Chapter 475

In the early days of Yinshi, two hours before dawn, Mo Zixian has been sleeping in a daze. He hasn't really sobered up, or even lifted his eyelids. If Xu didn't come to explore his breath from time to time, he looks like a dead man.

Xueer comes in with a teapot, takes a small cup from the table, makes a cup of tea and delivers it to Qi Rongyue: "have a drink, miss."

Qi Rongyue glances at Mo Zixian and turns to take the cup of tea that Xueer handed over. It's just brewed and very hot. She gently scrapes the froth and doesn't drink it. She just holds it steadily and says in a low voice, "go to sleep. You don't need to be here."

Xueer shakes her head: "I don't sleep if you don't!" Her eyes glanced at the bed, and saw Mo Zixian, who was sleeping, suddenly moved, his closed eyes suddenly opened, his eyes were round, his mouth was wide open, his throat made a hoarse and rapid gasp, as if it was very painful.

Xueer cried, "wake up, miss, master mo."

Originally lying on the table drowsy Xu heard Xueer's words and rushed over, pushing Qi Rongyue away with one hand. Suddenly, Qi Rongyue's tea cup was knocked over by her, and the hot tea was poured on Qi Rongyue's back.

The porcelain cup fell to the ground and broke to pieces.

Xueer hurriedly grabs Qi Rongyue's hand and says: "Miss, you are scalded!" When she spoke, she took her eyes to stare at Xu Shi. If it wasn't for her flustered hands and feet, how could the tea cup in Miss's hand overturn?

Qi Rongyue frowned, resisted the pain on the back of his hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm ok. You can ask someone to clean up. Don't cut your foot for a while."

Xueer has gone. She just said to Xu, "get out of the way!"

as like as two peas, her son's hand was not willing to be spared, and her son's face was seen. Her heart was broken. Her father-in-law and her mother-in-law were all alike before death. It was almost the same as if someone had choked their necks and could not breathe.

Is her son going to die, too?

Qi Rongyue said, "if you don't give up, don't blame me for my poor medical skills when your son is dead!"

Xu realized that when her father-in-law and mother-in-law died, there was no Qi Rongyue around her. After all, it was different!

She quickly released her son's hand and hurriedly stepped back.

Be careful qirongyue didn't say it, Xu's foot stepped on the broken porcelain, the pain made him almost sit down.

Fortunately, Qi Rongyue is quick in eyes and hands, and reaches out to hold her. Otherwise, it's not only the sole of the foot that's hurt.

At this time, Xueer and two girls came in and saw this. They rushed to help Xu get away.

Qi Rongyue can't care about the injury on the back of his hand. He sits down beside the bed and clasps Mo Zixian's wrist vein with his fingers. After a few breaths, he withdraws his hand and doesn't return his head: "take the needle."

Xueer quickly arranged the needle bag, helped her lift the thin quilt covering Mo Zixian's body, untied her clothes, and exposed the thin and pale upper body.

The silver needle is rooted one by one, and it is combined with finger pressing and acupoint pressing to dredge the pulse and regulate qi for him, until his heart pulse gradually returns to normal, and then it stops.

"Miss, your hands are bleeding." Xueer sees Mo Zixian's pale chest and abdomen stained with a little blood. She knows that the needle can't bleed. She also thinks of the wound on the hand of the young lady, so she looks at the hand of the young lady. Sure enough, the burned finger joint just kept pressing and kneading the acupoint. The blister broke and the delicate skin was permeated with blood.