When Yan Ning walked into the ward, his cell phone rang, and Li Feifei in the ward held the cell phone anxiously.

"Stop fighting, I'll be here." Yan Ning said.

When Li Feifei saw Yan Ning finally appear, she suddenly relaxed her eyebrows: "Where have you been? Why did you come here for so long? Ah! Why are you..."

Yan Ning was dirty at this time, and there were still a lot of blood on his clothes, looking extremely embarrassed.

Yan Ning waved his hand, closed the door, and put the things in his hand aside: "It's hard to describe, how is Uncle Li?"

Li Feifei returned to Li Liguo and said with a sad look: "Your injection has a slight effect. My father coughed a few times just now and coughed up a blood clot. Zhou Ji came again, but he came to ask me to prepare for the funeral."

"Zhou Ji's medical skills may be good, but he can't cure your father's illness," Yan Ning stepped forward and looked at Li Liguo's face. His last soul was already extremely unstable. "Have you done everything I asked you to do?"

Li Feifei quickly took out the medicine box: "As you told me, I found the best Chinese medicine doctor in the city and made your medicine into pills. The old Chinese medicine doctor also said...and said that this was the prescription for Huihun Pill."

Yan Ning raised his eyebrows: "He actually knows the Soul-Returning Pill?"

The Soul Recovery Pill is something recorded in ancient Wumen books. This old Chinese doctor actually knew the Soul Recovery Pill. How could Yan Ning not be surprised?

"Is this really a soul-recovering pill?" Li Feifei was even more surprised.

"What's that old Chinese doctor's name?"

Li Feifei replied: "It seems that my surname is Weng, and I asked someone to find him."

"Let's talk about this later. It's important to resurrect your father first. Give me my silver needle."

Li Feifei handed over the prepared silver needle. Yan Ning took it and nodded with satisfaction. The silver needle prepared by Li Feifei is all made of pure silver. The needle tip is extremely sharp, the needle body is slender and straight, and the needle handle also has threads that are easy to lift, insert and twist.

It seems that this set of acupuncture needles must be expensive. Li Feifei is willing to pay for her to save her father, Yan Ning thought of it.

Nowadays, many clinics use stainless steel acupuncture needles because the silver needle is too soft and easily breaks. But in fact, the acupuncture technique is actually so simple to go straight in and out? Many of the methods recorded in ancient Wumen books must require silver needles to achieve.

With the help of Li Feifei, Yan Ning cut Li Liguo's clothes torn, immersed the silver needle into the black dog blood that had been prepared, and burned it back and forth on the alcohol lamp before carefully stabbing it into Li Liguo's acupoints.

It was the first time that Yan Ning used Wumen acupuncture so seriously, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He was extremely careful with every injection. As long as there was a slight deviation, it might make Li Liguo doomed.

The needle handle trembled back and forth in the air. Every time Yan Ning released the silver needle, he would apply a handful of sweat. Li Feifei was frightened by the side and couldn't help but help Yan Ning apply sweat.

With only thirty-six needles, Yan Ning inserted them for three hours before they all entered the body. At this time, Li Liguo was already like a hedgehog, looking a little scary.

"Bang bang bang--"

Before Yan Ning could sweat, a heavy knock on the door suddenly came from outside the ward. Yan Ning's face changed: "Who is it?"

Could it be the Fang family or Yihu?

Li Feifei was also surprised. When she looked through the cat's eyes, it was Zhou Ji standing outside the door.

"It's Zhou Ji." Li Feifei said.

"What are he here to do?" Yan Ning breathed a sigh of relief, but frowned again.

Thirty-six silver needles entered the acupoints, sealing the thirty-six Yin acupoints in Li Liguo's body. The only remaining human soul in Li Liguo would not dissipate for a while. The most difficult level had been passed, but no one could be allowed to disturb him at this time.

"Open the door! I want to check the patient's condition!" Zhou Ji shouted.

Li Feifei glanced at Yan Ning, and Yan Ning shook her head: "Don't pay attention to him."

Li Feifei nodded and quietly moved a chair and blocked the door. She looked at Yan Ning's busy and serious figure, and for some reason she felt an inexplicable sense of security, as if as long as the man in front of her was there, her father would definitely come back to life.

Yan Ning picked up the medicine box and gently opened the box. A delicate fragrance of medicine slowly floated out.

I saw a bright green herb on the golden silk in the box, and even dew was trembling on the leaves, as if it had just been picked from the medicine yard, fresh and tender.

Li Feifei also widened herbs. She didn't recognize the herbs in the medicine box, but just smelled the leaking fragrance of the medicine, she felt refreshed, as if her eyesight had become much clearer.

This reaction is enough to show how precious the Chinese medicine in Yan Ning's hands is.

Yan Ning glanced at him intermittently, sighed, then reached out and took out the intermittently, and gently put it into Li Liguo's mouth.

The intermittent entrance melted and disappeared in a blink of an eye. The next moment, Li Liguo suddenly opened his mouth in pain, and a black gas gushed out of his mouth. The fragrance of medicine in the ward disappeared in an instant, replaced by a disgusting stench.

"This..." Li Feifei's face changed.

Yan Ning quickly opened the window and let the stench leave: "This is the filth in your father's body, it's better to vomit it completely."

Sure enough, Li Liguo quickly closed his mouth, and his face turned bloody and became much rosy.

"Open the door quickly! If I don't open the door, I will knock it open!"

Zhou Ji was still shouting outside, and Li Feifei's beautiful eyes were wrinkled: "He is too ungrateful."

"Let's hurry up."

After Yan Ning said that, he sat up next to Li Liguo, closed his eyes and muttered in a low voice.

"The Heavenly Master entered the Wu Gate, and thousands of evil spirits showed thousands of ghosts. One cuts the evil path of heaven, two cuts the evil spirits of the earth, three cuts the urgent need of the Human Sect! The disciple of the Wu Gate Yan Ning asked the Three Purities to quickly recruit the two souls of the heaven and earth of Li Liguo to come and return the souls! The order!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Feifei felt a cold wind blowing by and felt a chill on her back. When she looked back, she had nothing.

Yan Ning opened his eyes and frowned. His soul-resurrecting spell clearly did not make any mistakes, so why did Li Liguo's second soul still not appear?

At this moment, the door of the ward was finally knocked open, and Zhou Ji walked in with a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was bloated, wearing a white shirt, half-framed glasses on his face, and a Mediterranean hairstyle. He shouted when he entered the door: "What are you doing?"

"Uncle Guo! Why are you here?" Li Feifei shouted in surprise.

Yan Ning frowned deeply. He clearly felt a familiar aura in the middle-aged man named Guo.

"Oh!" Zhou Ji suddenly shouted, "What have you done to the patient? Feifei, Uncle Li is about to die, you can do it, don't bother him anymore, let him go with peace of mind!"

Li Feifei's face was flushed when Zhou Ji said, and she said angrily: "Zhou Ji, what does it mean to go to the ward like this?"

The middle-aged man named Guo said, "Feifei, your father is no longer able to do it, so let him end the pain as soon as possible."
Chapter completed!