Indeed, now Suk has entered the real stage of tackling difficulties,

"what's the matter with Suk?" Zhang Junde suddenly got up from his chair, saw Suk's pale face, and was so shocked that he went straight over.

He found that Zhang Junde had no other abnormality, and Deng Xiaotian didn't say much. He went to the sofa and grabbed Suk's wrist. Suddenly, his internal Qi slowly injected into Suk's body.

The strength of the twelve sections of Taoist brocade disappeared, as if it had never appeared before. His body was empty. What made him sweat was that Suk's breathing was very weak, his heart rate became very slow, and his pulse was strong.

"No, take him to the hospital quickly!"

In Deng Xiaotian's opinion, Suk's state at the moment is very dangerous. His heart, breath, pulse and three vital signs are on the verge of stagnation. He reaches for Suk and turns to the scholar: "go and drive!"

All of a sudden, Deng Xiaotian's performance shocked everyone, especially Wan Qihong. In an instant, she was in a whirl, and even tears would burst out of her eyes the next second.

"Ah?" Zhang Junde did not expect such a thing at all. After all, it was because Suk treated himself that Suk became like this: "Xiao Rui, fight 120! Call an ambulance

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