They then realized that Xiaoxi was also holding Mr. Mo's hand.

"Brother! Make way! There's still hope for Mr. Mo!"

At this moment, both Dr. Yang and the old Chinese medicine doctor were stunned. "What is this?"

Xiaoxi has already gone to pry open Mr. Mo's eyes.

"Nonsense! Where did this wild girl come from? Get her out!"

The old Chinese medicine doctor was furious. "What kind of occasion is this? Mr. Mo has already left, and you're still causing trouble!" He walked over and slapped Xiaoxi's hand away.

Now even her older brother is pulling Xiaoxi along.

Xiaoxi was extremely anxious. Who was causing all this trouble?

"Brother, you have to believe me, Mr. Mo hasn't left yet!"

Ye Yichen's mind went blank.

Xiaoxi knew that to save Mr. Mo, she had to subdue the old Chinese medicine doctor first; bluffing would only make things worse.

She broke free from her brother's hand and grabbed the old Chinese medicine doctor's arm.

The old Chinese medicine doctor collapsed in shock and disbelief. He knew perfectly well that the numbness in several acupoints on his arm felt like a stroke.

Ye Yichen quickly helped the old Chinese medicine doctor to the sofa next to the hospital bed.

He then heard Xiaoxi say, "Brother, you must believe me. Only I can save Mr. Mo now!"

Xiaoxi now only regrets that she got the medicinal herbs too late; if she had gotten them earlier, she could have refined the life-saving pills first.

But that's all we can do for now.

She rummaged through her small bag and found some medicinal herbs.

"Doctor, please bring me a glass of warm water!"

Without thinking much, Dr. Yang quickly poured a glass of warm water.

Xiaoxi sliced ​​some of the selected Chinese herbs and put them in water. Actually, she also added a quarter of the Zengyi Dan (a traditional Chinese medicine formula), but she didn't dare to add too much, as Mr. Mo's body couldn't handle it.

Then Xiaoxi closed her eyes and forcefully poured her spiritual energy into the water.

The water, which was clear just moments ago, has now turned a deep brown color, visible to the naked eye through the glass.

"Doctor, please help pry open Mr. Mo's mouth."

Xiaoxi's voice left no room for argument, and Dr. Yang immediately complied.

Xiaoxi poured all the water into Mr. Mo's mouth, and quite a bit of it spilled out.

"Doctor, please take off Mr. Mo's shirt."

Dr. Yang quickly offered her assistance, and Ye Yichen also came over.

The old Chinese medicine doctor watched helplessly, furious but speechless: "This is outrageous! Mr. Mo is already gone, and he still receives such disrespect."

Xiao Xi pressed her palms together and channeled her spiritual energy into Mr. Mo's heart area. She finally felt a faint heartbeat from Mr. Mo's heart.

She then took out a brocade box from her small bag, opened it, and unfolded a piece of cloth, revealing rows of silver needles inserted into it.

The old Chinese medicine doctor was stunned: Isn't this my family's ancestral silver needle?

Before the old Chinese medicine doctor could recover, Xiaoxi had already started to insert the needle. She was using the ancient acupuncture technique taught to her by her master: the Eighteen Ghost Needles.

Her delicate white hands moved swiftly, picking up silver needles without hesitation. Each needle was fast, accurate, and ruthless, just as the name of the acupuncture technique suggests. When snatching someone from the brink of death, there is no room for even the slightest mistake.

Soon, Mr. Mo hummed in response, his fingers twitched, and he began to breathe.

"That's great! Brother, Mr. Mo has a chance to live!" Xiao Xi exclaimed happily.

"I saw it, Xiaoxi, I saw it!"

Ye Yichen was overjoyed and excitedly tried to hug Xiaoxi, but Xiaoxi quickly stepped back because she still had needles in her hand.

Ye Yichen suddenly realized, his eyes widening: Xiao Xi knows medicine! And it's the profound and extensive traditional Chinese medicine!

He was speechless for a long time.

At this moment, the old Chinese medicine doctor was trembling all over on the sofa, his eyes were wide open, and he was making muffled noises.

His heart cried out: I want to see! I want to see! My God, this is the Eighteen Ghost Needles, an ancient acupuncture technique!

Grandmaster, the silver needles you passed down actually performed a set of eighteen ghost needles. Even you, the venerable master, have never performed this needle technique, have you?

Xiaoxi became focused again; it was time to remove the needle.

Ye Yichen and Dr. Yang dared not utter a sound.

They all forgot about the old Chinese medicine doctor struggling on the sofa next to them.

The old Chinese medicine doctor, with tears streaming down his face, cried out: "Let me go, my little darling! Let me see you too! I was wrong, okay?"