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The spiritual light on his hands dimmed, Yuan Qingqing got up from the patient's bed again, rubbing the sweat off his head through the protective mask. The nurses on both sides who had been waiting for a long time saw this and hurried forward to do follow-up work.

This is already the 43rd person she has handled tonight, and the rescue has maintained a zero death rate.

Now, it seems to have become a production workshop, and dying people are constantly being sent in from outside, and after her "processing", they are brought back to life, and then handed over to other doctors for suture and disinfection, an assembly line of life.

Everyone seems to be used to trusting her. It seems that under Dan Xiu of Kunlun University, no one should die.

Even she herself believed so.

Seeing that the last severely injured number in the hospital was sent to the guardianship area, Yuan Qingqing took out a Qi Qi Pill and took it to himself, adjusting his breath and quickly recovering his spiritual power, and his feet were a little soft.

Although her high-level cultivation base is enough to stun the entire school, the output for three or four hours in a concentrating state is no less than a protracted battle. At this time, both physical and spiritual strength are close to the limit.

She felt a little soft under her feet, and was about to find a place to sit, when there was another sliding sound of rollers at the door.

"The Reiki Department of the Fourth Hospital sent a transferee. Other hospitals said they couldn't handle it. Come here to try." The nurse at the door said, "This is the last seriously injured person tonight. Can you still hold it?"

"...It's okay, push here."

Yuan Qingqing supported the wall to get up, took a few deep breaths, stabilized the spiritual power in his body, once again carried his power in his palm, and stood in front of the last bed that came in.

Compared with the wounded who was struggling and screaming before, this person who sent in just lay quietly. If it weren't for the gray face and intermittent breathing, he might even feel that he was just asleep.

But this appearance made Yuan Qingqing think of it. And just after she injected spiritual power into the wounded's body, and after a thorough examination, the anxiety was tested.

"The time delay is too long, the demon...has invaded the heart."

The result was clearly in front of her. For a moment, her blood seemed to be cold. Seeing the wounded who was struggling to breathe, the palms of her hands were sweaty.

what to do?

In this case, he can only be saved unless he directly attacks the main channel with strong spiritual power and allows his own meridian operation to push out the toxins.

But although this person has a bit of cultivation base, he just opened the Qi Hai to the extent that he can't even refining Qi, and the strength of the meridians is not worth mentioning. Coupled with the erosion of the demon poison, it can be said to be unbearable. hit.

If you want to compare it, this person's heart is like a thatched house that has decayed to its limit, and it seems to be crumbling. But if you want to repair it, even a little more external force will cause it to collapse directly.

what to do?

Yuan Qingqing clenched his lips secretly and tried every means to find a possible breakthrough, but the deeper he went, the more he realized that the situation was irreversible.

"Student Yuan..." Even the people next to her could already see her nervousness, "...this patient, isn't it..."

Yuan Qingqing's heart beat fiercely, and his lips bite tighter, as if he was about to bite a piece of meat off raw.

That does not work.

Now she is a "miracle", no matter what means, she must save everyone back.

But what else can be done?

Her thoughts turned sharply, and she thought back and forth about what she had learned in school. But the more you think back, the more you can only confirm that fact before.

——This person is hopeless.

She tried hard to push this idea away, as if to cover something, and injected all the little spiritual energy left into this person. But only a few seconds later, the electrocardiograph in front began to sound an alarm.

With a glimpse of her, she saw the lines on the monitor tracing out unknown fluctuations, and her heartbeat and blood oxygen figures continued to drop like diving.

The surrounding doctors and nurses swarmed up. Some people pressed the breathing ball and some did CPR, but they couldn't stop the amplitude of the ECG monitor becoming smaller and smaller, and finally it became 0 on a straight line.

Yuan Qingqing put his hands down until all the meridians were closed and the spiritual energy could no longer be input. He didn't even feel the powerlessness from his whole body, and only stared blankly at the person on the bed.

At the last moment, the wounded was still looking at her with his eyes open, the two pupils had been completely dissipated, and her blank face was faintly reflected.

