The medical bag made by Su Luo was originally used to draw blood just in case.

Now that the old man is in a hurry to use it, Su Luo will naturally go here first.

Anyway, the little white dragon has a lot of dragon beards, so she can do it again when she looks back.

Su Luo pierced the long needle tip into the old man's blood clot!

"Hiss!" Old Master Huan trembled, gasped, and then slowly opened his eyes, with a little confused in his eyes.

Su Luo smiled faintly at Mr. Huan: "It hurts very much when you get poison. Every moment, it looks like thousands of ants crawling through the wound. It is something that the old man should be able to withstand."

Mr. Huan could indeed bear it, but his forehead kept sweating down.

Su Luo winked at Mrs. Nangong.

Mrs. Nangong was still standing there, and Madam Bai had already taken out a handkerchief and handed it to Mrs. Nangong.

"Oh." Mrs. Nangong reacted and took a veil to wipe her father's sweat.

When Mr. Huan saw Mrs. Nangong, he held her hand and moved his lips, but couldn't speak.

"Father, you will be fine. Look, this is Gong Er's future wife, she is pretty, right? Her medical skills are more beautiful. In her eyes, your injury is drizzling and will be cured in a short while. It's fine." Mrs. Nangong wiped the old man's sweat while showing off Su Luo, while not forgetting to brag.

Su Luo looked at it and smiled bitterly.

Mr. Huan knew that her daughter always said whatever she said, so what she said should be the truth.

Mr. Huan looked at Su Luo carefully and nodded secretly. Indeed, he had beautiful eyebrows and clear eyes. He was a rare and transparent girl, and he was just right for Gong Er.

When the others heard Mrs. Nangong's words, they immediately screamed.

"What?"

"This yellow-haired girl and Gong Er?"

"What are you kidding? What is Gong Er's identity and who is his character?"

"Why are you, a mother, harming your son so much!"

Everyone expressed that they could not accept this matter, so they all criticized Mrs. Nangong.

Mrs. Nangong sneered: "My Gong Er likes me, you have any objections to tell him to go."

Everyone was speechless.

Say to Nangong Liuyun? Everyone doesn’t want to die...

At this moment, Su Luo's needle tube had been inserted into the blood clot on Mr. Huan's waist, and strands of dark purple toxin flowed along the needle tube to the transparent airbag.

Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted.

Huan Pei was a little worried: "When this needle is inserted, will blood be beads seep out? Will it poison the lumbar spine on the edge? Will it...

He asked Su Luo a lot, but Su Luo ignored her at all.

After a palm-sized airbag filled with dark purple poisonous blood, Su Luo pulled the airbag out of the leather tube and replaced it with another airbag to continue to draw.

There are so many poisonous bloods?

The surroundings were very quiet, and everyone's eyes were on Su Luo.

As time goes by, the blood flow rate becomes slower and slower, and the dark purple blood flowing out gradually begins to change and becomes brighter.

"Does this mean that the toxins have been excreted?" Huan Pei asked with concern.

"Far from it." The Miaoying magic needle in Su Luo's hand continuously stimulated Mr. Huan's lumbar cervical meridians. The blood that was originally depleted began to flow out faster again. Everyone thought it was amazing.
Chapter completed!