Chapter 884： Call an ambulance! (2/2)
As the most sensitive person among these people, Deng Xiaotian was already very worried about Su Ke's state. He even had an impulse to help Su Ke, but now he has nothing to do. Although he is also in the same spirit, he is not Su Ke's ”Taoist Twelve Duan Jin” is very different. If he shot it by himself, I'm afraid it would help.
Seeing Su Ke's body has begun to crumble, but his arms are still straight without a trace of trembling, and the evaluation of the boy in his heart keeps rising. Without great perseverance, this would not be possible anyway.
Finally, the silver needle that Su Ke has been holding slowly moved, and began to lift the needle gently, retract the needle, slowly opened his eyes, his face was pale and bloodless, like a piece of gold paper, turned his head and looked Deng Xiaotian: ”Uncle Tian! Help me close the needle!”
After Su Ke said this sentence, his feet softened instantly, and he fell down with his eyes.
Deng Xiaotian has been carefully watching Su Ke, seeing that he suddenly fell down and stepped forward quickly, moving quickly, already holding Su Ke in a blink of an eye.
Seeing Su Ke in his arms fainted, the sweat on his body even passed through the wet piece of his clothes, directly holding him to the sofa on the side.
Zhang Junde seemed to know nothing about the external changes. He sat in a chair securely, Deng Xiaotian looked at the nine silver needles on his head, took a deep breath, thinking that since Su Ke said to himself, he should have no What a special method, the two hands are like chicks pecking rice, quickly take the needle.
All the nine needles were collected, and they were placed in the needle box on the side of the table. After looking at Su Ke lying on the sofa, Deng Xiaotian whispered, ”Zhang Lao! How do you feel now?”
Wan Qihong was the one who most concerned Su Ke. When she saw Su Ke suddenly fainted, she felt a sudden pain, and ran to his side, for fear that something would happen to him.
”Hoo!” Zhang Junde exhaled slowly, and then opened his eyes, as if he had a dream, with the illusion of another generation, looking at Deng Xiaotian, who was waiting for a while, and looked at the granddaughter who ran over, and finally Su Ke, whose eyes fell on the side of the sofa, finally thought of what happened before.
”What's wrong with Su Ke?” Zhang Junde suddenly got up from the chair and saw Su Ke's face was pale, unconscious, and frightened, he walked directly.
It was found that Zhang Junde had no other abnormalities. Deng Xiaotian didn't say much, walked to the sofa, grabbed Su Ke's wrist, and suddenly the inner gas slowly injected into Su Ke.
The strength of the ”Taoist Twelve Duanjin” vanished, as if it had never appeared before. His body was empty, which made him sweat. Su Ke's breathing is very weak now, and the frequency of heartbeat has become extremely extreme. Slow and weak.
”No, hurry him to the hospital!”
Su Ke's state at this moment is very dangerous to Deng Xiaotian. Heartbeat, breathing, pulse, and three vital signs are on the verge of stagnation. He reaches for Su Ke, turns his head, and looks at the scholar: ”Go and drive!”
Deng Xiaotian's performance made all of them startled, especially Wan Qihong, who turned around in an instant, even tears coming out in the next second.
”Ah?” Zhang Junde did not expect such a thing to happen. After all, Su Ke was like this because he healed himself: ”Xiao Rui, hit 120! Call an ambulance!”