Then, those eyes were covered by the white cloth sheet.

The doctors and nurses began to unplug the tube connected to him, and then pushed the mobile bed out of the ward. The cleaner simply dragged the blood-stained floor clean, and soon a new bed would come in.

During this process, they seemed to say a lot, but Yuan Qingqing heard nothing.

Her eyes followed the bed and moved out of the rescue room, and several family members who were waiting outside immediately rushed forward. Then, an indescribable haze spread across their faces.

A few people followed the front bed with a calm face, old and young, all hanging their heads like a rooster that had lost a fight, and only one grizzled old woman was always standing beside the bed, crying with anger. Out of breath.

"Is it still alive? Help again, I beg you, please help me again..."

In the heart-piercing cry, the bed was pushed farther away, and the cry was also taken away. Only a young woman stood in front of the door, talking to the attending doctor who came out.

"Can't you come back?" the woman said softly.

She didn't make a noise, she didn't make a noise, and the tone of inquiry was calm, but her eyes were flushed.

The doctor who went out nodded, and spoke to the woman in a sad but calm tone.

"Yes, it is impossible to come back." The doctor said, "We are sorry."

The woman looked at the critical illness notice in her hand, was silent for a few seconds, then slowly bent down and bowed inward.

"Thanks, I know you have done your best." The woman said, "It's causing you trouble."

She raised her head and turned around to go through the death formalities. When she just turned around, she barely said a word.

"I wanted to come and take him home..."

Yuan Qingqing stood there, watching the figure go away silently, chilling all over.

She rarely feels really lost, but the words just now made her feel something snapped in her mind.

If she is stronger and learns better, will she be able to save this person back?

If she comes a few minutes earlier, transfer this patient to the hospital sooner...

if…

"Xiao Yuan, you have done your best."

A hand slapped her on the shoulder, waking her from a trance state, and when she turned her head, it was the old doctor surnamed Li who had pledged her.

"This patient's condition is definitely going to die. No matter how powerful a doctor or immortal cultivator is, there will always be someone who cannot be saved. You have to get used to this fact."

The old doctor patted her shoulders, her big hands were warm, "This is also the last patient tonight, and the rescue work has been basically completed. The things you did today in the medical world are enough to be called miracles. "

"So, don't take it too seriously, go down and take a good rest. You have done a good job. You are already a miracle."

Yuan Qingqing lowered his head, his eyes and face were hidden under the shadow of bangs.

In an instant, she seemed to have changed back to the high school graduate who was holding the test results and sitting alone outside the ward.

"…I do not believe."

She suddenly raised her hand, ignoring the politeness and impoliteness, and straightly blocked the old doctor's hand.

"...This is not the miracle I want."

She said stubbornly, as if arrogantly: "The real miracle shouldn't be like this."

Suddenly she turned her head and walked out of the corridor, like a naive little girl. She pulled off her protective clothing and white coat and threw it aside, rushed through the corridor and ran out of the gate. In the light of the sky in the early morning.

......

When the white belly began to show up that day, her figure appeared at the gate of Yushan campus, her face flushed, and she was breathing heavily.

No one else came back, the school was empty, only her own shadow was stretched silently.

She glanced at the office building standing in the morning light from a distance, and then immediately turned her eyes away, as if a child who had done something wrong did not dare to approach the teacher's office.

——Ms. Wei, he must be disappointed in this kind of self.

She thought about this silently in her heart, avoiding the office building, tiptoely bypassing the campus and entering the book pavilion, and then rushed into the Tianxing laboratory. As expected, she found the potted plant in the pill room. Hua Nian An.

"Why did you come back suddenly by yourself? I heard that some disasters happened to the outside world..."

Hua Nianan looked towards her, facing those bright red eyes, probably because she stayed up all night.

"Teacher Hua..." Yuan Qingqing walked in and knelt on the cushion beside the pill furnace, "As far as you know, is there any pill that can bring back the dead in this world?"

