently inserted it into the Baihui acupoint on the top of Mr. Lu's head.

Mr. Lu's body twitched slightly, and his eyelids trembled rapidly.

Su Pan looked at Uncle Su, not daring to delay, and immediately inserted the other two silver needles into the corresponding acupuncture points.

Until the remaining dozen needles were inserted into the corresponding acupuncture points, Su Pan felt as if his whole body was drained dry.

After putting in the last silver needle, she sat down on a chair beside her, panting heavily.

Only then did Su Pan realize that the hand hanging by her side was still trembling, and her fingers were trembling uncontrollably.

Uncle Su checked the position of each silver needle, then looked at Su Pan appreciatively, and nodded slightly: "The position of each needle is perfect. Pan'er, as I said a long time ago, your silver needle technique has already passed." You can be on your own."

Su Pan didn't care to think about it.

She frowned and looked at Mr. Lu fixedly.

With his right hand resting on his lips involuntarily, Su Pan said in a low voice, "I hope Mr. Lu can wake up soon. Silver acupuncture can indeed stimulate the last bit of energy, but after it's exhausted, even the Immortal Da Luo can't save it. "

Speaking of this, Su Pan lowered his head slightly, a burst of soreness surged from the tip of his nose all the way up.

Uncle was right.

Even though Lu Xiaoting was sorry for himself, Mr. Lu loved her very much these years.

Seeing that old man Lu was lying in front of him now, except for using silver needles to stimulate the last trace of vitality of old man Lu, there was nothing he could do, Su Pan felt very sad.

Also being a doctor, Uncle Su obviously understood what Su Pan was thinking.

He shook his head helplessly at Su Pan, and said softly: "You take a good rest, I'll ask Lu Xiaoting to come in. Mr. Lu should be a grandson to see him off on his last journey."

Su Pan didn't know when Uncle Su left. She looked at Mr. Lu quietly, and everything in the past was like a movie, flying in Su Pan's heart.

Suddenly, Mr. Lu's eyelids shook slightly twice.

Su Pan suddenly stood up.

She frowned slightly, and stepped forward a few steps.

Su Pan half-bent down, leaned in front of Mr. Lu, and said in a low voice, "Master, it's me."

Su Pan turned her head, and through the glass of the ward, she saw that Lu Xiaoting was still changing the disinfection suit, and she would not be able to come in for a while.

Thinking of this, Su Pan became more courageous and lowered his voice: "Master, I am Gu Pan."

Hearing this name, old man Lu's eyelids rolled even faster.

His fingers were twitching, as if trying to wake up.

Su Pan hurriedly held Mr. Lu's hand, and said in a lower voice, "Master, I'm right here, and Lu Xiaoting will come in soon, just hold on."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the ward was already opened.

Wearing a disinfectant suit, Lu Xiaoting quickly walked into the ward, and came to Mr. Lu's bedside.

Lu Xiaoting, who had always been moody and angry, had red eyes at this moment.

Before he could reach the bed, his legs had already started to feel weak, and his body swayed suddenly, almost falling down.

Fortunately, Su Pan raised his hand in time to grab Lu Xiaoting's arm.

Only then did he stand still and forcefully smile at Su Pan.

There was distressing sadness in Lu Xiaoting's eyes, and his voice revealed a bit of caution: "Old man... how is old man?"

Su Pan had never seen Lu Xiaoting like this.

She was a little afraid to face it, she turned her head to avoid Lu Xiaoting's sight, and shook her head calmly.

Seeing this, Lu Xiaoting suddenly grabbed Su Pan's wrist.

He stared at Su Pan eagerly, and rolled his throat twice: "Doctor Su, I only believe what you say."

Su Pan finally plucked up the courage to look at Lu Xiaoting's eyes mixed with expectation and disappointment.

After a long time, Su Pan said slowly: "The old man's body is not good enough, plus the effects of those medicines. I'm afraid..."

In order to make Lu Xiaoting feel better, Su Pan hastily added: "However, I just saw that the toxin of the blood disease in the old man's body is indeed subsiding. That is to say, this medicine is useful for Xing'er's illness. "

The corners of Lu Xiaoting's mouth twitched twice, that smile looked even more broken: "That is to say, in the end, I saved Xing'er's life with the old man's life."

"Lu Xiaoting, you can't say that." Su Pan wanted to comfort Lu Xiaoting with a few words, but seeing Lu Xiaoting's distraught look, Su Pan felt that all words seemed so feeble at this moment.

She didn't know what to say for a while, so she could only stare at Lu Xiaoting quietly.

From the bed came Mr. Lu's feeble voice: "Xiao Ting..."

Lu Xiaoting abruptly turned his head away, stepped forward a few steps, and half-kneeled at the head of Mr. Lu's bed.

As soon as he grasped Mr. Lu's hand, his throat rolled, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Mr. Lu slowly opened his eyes.

His cloudy pupils stared fixedly at the ceiling, silent for a long time, and whispered as if dreaming: "I seem to have heard Pan'er's voice just now."

Like coaxing a child, Lu Xiaoting said to Old Master Lu in a low voice: "That's right, Dr. Su was in the ward just now."

Mr. Lu was exceptionally firm, shaking his head slowly: "No, it's not Dr. Su. It's Pan'er. My Pan'er."

Hearing this, Su Pan's heart trembled.

She finally couldn't bear it anymore, she could only turn her head away immediately and forcefully calm her mind.

"Old man, you are dreaming." Luckily, Lu Xiaoting didn't suspect anything, and only comforted old man Lu in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)