Peng Zhan immediately reached out to grab Peng Zecheng's pulse, only to find that it was cold, indicating that his body functions had entered a state of death.
In a medical sense, this is not a real death. In theory, there is still a possibility of resuscitation, as long as we can find a way to clear the body's meridians.
Peng Zhan put his hand on Peng Zecheng's back, then tentatively input the internal force, and controlled the internal force to slowly swim in his body.
There was deathly silence wherever the internal force touched. Just when Peng Zhan was about to despair, there was a very weak force in Pengzecheng's Qihai Point, ready to move.
Peng Zhan felt ecstatic in his heart and quickly used his inner strength to guide the weak breath out and let it wander around in Peng Zecheng's body.
Peng Zecheng's body was like a city that had been captured by the enemy, with survivors scattered among the ruins in every corner.
Although they still have a breath of life, because the shadow of the tragic defeat is too great, they are all waiting for death in despair.
Now Peng Zhan is equivalent to bringing out some survivors and asking them to loudly summon their kind.
As a result, the survivors began to slowly gather together. On the outside, there was no change, but in fact, the body began to regain vitality.
Those survivors even began to rebuild defenses at various points.
"Uncle Tang, dad is not dead." Peng Zhan whispered in Tang Qingshan's ear.
"Child, I know you are sad, and so am I, but we all have to learn to face reality." Tang Qingshan said with a face full of pain.
"What I said is true. Look, he cried." Peng Zhan said with great certainty.
Tang Qingshan glanced doubtfully, and when he saw that there were tears in the corners of Peng Zecheng's eyes, he suddenly showed an expression of disbelief.
"Young... Young Master, this... how is this possible?" Tang Qingshan was shocked and excited, and he didn't know where to put his hands.
"I know medical skills, I can save him, but let's keep it quiet for now." Peng Zhan said very calmly.
If Ye Chenchen believes that Peng Zecheng is dead, he will not restrain himself from doing things. This is when they reveal their flaws.
"Yes...yes, you can't say it, you can't say it!" Tang Qingshan nodded excitedly.
"You have to act a little sad, otherwise you will betray the gang." Peng Zhan reminded in a low voice.
"Yes, I have to be a little sad. Master, you died so miserably..." Tang Qingshan buried his head next to Peng Zecheng, beating the edge of the bed and crying in an exaggerated manner.
Peng Zhan couldn't help but have black lines all over his face, and thought to himself, "There's no need to be so exaggerated, right?"
Before Tang Qingshan's cry could stop, Ye Chenchen's harsh soprano voice came from outside the door: "Master, you died so miserably. Why are you so cruel, leaving us orphans and widows just as soon as you say it?" !”
Then Ye Chenchen, supported by two bodyguards, walked in with a sad face.
When it comes to acting, Ye Chenchen is the only one who can be called a professional. Even her hair is scratched like a chicken coop, and she has to be dragged along by bodyguards when she walks. She doesn't need to cry, but she has already gained everyone's sympathy.
"The Zhan'er you miss so much is back, but you left without even seeing her for the last time. Why is God so cruel to us?" Ye Chenchen said again with a heartbroken cry.
Peng Zhan couldn't help but complain in his heart, Old Man Tang, look at this person, there is so much content in his crying.
At first, Tang Qingshan wanted to compete with Ye Chenchen, but after only one round, his howl and Ye Chenchen's low back and forth were so different that he had to give up the performance and stood aside with a dark face, admiring the palace-level performance. Performance.
Of course Ye Chenchen didn't come here just to perform. After she felt that her cry had conquered everyone, she immediately took the next step.
"The master died just after Zhan'er came back. There must be bad people here." Ye Chenchen stopped crying and said.
