Yun Qiao looked at the medicine box she had placed beside him and asked, "Does Lianqi have any injections?"
"No." Jiang Ling shook her head. "I don't know how to give injections, and I don't even know how to do it, so I'm not prepared."
Yun Qiao nodded. "Okay, I understand. Without injections, the only option is bloodletting to reduce the fever."
There happened to be a pair of silver needles in the medical kit, so Yun Qiao took them and used them.
She asked Jiang Ling and Wei Xing to help Qi Chunhui up. She first disinfected the silver needle with alcohol, then pinched Qi Chunhui's finger and began to acupuncture and bleed her.
This time, Yun Qiao did not pierce the Ten Xuan acupoints, but chose to pierce the Twelve Jing acupoints, namely the twelve acupoints on both hands [Shaoshang, Shangyang, Zhongchong, Guanchong, Shaochong, Shaoze].
Compared with the Shixuan acupoints located between the fingers, although the fever-reducing effect of the Shierjing acupoints is the same, the pain of acupuncture will be stronger because of their higher location.
This is Yun Qiao's own selfish desire.
She admitted that she just wanted Qi Chunhui to suffer more.
The pain is felt through the fingers and the heart.
As soon as Yun Qiao gave the injection, Qi Chunhui began to frown.
After the third injection, Qi Chunhui, who was originally unconscious, opened his eyes due to the pain.
She was immediately awakened by the pain.
Qi Chunhui opened his eyes and saw Yun Qiao pricking his finger with a silver needle. He quickly drew his hand back in fear: "What are you doing?"
Yun Qiao was concentrating on acupuncture and didn't notice that she suddenly woke up. He was not paying attention and let her pull her hand back.
She was displeased at being interrupted during the acupuncture session, and subconsciously frowned and yelled, "Don't move, it's not finished yet."
"What's so fierce about that?" Qi Chunhui glanced at his pierced finger, which was bleeding profusely. His eyes were red with anger, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Ye Yunqiao, why did you prick my finger with such a long needle? Are you trying to kill me?"
"Qi Chunhui, how can you talk like that?" Jiang Ling scolded her harshly, "Be polite and apologize to Comrade Ye! She saved your life!"
Qi Chunhui didn't believe it at all. She wanted to cry, but because of the high fever and dehydration, she couldn't even shed tears.
"She saved my life? How is that possible! She looked like she wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to kill me!"
Yun Qiao's lips curled up in a sarcastic arc.
See, she was right.
As soon as Qi Chunhui woke up, he would suspect that she was taking revenge for personal gain.
This person has a bad heart, so he thinks that everyone in the world has a bad heart.
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