Chapter 989

"What do you mean?"

Without waiting for Duanmu ya to open his mouth, Luo jiuchen stared at the man with cold eyes like cold waves and smoke, "do you suspect that we deliberately hurt your Lord?"

"Subordinate, subordinate doesn't mean that."

The subordinate, Nuo Nuo, spoke twice, with a look of daring to be angry but not to speak, "but, I, our Lord, have never tried this look before. In the past, cardiac arrest was only a moment at most, and it will never be like this."

Falling nine dust still wanted to speak. Duanmu yawang stretched out his hand to stop him, turned his eyes and looked at the man, "if I guessed correctly, the number of times your Lord's heart stopped beating should be increasing day by day, right?"

His men nodded, "yes."

"The heart stops beating longer and longer, right?"

"... yes."

The man bit his teeth and argued, "but in the past, there was no more time than today!"

Duanmu yawang sneered: "you mean, it's my medicine?"

"Subordinates dare not."

"Dare not, this will not make a final conclusion for the time being." Duanmu yawang said faintly. Before that man could speak, he turned his eyes and looked at Zhong Qishan with purple lips, "or do you really want to continue to argue with me now instead of rescuing your patriarch?"

"Lord... Is there any salvation?"

"Why not?"

As soon as he heard this, he immediately knelt down, "my subordinates are wrong. Please don't worry about Miss Duanmu and save our Lord!"

Duanmu yawang didn't answer. He stretched out his hand and pressed it in the heart of Zhong Qishan. He didn't know what he felt. He frowned slightly. Then he took off the heaven and earth bag around his waist and took out three bags of silver needles of different lengths.

"Mr. Luo, I need three pots."

"No problem."

Falling nine dust answered and immediately went out to get the basin.

Duanmu yawang took out the silver needle and took out all kinds of potions from the heaven and earth bag.

When she was doing this, Zhong Qishan's men stared at one side without blinking. Duanmu looked like a smile, "Why are you staring so tightly? I'm afraid I'll kill your Lord on the spot?"

"No, No."

"Hum!"

Duanmu yawang snorted and took out a long plastic pipe from the heaven and earth bag. She said to one of her men, "help me hold your Lord's jaw."

Although they didn't know what she was going to do, Duanmu yawang was annoyed by them just now. For fear that she was really angry, they obediently did it.

After the man pinched Zhong Qishan's jaw, Zhong Qishan's mouth opened slightly. Duanmu yawang inserted one end of the pipe into his throat, and handed the other end to another man of Zhong Qishan, "take it and blow it inside."

"Ah?"

The man looked at the pipe in Zhong Qishan's throat and at Zhong Qishan's face. He almost wanted to vomit.

"Don't you care about your patriarch just now? Now it's just for you to blow the pipe. Did you call you mouth to mouth artificial respiration? What's your nausea?"

"Yes."

The man didn't dare to disagree. He held his breath, wrinkled his face and blew into the pipe like a punishment.

When he blew, Duanmu yawang observed Zhong Qishan's throat and chest on one side. "The breath is too big. Take a smaller breath. The breath can't be blown too fast. Take your time."

"Vomit ~"

If Zhong Qishan's body is dirty and smelly, his body is only more smelly than the outside. Every time his hand blows a breath, Zhong Qishan's throat will give him a mouthful of turbid gas ten times more smelly than his external pus.

He endured a few times, but he couldn't help it. He threw the tube in his hand, covered his mouth and vomited out with nausea!

Duanmuya glanced at him and looked at another man: "the next one continues to blow."

"Yes."

The other men standing on the side did not dare to disobey Duanmu yawang's words and used to pinch the pipe to blow.

Not many people could resist the stench. The second one blew a few mouthfuls and vomited out of the door. He could only come up by the third person.

All of Zhong Qishan's men almost blew the pipe, and some even took a second turn.

Those men suffer unspeakably, but they know they have to do it. The pain for the time being is nothing. They are more afraid that Zhong Qishan will die. If he dies, they will not be better in the future without the shelter of jinwuzong.

After a quarter of an hour, Luo jiuchen had already brought three pots. Duanmu yawang put three kinds of silver needles in the pots, and then paid attention to the deployment of potions to soak the silver needles.

While soaking the silver needle, she observed Zhong Qishan's throat and heart. She didn't know that she saw Zhong Qishan's Adam's apple swallow for a moment. She said, "OK, stop!"

Her words were the sound of nature for Zhong Qishan's men. They sat on the ground and didn't even want to move.

However, they still wanted to know: "Miss Duanmu, the patriarch's heart began to beat?"

"When did I say his heart began to beat?"

"Then..."

"Don't disturb me."

Duanmu Ya looked at the silver needles in the basin, looked at the three silver needles dyed with different colors, seemed to be estimating something, and said impatiently.

Zhong Qishan's men can only shut up when they see this.

Duanmu yawang waited a little longer. Seeing that the colors of the three silver needles were almost the same, he took out the shortest silver needle from the basin and directly inserted it into the heart of Zhongqi mountain!

A dozen short silver needles were inserted around the heart.

Then she took out the longest silver needle and inserted it directly above the flesh of her heart.

This plug, more than 20.

After inserting the long and short silver needles, she reached out and pressed the artery of Zhong Qishan twice, and then stretched out two fingers to feel it among others. Then she began to take out the medium and long silver needles.

Yan Huiyin, with sharp eyes, seemed relieved to see Duanmu yawang's fingers probe among the people of Zhongqi mountain and asked, "xiaoyawang, the situation has improved?"

"Yes."

Duanmuya looked and nodded, "I can be a little angry."

Then she began to insert the medium long silver needle.

However, this kind of silver needle was not inserted in the heart of Zhong Qishan. She gently screwed two into Zhong Qishan's forehead, inserted several needles on the edge of her throat, and then inserted all the rest into his abdomen.

As soon as the silver needles were inserted, Zhong Qishan frowned, and then his face began to twitch violently.

Duanmuya saw this. When the silver needles about to be inserted into his forehead and throat were taken off, Zhong Qishan's breath began to rush, and his throat gave off a hoarse low sound.

It sounds extremely painful.

However, he did not open his eyes.