Send a red envelope to heaven

Chapter 87 Resurrection
"Cheng Sheng, don't do this."

The slippery little hands tightly grasped Cheng Sheng's arm, and Cheng Sheng turned his head to meet Shui Muqing's peach blossom eyes.

Shui Muqing pursed her lips slightly, she was grateful to Cheng Sheng for helping her.

But her father was hopeless, and she didn't want Cheng Sheng to lose face by venting his anger on her.

Everyone on the field seemed to be watching a joke. No wonder, you are a 20-year-old young man, not to mention medical skills, and you haven't even graduated from college. How can you save people?

Not to mention, this patient doesn't even have a heartbeat, isn't this fucking nonsense?
Cheng Sheng looked at the worried Shui Muqing, suddenly smiled, shook Shui Muqing's little hand, and said firm words.

"Believe me, haven't I already said that there is nothing in this world that I cannot do, because I am Cheng Daxian."

I am pregnant with the fairy family red envelope group, not to mention that my heartbeat is gone, even if I report to Lord Yan, I, Cheng Sheng, can bring him back.

Yang Song, since you are shameless, why should I save face for you.

Looking at Cheng Sheng's firm eyes, Shui Muqing was in a daze for a while, and watched Cheng Sheng enter the emergency room.

Maybe, he really has a way, Cheng Daxian, this guy is full of mystery.

Yang Song looked disdainful, you bastard, I want to see how you can save him?
Shui Chen Sheng's heartbeat has stopped, even if you are the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, so what.

Yang Shan also looked like he was watching the show, sitting on the bench, thinking that the scene of Cheng Sheng kneeling on the ground begging for mercy must be very interesting.

"Mom, are you awake?"

Shui Muqing sat on the chair, Miao Cuiping couldn't accept the news of Shui Chen Sheng's death earlier, she fainted, and now she woke up.

"Qing'er, your father, hey, what should we do?"

Miao Cuiping's health was not very good, but this Yang Song still spoke so badly that she fainted from anger.

Shui Muqing also had an angry expression on her face. This Yang Song is really not worthy of being a doctor, as Cheng Sheng said.

In the emergency room, there was a dead silence. Shui Chen Sheng was lying on the operating table with a pale face. All the indicators of life had disappeared. There were various instruments around, and the heart rate monitor had tended to a straight line.

Shui Chen Sheng's body was already chilling, his limbs were stiff, his heartbeat had stopped, and his pupils had dilated.

"That's troublesome."

Cheng Sheng scratched his hair, now Shui Chen Sheng didn't even have a heartbeat, the signs of life had completely disappeared, and he could basically be declared dead.

It can be seen that the hospital only performed basic cardiopulmonary resuscitation on Shui Chen Sheng, and Shui Chen Sheng died of heart failure before the operation could be performed.

"Whoosh."

The three silver needles suddenly flew into the air without any restraint, just like a magic trick.

Inherited from the ancestors of Tianting doctors, the thirteen needles of Shenmen reappeared.

The previous treatment for Mu Tianhao was to use this miraculous acupuncture technique, assisted by Qimai technique, to stimulate the acupoints all over the body, thereby alleviating Mu Tianhao's heart disease.

"Qimai technique, start."

Cheng Sheng let out a low cry, and the three silver needles were drawn by the Qimai technique, dancing in the air like pear blossoms. If there is a Chinese medicine doctor here, he will be amazed. Using Qi to control the needles is an extremely high state, very Decades of skill is unobtainable.

Then, seeing the three silver needles turn into white awns, they pierced into Shui Chen Sheng's big acupuncture points all over his body.

"rise."

With a low drink, the silver needle inserted in Shui Chen Sheng's acupuncture point trembled, making a low sound, like a low moan, like a whisper.

"Still not working?"

Cheng Sheng's forehead was drenched with sweat. Even though he had become a human being and even mastered the power of immortality, it still took a lot of energy to use the thirteen needles of Shenmen.

After all, it is a secret technique produced by the Heavenly Court, and it is really extraordinary. This kind of power is not something that the mortal world can possess.

The trembling of the silver needle continued, as if it had become spiritual, and the trembling sound echoed in the emergency room.

The next moment, Cheng Sheng yelled, turned his hand over and typed out a seal formula. With the seal formula, the green fairy power entered into the silver needles, and the three silver needles shone brightly, which was amazing.

Shenmen Thirteen Needles is worthy of being something from the Heavenly Court. Even though Shui Chen Sheng has lost his heartbeat, with the stimulation of the silver needles, his body gradually warmed up. This is not a flashback, but the mystery of the acupuncture.

"Damn it, the Thirteen Needles of Shenmen is still at the elementary level. If you want to advance, you must at least reach the level of Immortal to exchange for the full version of Thirteen Needles of Shenmen."

Cheng Sheng gritted his teeth and gave it a try, now he had to give it a try. According to the current inheritance, it is not a problem to use Shenmen Thirteen Needles to treat difficult and miscellaneous diseases, but if it is to bring the dead back to life, it is still a bit short.

"Xianli, get up."

Suddenly, the three silver needles trembled crazily, this time the tremor was stronger than before, and even made a sharp sound, just like the sound of a Boeing plane passing through the airflow, which stimulated people's eardrums to hurt.

The various instruments around were affected by the sharp sound, and the glass screen instantly shattered, bursting out with ripples of lotus flowers. One can imagine how tyrannical this silver needle blessed by immortal power is.

The power of a fairy is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Ah, what's going on, what's going on inside, why is there such a piercing sound."

"Hiss, the pain is killing me, my ears are going deaf."

The people outside exclaimed and quickly covered their ears, the sound was too penetrating.

"This, this is using qi to control the needle, but how can there be such a loud vibration, it's impossible, even if you are a master of Chinese medicine, it's just making the silver needle beep."

"This, who is this expert, who is actually performing such a mysterious technique?"

Seeing that the old man next to him admired him so much, Yang Song cursed secretly.

This old man is an expert in the hospital. He majored in Chinese medicine and has been practicing medicine for decades. He pays attention to physical conditioning and is also a famous doctor.

It's just that people now pay attention to Western medicine and despise Chinese medicine, so Yang Song's name overshadows this old man.

"Hmph, so what if you know Chinese medicine, Shui Chen Sheng's heartbeat is gone, can you still bring him back to life?" Yang Song was relieved, he didn't think Cheng Sheng had the ability to bring the dead back to life.

Rescue the interior.

"Success or failure depends on one action. Damn it, I don't believe it anymore." Cheng Sheng gritted his teeth, and used his immortal power to forcibly stimulate Shui Chen Sheng's heart, making his heart beat again. Although the possibility of success is very small, it is only possible Give it a go.

"Ho, ho." Shui Chen Sheng's throat made a sound, and then his body shook, his eyelids opened suddenly, and even his heart resumed beating.

"It worked, did it succeed?" Cheng Sheng was overjoyed.

But soon, the heart rate graph continued to turn into a straight line, Shui Chen Sheng's eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and the arm he had just raised lowered again.

"Damn it, it still failed." Cheng Sheng cursed secretly.

(End of this chapter)