Su Yao said calmly: "If you keep talking nonsense, Bai Yiran will definitely die within half an hour."
As soon as the words fell, the room became quiet.
Mu Qingyu's eyes turned cold: "Do you know what you are saying?"
Bai Lingxi gritted her teeth and questioned, "Director Su, I didn't expect you to speak so recklessly! My brother is just weak, how could he..."
Before he could finish his words, Bai Yiran suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staining Bai Lingxi's robe red, leaving it stained with blood. She froze in place.
Bai Yiran's face turned pale as paper and he fainted instantly.
This scene shocked the whole audience.
Mu Qingyu murmured: "Impossible... Impossible... My pulse diagnosis cannot be wrong..."
Su Yao glanced at everyone indifferently: "Everyone get out. I want to save people."
Bai Lingxi was still in shock and gritted her teeth: "I want to stay!"
Mu Qingyu also came back to her senses: "I want to stay too. I want to see with my own eyes... what went wrong."
Zi Mou was too lazy to pay attention to them. He had already taken out a Guiyuan Pill from the Jiulian Jade Bone Ring, held it in his palm, and pushed it gently. The Guiyuan Pill shone brightly, stabilizing Bai Yiran's scattered soul.
The next moment, the twenty-six ghost gate needles flew out from the ring.
The silver needle pierced the air, shining with a cold light.
Su Yao remained silent. He raised his hand and the silver needles landed on Bai Yiran's ten fingers, accurately piercing his meridians.
As the silver needle pierced the fingertip, dark purple poisonous blood slowly seeped out.
Qingcheng stood aside, protecting himself with spiritual power. The Nine-Turn Golden Furnace appeared in the air and swallowed all the poisonous blood that flowed out.
The peerless beauty was as calm as an iceberg, the silver needles danced like lightning, the ten fingers fell and entered the Qi Hai meridian, forcing out the two strange poisons that had penetrated into the eight extraordinary meridians one by one like peeling off silk threads from an onion.
However, this is just the beginning.
She moved her fingertips, and the twenty-six ghost needles emitted a cold light, turning into a silver lightning bolt, which instantly pierced into the Tanzhong point on Bai Yiran's chest, and the silver light disappeared deep into the skin.
In an instant, the silver needle seemed to turn into countless tiny needle threads, flowing along the heart meridian and penetrating the soul sea.
Deep in Bai Yiran's soul, the poisonous gas that had been accumulated for many years was like a poisonous dragon awakening, surging and roaring. The poisonous breath was entangled with his soul, trying to corrode and devour his spiritual consciousness.
Su Yao looked calm, his ten fingers flying, guiding the silver needle to shuttle through Bai Yiran's soul sea, piercing the deepest places of the poison with incredible precision.
With each needle strike, Bai Yiran's body trembled violently. The poisonous gas was forcibly stripped away under the guidance of the silver needles, converging along the spiritual veins to the dantian. The Nine Revolutions Golden Furnace in the air suddenly lit up, golden fire blazing wildly, emitting poisonous breath.
She attacked again, and the second array of needles fell.
The silver needle passed through the Danzhong point and then split into dozens of silver threads, winding down and directly into the internal organs.
The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, every part of the body was forced to peel off inch by inch after year of poisonous blood, and black poisonous threads struggled out of the blood vessels like vines.
Bai Yiran's brows were tightly furrowed, his face was twisted with pain, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead.
Su Yao seemed not to see it, his expression was as calm as ice, and every needle in his hand was as steady as a rock, landing exactly on the most fatal spot, guiding the poisonous blood that corroded the bone marrow to his fingertips.
The fingertips broke again, and dark purple poisonous blood flowed out. The golden furnace opened and swallowed it, and the Samadhi True Fire burned fiercely, refining it into a bunch of thick black poison pills as thick as ink.
The air was filled with a pungent, fishy, and sweet smell that was nauseating.
Mu Qingyu stared at all this, her breathing slowing down unconsciously.
She prided herself on her superb medical skills and had witnessed life and death cases, but at this moment, facing Su Yao's effortless and superb acupuncture skills, she felt a shock and awe she had never felt before.
That is the skill of a ghost doctor that transcends the skills of ordinary people. It is like a forbidden medical method lost in ancient times, cold, precise, deadly and life-saving.
Mu Zichen stood aside, his eyes gloomy and his emotions unclear.
He has always been proud and aloof, but at this moment, he couldn't take his eyes off her.
That blue dress is like the moon, and those eyes are like the abyss of a cold pond.
Su Yao was calm and powerful, as if everything in the world was just a chess piece in his hand.
A stick of incense passed.
Bai Yiran's breathing gradually became steady, and his complexion turned from pale to blood red.
She then put away the needles, and the twenty-six ghost gate needles returned to the jade bone ring, and the golden furnace was slowly closed.
Su Yao flicked his sleeves and withdrew his momentum. His whole aura was like a sword in its sheath, cold and restrained.
She said indifferently, "The demon poison has been cleared, but the strange poison has not yet been eliminated. You need to rest for three months. Don't get angry or use your spiritual power recklessly, otherwise the poison will take effect and you will die."
His tone was so calm as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.
Mu Qingyu gritted her teeth and finally spoke in a low voice: "Director Su, I am convinced by what happened today."
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