"Get out of the way!"
Song Jinshu hurried forward.
First press the fatal point on the top of Mr. Yan’s head.
"You are messing around!"
Doctor Bai's eyes widened.
Who would press someone’s weak point?
"Shut up!"
Yan Mosheng scolded in a low voice.
Song Jinshu turned a deaf ear.
She even increased the pressure.
"well!"
Doctor Bai sighed.
Yan Wanting's eyes flickered, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.
But it's strange.
Less than a minute.
The old man actually stopped vomiting blood.
But his breathing was still weak.
"Where's the needle?"
Song Jinshu asked again.
"Needle, here comes the needle."
Xiao Liu was panting.
Song Jinshu quickly took it.
She signaled Yan Mosheng to take over and continue pressing the vital point.
She held the embroidery needle in one hand and held open Mr. Yan's eyelids with the other.
Insert the embroidery needle directly into it.
"ah!"
Yan Zheng was shocked.
I couldn't help but scream.
Yan Mosheng said nothing and had his mouth blocked.
“￥%……&*”
Yan Zheng felt very aggrieved.
Yan Wanting shook his head at his son.
Everyone's eyes finally fell on Song Jinshu.
Song Jinshu was using the ghost fishing Gu carefully.
She twisted the energy of merit into thin threads and input them bit by bit along the embroidery needle.
Gui Gu was cunning and tried several times.
Song Jinshu was not in a hurry either.
Just be careful to deepen the energy of merit.
The ghost Gu finally couldn't help it and bit the needle.
Song Jinshu has quick eyes and quick hands.
Quickly pick out the ghost Gu.
"It's all right now."
After a moment, Mr. Yan slowly opened his eyes.
Seeing a bunch of people standing in the lounge, his brows furrowed.
"Aren't you holding an engagement party?
What are you all doing here?"
Yan Zheng finally broke free from the gag, rushed forward in two steps, hugged Old Man Yan's thigh and started to complain.
“They’re all Song Jinshu!
The thing she brought here almost killed grandpa!
How can this unlucky star have good fortune in his horoscope?
The punishment is almost the same!"
Song Jinshu did not defend himself either.
Just bow deeply to the old man.
Seeing this, Yan Zheng was so proud that he almost flew to the sky.
A hint of joy also flashed in Yan Wanting's eyes.
But the old man glared at me and smiled.
"Do you think I, an old man, am such a person who can't tell right from wrong?!"
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