Hua Nian'an stopped the movement of her hand, turned her face, and saw water marks on her face.

She pondered for a few moments, and put another flower back into the pot.

"What does the person you think of who came back to life have to do with you?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?" Hua Nian'an said in a high tone, "Then, why do you want this divine pill for him?"

"He died in front of me." Yuan Qingqing looked at the ground, "I don't want him to die."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

Hua Nian'an was silent for a while, and just when Yuan Qingqing couldn't bear to continue to ask questions, she spoke abruptly.

"Speaking of the pill of resurrection from the dead, it does exist. That is also the supreme pursuit of all the people of the pill, and everyone gets different results."

Hua Nian'an said quietly: "And the pill recipe I got is the secret method of combining alchemy and refining. I got it from my husband's refining method."

Yuan Qingqing raised his head suddenly: "Excuse me, teacher, what is this pill?"

"The supreme method of refining tools is to refine living beings, and this alchemy is the same."

"The core substrate of this Nine Transformation Rebirth Pill is a miraculous thing refined in the practitioner's body using the refined blood of the refiner, the dantian as the furnace, and the spiritual power as the fire. It can be said to be omnipotent, omnipotent, and has the effect of prolonging life. It is the real first panacea."

When she said this, she deflected those beautiful eyes, as if she wanted to insight into the student's heart, and looked straight into her eyes.

"The only price is-because the refining consumes essence and blood, as long as the refining of this pill, the vitality will be severely injured, and the cultivator's life will inevitably be deducted, and it does not change with the level of cultivation."

Yuan Qingqing Yi Lin: "Does it consume... longevity?"

"Yes, even if it is me, I have only tried this secret method once, and I have also verified with my own experience that this pill is indeed correct." Hua Nian'an said this and actually smiled slightly, "I heard this, Are you still planning to obtain this pill?"

Yuan Qingqing didn't answer. He just looked at the colorful flowers blooming in her ears. After a long while, he nodded as if making up his mind.

"I want this side." When she said this, she then asked, "Then, the one time you used, Teacher Hua, could it be given to..."

"Don't tell my husband about this matter."

Hua Nian'an's tone has no unnecessary ups and downs: "Except for you, even he doesn't know about this pill. He has been wondering why the huge devilish energy invaded the body for thousands of years, and it can be restored within a few months. As always?"

Yuan Qingqing looked at her, and when she said this, the smile on that beautiful face showed some sly. She lifted a strand of fine hair near her ear, and the petals exposed in it were a little sluggish.

——Even in a state of ample spiritual power, the last little flower that represents her life still cannot bloom.

"The way of immortality is infinite, but the number of lives is limited. The way of elixir is indeed a way to save people, but if I had used this elixir on others at the beginning, when my husband was in trouble, what would I give him back?"

Hua Nian'an looked at her and said: "I believe that you also have loved ones. When your power is limited, you treat this method equally and use it equally, so you sacrifice yourself-then, there will be more in the future. , When more important people need you, how many lives do you have to save? Complete love without boundaries, is it also a kind of abandoning everyone?"

Yuan Qingqing looked down at the ground and did not answer in silence.

All signs indicate that this world has changed and is different from the world she used to know ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ People around them may be in danger of life at any time.

If she stops here, what should they do?

Hua Nian'an also stopped talking, just waved her hand gently, and fluttered a page of yellow paper in front of her, with small and graceful handwriting written on it.

"According to Master Wei, teachers should lead students out of their own way. If you have this mind, I will give this to you. As for how to use it, I have already said what I should say, and the rest , It’s up to you to find it out."

Yuan Qingqing stretched out his hand, slowly picked up the Danfang, and memorized the contents on it carefully, and then he took it into his arms, and greeted Hua Nianan.

"I understand." She whispered, "...Teacher Xie pointed."

After she said that, she got up and walked out, the pace was uncommonly messy.

Behind, Hua Nian'an was standing the last medicinal flower in the pot, and with a wave of her hand from the top, the budding flowers instantly bloomed, and the fragrance overflowed the entire altar.