Ye Qingqing didn't dare waste any time. She had Lu Mo take off all his heavy coat and sweater, then laid him upside down and bounced him around until he vomited a lot of water. Only then did Ye Qingqing begin to administer acupuncture.
She used the Soul-Chasing Golden Needle directly, trying to keep Sang Liangjie alive and snatch him away from the King of Hell.
Not daring to waste a second, Sang Liangjie's chest was covered with golden needles, and Ye Qingqing fed him half a cup of spiritual spring water before she dared to breathe a sigh of relief. But she was still on edge; Sang Liangjie's pulse was too weak.
It's like a thin steel wire that's already broken more than halfway, with only a thin thread still connecting it, and it could snap at any moment.
Only after Ye Qingqing removed the needles did Sang Huaiyuan dare to speak, "How is your...cousin...?"
With a trembling voice and a terrified expression, Sang Huaiyuan didn't even dare to look at his son lying lifeless on the ground, let alone reach out to touch him, afraid that he would touch the coldness of death.
Ye Qingqing forced herself to stay calm and said, "Nothing will happen for now. Let's take my cousin home first. I'll do everything I can to save him."
Sang Huaiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and his senses returned somewhat. "Let's call the police. We must catch the murderer!"
"There was no murderer; it was suicide."
Lu Mo shook his head. There were no signs of a struggle by the pool, Sang Liangjie's clothes were neat and there were no injuries. Moreover, Sang Liangjie's expression was very calm, as if he were asleep, which meant that he jumped into the water voluntarily and was not forced.
Sang Huaiyuan's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with disbelief. But Lu Mo was always composed and wouldn't say anything he wasn't sure of. If he said his son committed suicide, then it was most likely suicide.
“How could it be suicide? How could Liangjie commit suicide…” Sang Huaiyuan muttered to himself, unwilling to accept the truth.
"We can investigate these later. Let's take my cousin home first; it's too cold outside." Ye Qingqing was worried that Lu Mo would catch a cold.
Lu Mo was soaked to the bone. It was the dead of winter, and if she stayed outside in the cold wind, her husband would definitely get sick, and Sang Liangjie couldn't stand it either.
But she also found it strange that Sang Liangjie would commit suicide when he was perfectly fine.
Did he break up with his girlfriend?
They carried the unconscious Sang Liangjie home. When Sun Qiuyun saw her son, who looked like a dead man, she swayed a few times and then fainted. Although the old lady did not faint, her condition was also very bad.
Ye Qingqing was extremely busy, secretly lamenting that this year was truly unlucky. So many unfortunate things happened on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and there would be no good omens for the whole year. "Pah, pah, pah..." Ye Qingqing cursed a few times and then silently recited "good fortune and prosperity" a few times before she felt a little better.
Sun Qiuyun and the old lady were both fine, a few acupuncture needles would do the trick, but they were listless. They could only recover once Sang Liangjie recovered.
“How could he commit suicide? I don’t believe it. Liangjie would never commit suicide… Someone must have framed him. We must find the police and find out the truth!” Sun Qiuyun and Sang Huaiyuan shared the same opinion, convinced that he had been framed.
Lu Mo shared his analysis, and the couple fell silent. After a long while, Sun Qiuyun said sorrowfully, "I still don't believe it, Qingqing, can your cousin still wake up?"
"I will do my best. My cousin is a lucky man, he will definitely be alright." Ye Qingqing was not sure.
But she will do her best.
Ye Qingqing stayed at the Sang family home to treat Sang Liangjie. The first 24 hours were the most critical, and she couldn't be left alone for even a quarter of an hour. Gu Nianci at the hospital also needed someone to take care of her. This year was gloomy and miserable, but fortunately, Lu Mo helped to support her.
A day later, Sang Liangjie was finally out of danger and his pulse stabilized, but he still couldn't wake up.
Yin Yu also learned of this news, but he didn't care at all, and was even a little smug. After being hit by his Soul-Splitting Powder, he would never be able to wake up again!
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