The Cold President's Best Master

When Fang Bingbing, Lin Xiaoyu and Tang Tiantian heard Jiang Xueqing say this, their beautiful faces all showed a nervous look. They nodded to Jiang Xueqing and wanted to hide inside.

At this time, three people came quickly from the other end.

Jiang Xueqing, Fang Bingbing, Lin Xiaoyu and Tang Tiantian were all stunned when they saw the person in charge. Then their beautiful eyes all turned red. He finally came back!

Lu Chong's face became paler and paler, just like white paper.

He walked quickly, but the closer he got to the intensive care unit, the heavier his footsteps became.

Jiang Xueqing saw Lu Chong's dejected appearance. She was heartbroken and burst into tears: "Chong..."

Fang Bingbing, Lin Xiaoyu and Tang Tiantian also love Lu Chong. They all burst into tears: "Chong..."

Lu Chong nodded to them, but he was unable to say anything. He directly pushed open the door of the intensive care unit and strode in.

As soon as he walked in, he saw Wu Qingfang.

Seeing Wu Qingfang's dead body and smiling face, Lu chonghu's eyes turned red. He just felt that his heart was as painful as a knife.

"Lu Chong, you've finally come back!" Li Yuanhua was overjoyed when he saw Lu Chong, but when he felt the heavy sadness on Lu Chong, he advised: "the beauty is dead, I'm sorry for the change..."

He can feel it, because he also lost his wife when he was young, and his mood is as if he were dead.

Seeing this scene, the obese doctor knew that the forgetful friend Li Yuanhua said had arrived, so he said coldly, "this woman is dead. Your family should quickly transfer her body to the morgue. The intensive care unit is not a place to place the body!"

Lu Chong stared at the fat doctor: "she's not dead..."

The fat doctor was stared at by his eyes. He felt like he was stared at by an ancient fierce beast. He was scared out of his wits and his hair stood up. He didn't dare to say anything.

Li Yuanhua said to Lu Chong, "Lu Chong, we have placed 99 Selaginella beside Wu Qingfang according to your instructions! The rest can only depend on yourself!"

Lu Chong saw the Selaginella Selaginella, also known as the nine dead soul returning grass beside Wu Qingfang, nodded to Li Yuanhua: "thank you, Dr. Li!"

After that, everyone else walked out of the ward, leaving only Lu Chong and Wu Qingfang.

Looking at Wu Qingfang's face, Lu Chong remembered every bit of their acquaintance.

All that seemed to have just happened and was still in his mind.

He sat by the bed and stuck Wu Qingfang's jade hand tightly to his face. His eyes were full of sadness. His palm brushed the still cold and charming face, and a strong pain filled his heart, which made him burst into tears.

Everything in the past appeared in his mind. The beautiful Wu Qingfang, the kind Wu Qingfang, the considerate Wu Qingfang, the Wu Qingfang who knows him best, and the infatuated Wu Qingfang

He caresses Wu Qingfang's pale face with tenderness. He loves her infatuation and her stupidity

He leaned down and kissed Wu Qingfang gently on her lips, kissed her cheek and the remaining tears in the corners of her eyes.

His heart hurts, he blames himself more. When she is most helpless and desperate, he is not by her side!

"Qingfang, you are mine. If I live, you will not die... Let alone die..." he pressed down the sadness in his heart, with firmness and determination in his eyes.

He took out the vial from his arms, which contained his painstaking efforts.

Then he took out dozens of gold needles.

Then he put his palm on Wu Qingfang's wrist, closed his eyes and felt Wu Qingfang's vitality.

After a while, his eyes opened with a touch of joy and hope.

He whispered in Wu Qingfang's ear: "Qingfang, your heart has lost its vitality, but the vitality of the acupoints in your body is not broken. I want to condense the vitality of the acupoints in your body and let you be reborn!"

At this time, Lu Chong's eyes were bright and divine, showing strong hope.

He took off all Wu Qingfang's clothes and picked up the dozens of gold needles.

Now, he wants to find meridians, gather body acupoints and reunite vitality. This kind of acupuncture can turn the world against the sky, so every step is very key, and there can be no slightest mistake. Otherwise, Wu Qingfang will die completely and have no way to return to nature!

At this time, Lu Chong's Dragon Qi and aura worked wildly, nourishing each gold needle. Then, Lu Chong looked dignified and slowly stabbed each gold needle into Wu Qingfang's acupoints.

There are 720 acupoints in the human body, including 402 acupoints and 108 key acupoints. There are living acupoints and dead acupoints. There are 72 non lethal acupoints and 36 fatal acupoints.

With so many acupoints, the depth of each acupoint is different, so he is very careful.

With the passage of time, cold sweat slowly appeared on his smooth forehead. More and more cold sweat flowed down and poured into his pupils. His eyes were still sour, but he didn't dare to blink.

An hour has passed!

Two hours have passed!

Three hours have passed!

Four hours have passed!

Time passed quickly, and Lu Chong stabbed the gold needle into Wu Qingfang's acupoint one by one.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was wet with sweat.

This acupuncture technique of finding meridians and aggregating acupoints of the whole body can be called a top technique, which completely exceeds Lu Chong's own limit and overdraw his vitality, making his body shaky and almost faint!

If he hadn't been practicing kung fu every day these days, and had more folk prescriptions to cooperate, he would have improved the Dragon control skill to the Ninth level, otherwise he wouldn't be able to persist today!

It's a miracle in the history of traditional Chinese medicine that Lu Chong did it at the age of 20!

No one would believe the miracle, but it was going on quietly in this ward.

Lu Chong stabbed the last gold needle into Wu Qingfang's 402 acupoints. He couldn't bear it. He fell to the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood.

His face was no longer pale, but earthy gray, like a dead man who had lost his vitality.

But at this time, Lu Chong paid no attention to his great creation of hard work and vitality. His eyes were full of surprises. He succeeded, and finally succeeded!

He struggled to get up from the ground and took out the small bottle full of hard work.

Now there is only the last step, hard work!

His whole body was dark, but his eyes were particularly bright. He slowly stabbed Wu Qingfang's heart with a gold needle, and then slowly dropped his heart blood along the top of the gold needle.