"No, it's not what you think. I...I just gave Peng Zhan some antidote medicine and helped him detoxify." Ye Xiaowu quickly found a better reason.
Hearing what she said, Lin Yumeng and Yang Yingying breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.
Because they all felt that Ye Xiaowu was mysterious and omnipotent, it was very reasonable to use detoxification to detoxify Peng Zhan.
"Little dancing girl, I heard from Miss Lin that your medical skills are amazing. Why don't you hurry up and help me take a look?"
Tang Qingshan noticed the subtle relationship between these girls and Peng Zhan. In order to help Peng Zhan out of the siege, he quickly asked Ye Xiaowu to help Peng Zecheng see a doctor.
Sure enough, when this was mentioned, everyone turned their attention back to how to save Peng Zecheng.
"Is he feeling better now?" Peng Zhan asked quickly.
"The mental state is slightly better, but I still can't speak and am always half asleep and half awake." Tang Qingshan said with some worry.
He didn't know Ye Xiaowu's medical skills. According to his inherent thinking, he believed that medical skills were directly proportional to age. How could Ye Xiaowu's medical skills be so good at such a young age?
But now even Peng Zhan has nothing to do, and those so-called experts have already announced Peng Zecheng's death, so there is definitely no hope, so he can only treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor, hoping that Ye Xiaowu can create a miracle.
Ye Xiaowu took Peng Zecheng's pulse with her hand, her face became a little solemn, and then she put her ear on the back of Peng Zecheng's hand and made various weird sounds in her mouth.
Tang Qingshan frowned even more when he saw it. He originally thought that Ye Xiaowu had some special skills, but he didn't expect that his methods were no different from those of great dancers. He just liked to make some magical sounds.
But due to Peng Zhan's feelings, he couldn't stop him, so he sighed softly and went outside to get some air. Out of sight, out of mind. Since Ye Xiaowu couldn't count on him, he had to find a new way. .
"Peng Zhan, go get a bowl and knock it." Ye Xiaowu said softly to Peng Zhan.
Although Peng Zhan didn't understand why he did this, he quickly followed the instructions, took out a steel basin, and knocked lightly.
Ye Xiaowu shook her head.
"Change to a thinner one."
Peng Zhan changed several erhus in a row. When he couldn't make any sound anymore, he took out the erhu hanging on the wall and pulled it a few times.
"Yes, that's the sound. Keep going." Ye Xiaowu said excitedly.
"Ah, I don't know how to pull." Peng Zhan said with some embarrassment.
"I'll call Uncle Tang, he will definitely do it." Lin Yumeng hurriedly called Tang Qingshan in.
When Tang Qingshan heard that Peng Zhan asked him to play the erhu, his face became very ugly. How could he be in the mood to play the erhu when such a bad thing happened? And he played the erhu to see a doctor. Isn't this nonsense?
"Uncle Tang, do you have a song with a faster tempo and a louder sound? Can you help me play it? I'm just a little behind." Ye Xiaowu said softly.
"Uncle Tang, hurry up and pull, I believe in Xiao Wu." Peng Zhan saw Tang Qingshan's unwillingness and said quickly.
Peng Zhan had already spoken, but Tang Qingshan had to do it even if he didn't want to. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what a sin, how could he meet such an unreliable person.
Tang Qingshan played the song "Flight of the Bumblebee". Not only was it fast-paced, but the most important thing was that it was Peng Zecheng's favorite song. He would play it to Peng Zecheng whenever he had nothing to do.
When he reached the climax, Ye Xiaowu suddenly screamed with excitement.
"That's it, Uncle Tang, quickly repeat what you just said."
Tang Qingshan, not knowing why, still repeated as required.
"Repeat ten more times." Ye Xiaowu whispered.
Tang Qingshan really wanted to throw down his erhu and leave. He looked at Peng Zhan and saw that he didn't have the slightest intention to object to Xiao Wu, so he had no choice but to pull up as requested.
When he pulled it for the fifth time, he was shocked.
He saw Ye Xiaowu's two fingers, like two calves, walking slowly on Peng Zecheng's arm, and behind her fingers, there was a black line!
Ye Xiaowu's two fingers led the black line to the middle finger of Peng Zecheng's right hand. After the black liquid reached the fingertip, Ye Xiaowu used a silver needle to prick a small hole in the fingertip, and a black liquid with a strange smell came out. The baby's liquid flowed out from the fingertips like blood!
