Chapter 670 : Measures?

The man squatted on the ground for a long time before he looked up and said in disbelief, "Are you really going to help me?"

"Of course."

Su Rou came to Qin Kun and whispered, "Do you need my help?"

"Help me take that girl to the hospital. I'm about to board the plane. I don't have much time." Qin kun grabbed Su Rou's hand and squeezed it with a smile, "Don't miss me too much. I'll be back soon."

"Have you squeezed enough?" Su Rou glanced at Qin Kun coquettishly. She was used to this guy walking for ten days and a half months.

"What are you doing! You're sick!"

A piercing voice came into everyone's ears. A young and fashionable woman was stopped by a tall man. No matter where she went, she would be stopped by a man.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, but the master won't let you go. You'd better wait here." Wang Haoran was not angry either. He grinned at the woman, who was 1.9 meters tall and had muscles as strong as steel.

The woman seemed to realize something too. She looked back and her small face almost twisted together.

Damn it, just a little bit, just a little bit, and she could have left this mop!

Su rou had met wang Hao Ran once. She didn't have to guess that she knew it must be Qin Kun's idea...

"This woman and that girl should be together. You can investigate the rest yourself." Qin Kun threw the mess to Su Rou and turned to the man, "Shall we go?"

"I'll lead the way!" The man with glasses said, "Sir, what else do you need? You can tell me. I will try my best to cooperate."

"Okay, then it's troublesome!"

The man dawdled behind Qin Kun, gave him a grateful look, and the three of them walked towards the warehouse under the escort of the special police.

Su Rou looked at Qin Kun's back angrily. When did this scoundrel become so kind?

..."

On the other side, Qin Kun had already brought the man to the storeroom. There were only two cabinets inside, and in the middle was a long leather chair for people to rest on.

"Sir, is this okay?"

"Sure, no matter what sounds you hear, don't come in later, understand?"

The man nodded and made an ok gesture. He could tell that Qin Kun had a special relationship with the policeman, and that Qin Kun was not at all related to the doctor in terms of temperament or dress. But in this man's eyes, what he saw was confidence. Was he really confident that he could cure the patient?

Qin Kun closed the door and the storeroom instantly quieted down. There was only a man's heavy breathing. He did not dare to approach Qin Kun. When he was in Africa, doctors and nurses had been infected and isolated by him. He knew how contagious the disease was.

"Can you really save me?"

"I don't know, but I'm willing to try." Qin Kun had a bag of silver needles in his hand, and it was his first time treating such a patient. If he had met a carrier of the virus a few months ago, he would have gone as far as he could, but now he had 50 % confidence.

Spiritual power could actually cure a terminal illness, and perhaps there was a certain chance of neutralizing the virus in his body.

"Are you chinese medicine?" The man looked up at the silver needle in Qin Kun's hand. Even the best doctors in Africa didn't dare to get too close to him. If he was treated with traditional chinese medicine, he would definitely touch his skin, and the chances of infection would increase.

"Half-hung chinese medicine doctor, take off your clothes."

The man paused and looked at Qin Kun hesitantly for a moment, "Do you want to open the door? Or do something?"

The people outside looked at each other and took off their clothes? Measures??

These two people are really healing, not having any other hobbies?

"Uh-huh..."

A muffled hum reached the ears of a few people, and everyone felt the chrysanthemum tighten. No, really something happened?

The man's head hung down in the storeroom, and drops of brown blood flowed out of his back and limbs, and the air still reeked of stench.

This time, qin kun did not use the traditional acupuncture method, but a set of acupuncture method that Shangguan Lingyue gave him. According to Shangguan Lingyue, this set of acupuncture method was several times stronger than the one in his hand, but it was not very useful to a cultivator, and it could cure ordinary people at most.

Not to mention bringing people back from the dead, but as long as they are not dead, even if there is half a breath left, they can still pull people back from the gates of death.

It was also Qin Kun's first time using this needle technique, but he did not expect to encounter this rare virus.

"I, I can't!" The man was in excruciating pain, his face was pale, and his blood was left on the leather chair, sticky.

"Hold it in, it'll be all right soon!" The silver needle in Qin Kun's hand fell rapidly on several acupuncture points in the man's leg. He was not sure if he could cure the man. In the current situation, the man was already in the stage of detoxification, and the brown blood was the virus in the man's body.

The man clenched his teeth and the blood flowed more and more. His yellowing eyes seemed to have cleared up a lot. The sharp pain in his body had slowly turned into a tickle, which made him want to reach out and scratch.

"Don't move." Qin Kun frowned. The man touched his back and got a lot of blood. These were all the viruses in the man's body. They were extremely contagious. It took him a long time to get rid of the virus.

Ten minutes later, perhaps because there was too much blood, the man was almost exhausted, "Let me die."

"Do you really want to die?" Qin Kun wiped the sweat off his forehead. The virus was so tenacious that every time a needle was injected, it consumed his spiritual energy. In such a short time, his spiritual energy had been used up, and the blood in the man's body had changed from brown to bright red.

"I..." The man tried to say something, but the words reached his mouth and made him swallow them back.

Of course he didn't want to die, but living like this was worse than dying. When he first got infected with the virus, he really thought that he would die like those people all of a sudden.

But he miraculously survived. The doctors in Africa suspected that he had produced antibodies in his body. If they could be used on those patients, it would greatly reduce the death rate.

Some people even broke into his house at night, trying to take his blood for experiments. If he hadn't escaped overnight, he would have died there by now.

What made him even more chilling was that he had already run away, and the other party still refused to let him go. If he was caught, he would probably be sent back, or permanently quarantined, until he died inside!