After hearing this, the baby nodded and shook his head.
Seeing He Siming's heart pounding.
Zhang Yanyan and the other three also swallowed hard.
"Wait, I'll give it a try."
Lin Qingqing came back with the baby, took out a set of silver needles, and returned to the awning.
Look at He Siming's pale face.
Smiling, he said, "I'll give you a few injections to see if the poison has penetrated your lungs. If the situation isn't serious, it's probably just surface poisoning."
The baby blinked and watched Lin Qingqing open the needle bag.
"Okay, Qingqing, thank you for your help."
He Siming was almost crying.
Now he was convinced that he had been poisoned.
Because he remembered that a month before school started, he went hunting alone in the mountains and got his palm scratched by a thorny green plant. He didn't pay much attention to it at the time and just wrapped it up with a rag.
The wound on the back of the palm healed and there was nothing abnormal.
He put it out of his mind.
At that time, the mountains were covered with snow up to the height of the calves, and green leafy plants could hardly grow. The grass that had injured his hand was emerald green, and the thorns on its leaves were very hard.
"No, sit here."
Lin Qingqing disinfected the silver needle and pointed to the stone bench where she had lived before.
He Siming hurriedly stood up, walked over quickly and sat down obediently.
Hong Yaming and the other three watched nervously as Lin Qingqing deftly picked up a silver needle and inserted it into He Siming's head.
Almost buried in the roots.
Even medical students felt some pain.
He Siming was completely unconscious.
The baby raised his head curiously to watch Lin Qingqing's every move.
Soon, five silver needles fell on He Siming's body, pinned on the top of his head, chest, back and calves.
"Just wait two minutes."
Zhang Yanyan asked again: "Qingqing, if He Siming is poisoned, can he be cured?"
Lin Qingqing glanced at He Siming.
He said lightly: "No one will die."
He Siming: "..."
Hong Yaming laughed out loud when he heard this: "I didn't expect Lin Qingqing to be so joking. I guess He Siming's poisoning isn't a big deal."
Lin Qingqing did not transplant herbal knowledge into herself. She only had some general herbal medicine knowledge in her mind. There was no poisonous herb in her seal that could turn a person's whole body black.
Two difficult minutes passed.
Lin Qingqing immediately pulled out the needle.
He Siming now only prayed that the poison did not enter his lungs.
If even his internal organs were poisoned, he would be in great danger.
Lin Qingqing pulled out the silver needle from the top of her head, picked it up and took a look. There was no poison in her brain, but there was a black mark on the tail of the silver needle, which meant that the surface of her skin was poisonous.
"No brain."
She said something to reassure everyone, and then went on to remove the two silver needles from her chest.
"The heart and lungs are not strong."
"The spleen and kidneys are not healthy."
"The meridians are non-toxic."
Lin Qingqing pulled out all the silver needles from He Siming's body, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
He Siming's back was already soaked with sweat.
He is the only son in the family, with four older sisters and a younger sister.
If he were to go out, his parents would definitely not want to live.
"Your poison is all on the surface of your skin."
Lin Qingqing placed five silver needles into an iron plate and pushed it to the middle of the table.
The five people stretched their heads to look at the iron plate.
The baby stood on tiptoe, grabbing the edge of the table with her hands. Lin Qingqing picked her up with a smile.
Seven heads gathered in the middle of the table, and they could clearly see a circle of black marks at the end of each silver needle, which was a sign of poison.
“It’s true.”
Hong Yaming said in surprise.
"Then is He Siming out of danger?" Zhang Yanyan asked.
Lin Qingqing nodded: "Just remove the toxins on the surface of the skin, but we can't delay it, otherwise it will invade the lungs at any time."
He Siming's anger rose again.
The baby nodded vigorously.
He said the word "die".
He Siming almost cried.
"Then can I go to the hospital and get cured?"
I have never heard of Western medicine being so effective in removing toxins.
"Do you remember why you were poisoned?" Lin Qingqing asked.
He Siming nodded slightly and was about to describe the plant's appearance when Lin Qingqing interrupted him: "Get some paper and pen and draw it for you."
"Okay, okay."
He Siming hurriedly opened his schoolbag, took out a pen and paper and started drawing.
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