The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

Putting his hand quickly on the woman's wrist and checking her pulse, Chu Heng opened some wounds on her body again, with a slightly dignified expression.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhiruo on the side asked anxiously, "Master Chu, what happened to my Master Zhao?"

"It's very serious. Internal injuries are nothing. It's not a troublesome thing. The key is the toxin, which dissolves when it sees blood. Up to now, the toxin has flowed all over the body and invaded the internal organs together with the internal injury. Now the teacher is leaning on the back The inner strength of the body prevents those toxins from invading the heart veins, but it can't last long."

Hearing Chu Heng's words, Zhou Zhiruo and the Emei disciples let out a soft cry, with sadness on their faces.

On the other hand, the person involved, Zhao Nanling, looked indifferent, as if those who encountered this kind of thing were not themselves, but others.

"You are Chu Heng! Yes, you are young and have strong medical skills. You are right. The poor nun is well aware of his body. Maybe this time, it is really doomed." Zhao Nanling sighed.

At Chu Heng's age, Zhao Nanling was surprised to be able to find out his own problems so quickly.

As for the cure, Zhao Nanling didn't even think about it.

"Young Master Chu, is there no other way? As long as I can save Master Zhao, Zhiruo will be willing to ask any request." Zhou Zhiruo asked while tugging at Chu Heng's sleeve.

But Chu Heng didn't speak, but frowned and thought.

In the eyes of Zhou Zhiruo and the others, this appearance also caused a trace of despair to surge up in their hearts, and they immediately choked up holding the surname Zhao Nanling.

It was also at this time that Chu Heng opened his eyes, looked at this scene, and slapped his face in embarrassment, "Well, although it is serious, I didn't say it couldn't be saved! Why are you crying?"

After one sentence, both Zhou Zhiruo and the poisoned Zhao Nanling looked at Chu Heng with surprise and surprise.

"Chu, Shaoxia Chu, is what you said true?" Zhao Nanling hesitated for a moment, then asked instead, since his life was at stake, even the address had changed slightly.

After all, no one lives well enough to want to die, and Zhao Nanling is no exception.

Chu Heng nodded lightly and simply said "Yes." After that, the living room was filled with cheers one after another.

Before Chu Heng's expression was solemn, it was not because the situation of the other party was enough to stump him as a master doctor, but because he was analyzing what methods could be used.

After all, Xianfu Town is just a small place, and there are not many precious medicinal materials at all, so Chu Heng can only use some common and common medicinal materials instead to achieve the therapeutic effect. This is why Chu Heng needed to think about it before.

Then he directly told Xiao Zhao the names of a series of medicinal materials, and asked Xiao Zhao to go to the backyard to get them.

After Xiao Zhao took the medicinal materials, Chu Heng didn't dare to delay too much. He put his hands in his arms, and with a movement of his heart, the needle box in the disaster prevention system space appeared in his hands.

Open the needle box, revealing the gold needles among them.

The next moment, Chu Heng's slender hands danced quickly in mid-air, and golden needles shot out one after another on various acupuncture points on Zhao Nanling's body.

When most of the golden needles in the needle box were left on Zhao Nanling's body, Chu Heng's hands were also constantly changing, constantly moving, lifting or gently twisting the various golden needles on his body.

Not long after, a thin layer of sweat began to appear rapidly on Chu Heng's forehead.

Chapter 33 Zhiruo's Softness

Looking at the layer of sweat on Chu Heng's forehead at this time, Zhou Zhiruo and other Emei people all had nervous faces, but they dared not speak, fearing that it would affect Chu Heng. +]

At this moment, the thin layer of sweat on Chu Hen's forehead was not faked.

The toxin on Zhao Nanling's body in front of him can be said to have reached the most dangerous moment, only the heart veins were not completely invaded by the toxin.

Now what Chu Heng needs to do is to use his not so much internal strength to continuously gather all these toxins together through the golden needle as a medium, and then force them out.

In addition, now Chu Heng needs to constantly control the internal force to instill more than [-] golden needles on Zhao Nanling's body, and the instilled internal force is also different, the energy and physical strength consumed in this is beyond the imagination of ordinary people .

Therefore, as the treatment progressed, Chu Heng's complexion gradually turned pale, which was caused by the massive consumption of internal and physical strength. +]

Three quarters of an hour passed, and it was the first time that Zhou Zhiruo and the others understood what it meant to be as pale as paper when they looked at Chu Heng.

And Huang Xuemei and Xiao Zhao who came back from taking the medicine also looked at Chu Heng with great worry, suppressing the impulse in their hearts to stop Chu Heng.

"sword"

It was also at this time that Chu Heng spoke suddenly, and Zhou Zhiruo, who was paying close attention to him, handed the long sword in front of Chu Heng without even thinking about it.

After drawing out the long sword, Chu Heng held the sword directly and made a small cut between Zhao Nanling's ten fingers.

Then he flicked a few golden needles on Zhao Nanling's body.

Immediately, drops of black blood began to drip rapidly from the wound on Zhao Nanling's ten fingers, and a strong stench echoed in the living room. ~)

The black blood between the fingers gradually faded, and finally turned into a normal red.

"System prompt: Successful treatment of level 3 internal injuries will reward 100 skill experience points."

"System prompt: If you successfully treat level 5 poisoning, you will be rewarded with 500 skill experience points."

It was also after hearing the two system prompts that Chu Heng let out a sigh of relief and turned to withdraw the needle.

When she got up, she didn't stand firmly. Seeing this, Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly stepped forward to support Chu Heng, letting him lean into her arms.

"Young Master Chu, are you all right?"

Hearing the soft and slightly nervous voice beside his ear, Chu Heng shook his head, but he didn't move again immediately.

The voice was slightly lower: "The toxins in the teacher's body have been almost cleaned up, Xiao Zhao, now immediately take Xu Lanhua, Zhu Yangcao... to the teacher, and then you and Xuemei will take the other The medicinal materials are boiled into a decoction for the teacher to take."

Hearing this, Xiao Zhao also jumped out of the basket in his hand to give two herbs to the people of Mount Emei, then he and Huang Xuemei took a strange look at Zhou Zhiruo, turned around and went to decoct the medicine.

Not only Xiao Zhao, but the Emei disciples on the side also looked at Chu Heng and Zhou Zhiruo with some surprise.

Not for other reasons, but because the postures and movements of Chu Heng and Zhou Zhiruo are really a bit ambiguous.

Among the many disciples of Emei, although Zhou Zhiruo has only been a direct disciple for less than a year, she is cold and cold. Although she is usually humble, it is always difficult for men to get close to her.