Chapter 2412： save your life

Pingping's injury was too serious, Ye Mingcheng was not sure, and gave the venue to Ye Qingqing. He knew that his medical skills were not as good as his daughter's.

Ye Qingqing didn't dare to delay. Pingping's breathing is very weak now, intermittently, and if she doesn't rescue it, I'm afraid it will be gone. She broke the life-sustaining pill in half and fed it to Pingping, and then used the soul-chasing golden needle, a series of actions As the clouds flowed, everyone only saw a golden light in front of them, but they didn't see how Ye Qingqing was moving.

I had only heard of Ye Qingqing's excellent medical skills before, but I seldom saw her operate it with my own eyes.

"Qingqing... how is my family Pingping?" Grandma Pingping asked worriedly.

"It's hard to say now, I'll try my best."

Ye Qingqing didn't dare to guarantee that Pingping's situation was very critical. If she went to the hospital for rescue, she would definitely die. When it comes to hanging her life, she dared to say second, and no one should dare to call first.

She is blessed with the Soul Chasing Gold Needle and the Life-Continuing Pill. As long as she has a breath, she can basically protect her heart, but the hospital may not be able to do it.

Grandma Pingping swayed and almost fell to the ground, but was supported by Grandpa Pingping. When such a big thing happened, how could they explain to their son and daughter-in-law!

"Mom Pingping, don't worry, Qingqing will definitely be rescued. I think Pingping is in much better spirits now. It's scary just now."

"Yes, my breathing is smoother, much better than before. Qingqing is indeed a genius doctor, Pingping will definitely be fine."

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The neighbors comforted the old couple with a lot of talk. They were full of confidence in Ye Qingqing, and Pingping’s grandparents were relieved. Seeing that the grandson’s condition was indeed much better than before, they could not help but bow to the sky a few times, asking the Bodhisattva to bless the grandson and survive the danger. .

Ye Qingqing checked the flat wound, and the back of her head seemed to hit something sharp, so the bleeding couldn't stop, but the most deadly thing was suffocation. She speculated that the murderer pushed the child first and saw that the child was bleeding, and then simply stopped. Doing endlessly, trying to strangle the child.

It may be because the murderer's conscience found out that he pulled his hand away later, or it may be because someone was afraid of being exposed in the past, but fortunately he pulled his hand away, and Pingping only breathed a sigh of relief.

After pulling out the golden needle, Ping Ping's breathing became more stable, Ye Qingqing checked her pulse, and then she felt relieved, got up and said, "My life is fine, but I have to go to the hospital for a detailed examination, Ping Ping's brain is hypoxic, and there may be damage. …”

The eyes of the old couple were dark, and they almost fell together. They were supported by the people around them. Grandma Pingping wiped her tears and asked, "Will my grandson become stupid?"

How smart her grandson is, if she becomes a fool, how will she live in the future?

"It's hard to say right now. We won't know until we check it out. Did you call an ambulance?"

"It's already called, it should be coming soon, oh... whoever killed Qiandao did this!" Everyone was indignant and hated the murderer.

The ambulance came quickly and took Pingping to the hospital. Grandpa and grandma followed along, and a few neighbors also followed, fearing that the old couple would be too old.

The rest of the neighborhood refused to leave, and talked about the process of discovering Ping Ping.

"Just for a while, Pingping quarreled with his grandma, saying that he was going to buy ice cream to eat. The child had a cold, but Grandma Pingping didn't want it, and Pingping was not happy anymore. He went to the other side to play by himself, and Grandma Pingping didn't feel relieved. I don't know what happened at this moment, sigh..."

Ye Qingqing frowned, who is the murderer?

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