I relied on opening a pharmaceutical factory to send a sick friend to the imperial examinations

Shen Yue's heart trembled, she turned around and went forward with Luo Mu to help Aunt Chen up, "Aunt Chen, don't worry, what's going on?"

"Da Lang... Da Lang... woo woo woo..." Aunt Chen couldn't make a sound as she spoke, and the rest of the words were buried in her crying.

Shen Yue's heart skipped a beat, and a thought popped up in her mind, Chen Jiadalang couldn't think about it, could he?

She didn't dare to delay, so she rushed to Chen Dalang's room, and Luo Mu hurriedly followed.

"Yue'er, don't worry, Chen Dalang will be fine." Luo Mu followed behind Shen Yue, comforting her softly.

She still likes Mr. Chen, he is honest and kind, and he is a good boy.

"Mmm..." Shen Yue absent-mindedly replied, when the door was pushed open, Chen Dalang was lying on the ground, his face was pale, and the blood on his wrists stained the skirt of his clothes.

Uncle Chen tightly held onto Chen Dalang's wrist and dared not let go, his eyes were red, and the eight-foot man's hands were shaking unbearably.

When Aunt Chen entered the room and saw this scene, she sat unsteadily on the ground, covering her face with her hands and weeping bitterly.

Shen Yue took a deep breath, slowly approached Chen Dalang, felt his pulse, then frowned.

After laying him flat, Shen Yue's face changed suddenly when she felt his pulse on the back of his neck with her hand, as well as his weak breath and his body temperature getting lower and lower.

"Uncle Chen, Aunt Chen, calm down now, I need hot water, rope, and scissors, the sooner the better!"

Luo Mu was the first to react, and immediately ran out to prepare things, Chen Shu also came back to his senses, and helped Shen Yue pick up Chen Dalang from the ground and put him on the bed.

"Aunt Chen, hurry up and boil some hot water." Shen Yue turned around and called to Aunt Chen.

The aunt of the Chen family heard it, nodded in panic, wiped away her tears, her feet were a little weak, and she stumbled towards the kitchen.

Shen Yue looked at Uncle Chen and asked, "Uncle Chen, when did Brother Da Lang do this? Before or after you came in?"

She always felt that Chen Jiadalang's current blood loss could not be caused by such a short time...

Uncle Chen shook his head, with a heavy tone, "When I came in, his wrist had already started to bleed..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but shed a few more tears, "It's all my fault, if I didn't say that about him, it would be fine, and he wouldn't cut himself so hard, it's all my fault for killing Da Lang."

Seeing him like this, Shen Yue didn't know how to comfort him.

And now that her life was at stake, she didn't have time to comfort him, "Uncle Chen, help me find a rope, preferably elastic."

Uncle Chen hurriedly responded, turned around and ran out to find the rope.

Shen Yue dismissed a few people and immediately sealed the acupuncture points with silver needles to slow down the amount of bleeding.

Chen Jiada Lang lost a lot of blood, his face was unbelievably pale at this time, Shen Yue took out the spiritual spring from the space, picked up the water on the table, poured two drops into it, and fed it to Chen Jiada Lang.

Chen Jia Dalang's complexion was not the same as before, but the wound was still oozing blood. It can be seen that only a few silver needles can't stop it, and it can only be sutured by surgery.

Shen Yue once again lamented the beauty of the system.

Before the person came back, Shen Yue took out the things needed for the operation from the space in advance, and put them into the needle bag together.

He also gave Chen Dalang a slice of ginseng to hold in his mouth to preserve his vitality.

When everyone came back with their things, Shen Yue's first thing was to ask Uncle Chen to tie his elbows tightly with a rope to reduce blood loss.Shen Yue's heart trembled, she turned around and went forward with Luo Mu to help Aunt Chen up, "Aunt Chen, don't worry, what's going on?"

"Da Lang... Da Lang... woo woo woo..." Aunt Chen couldn't make a sound as she spoke, and the rest of the words were buried in her crying.

Shen Yue's heart skipped a beat, and a thought popped up in her mind, Chen Jiadalang couldn't think about it, could he?

She didn't dare to delay, so she rushed to Chen Dalang's room, and Luo Mu hurriedly followed.

"Yue'er, don't worry, Chen Dalang will be fine." Luo Mu followed behind Shen Yue, comforting her softly.

She still likes Mr. Chen, he is honest and kind, and he is a good boy.

"Mmm..." Shen Yue absent-mindedly replied, when the door was pushed open, Chen Dalang was lying on the ground, his face was pale, and the blood on his wrists stained the skirt of his clothes.

Uncle Chen tightly held onto Chen Dalang's wrist and dared not let go, his eyes were red, and the eight-foot man's hands were shaking unbearably.

When Aunt Chen entered the room and saw this scene, she sat unsteadily on the ground, covering her face with her hands and weeping bitterly.

Shen Yue took a deep breath, slowly approached Chen Dalang, felt his pulse, then frowned.

After laying him flat, Shen Yue's face changed suddenly when she felt his pulse on the back of his neck with her hand, as well as his weak breath and his body temperature getting lower and lower.

"Uncle Chen, Aunt Chen, calm down now, I need hot water, rope, and scissors, the sooner the better!"

Luo Mu was the first to react, and immediately ran out to prepare things, Chen Shu also came back to his senses, and helped Shen Yue pick up Chen Dalang from the ground and put him on the bed.

"Aunt Chen, hurry up and boil some hot water." Shen Yue turned around and called to Aunt Chen.

The aunt of the Chen family heard it, nodded in panic, wiped away her tears, her feet were a little weak, and she stumbled towards the kitchen.

Shen Yue looked at Uncle Chen and asked, "Uncle Chen, when did Brother Da Lang do this? Before or after you came in?"

She always felt that Chen Jiadalang's current blood loss could not be caused by such a short time...

Uncle Chen shook his head, with a heavy tone, "When I came in, his wrist had already started to bleed..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but shed a few more tears, "It's all my fault, if I didn't say that about him, it would be fine, and he wouldn't cut himself so hard, it's all my fault for killing Da Lang."

Seeing him like this, Shen Yue didn't know how to comfort him.

And now that her life was at stake, she didn't have time to comfort him, "Uncle Chen, help me find a rope, preferably elastic."

Uncle Chen hurriedly responded, turned around and ran out to find the rope.

Shen Yue dismissed a few people and immediately sealed the acupuncture points with silver needles to slow down the amount of bleeding.

Chen Jiada Lang lost a lot of blood, his face was unbelievably pale at this time, Shen Yue took out the spiritual spring from the space, picked up the water on the table, poured two drops into it, and fed it to Chen Jiada Lang.

Chen Jia Dalang's complexion was not the same as before, but the wound was still oozing blood. It can be seen that only a few silver needles can't stop it, and it can only be sutured by surgery.

Shen Yue once again lamented the beauty of the system.

Before the person came back, Shen Yue took out the things needed for the operation from the space in advance, and put them into the needle bag together.

He also gave Chen Dalang a slice of ginseng to hold in his mouth to preserve his vitality.

When everyone came back with their things, Shen Yue's first thing was to ask Uncle Chen to tie his elbows tightly with a rope to reduce blood loss.