Chen He still gritted his teeth and melted the Baicao Dan with water, dripping it into Sang Jie's mouth bit by bit with a dropper.

He was very careful, and stopped to observe for a while, and he stopped to observe for a while.

It took half an hour to take all this bowl of medicinal soup alone.

Chen He then breathed a sigh of relief. Although the current witch people are incomparable to the great witches in ancient times, their physical fitness is far better than that of ordinary people.

Sang Jie was tortured by the disease for so long, but her health was not as bad as she seemed. This made Chen He feel much more at ease and had some confidence in the situation he had to face next.

Chen He moved his ink pupils and could clearly see Sang Jie's condition in his body.

The decoction was flowing along his seven meridians and eight meridians, and wherever he went, a stream of black gas in his body was gradually dissolved, and as the decoction was constantly moving in the body.

With a slap, Sang Jie finally started vomiting blood, and the blood she vomited was black and smelly.

Chen He quickly wiped it off for her so that the blood would not be poured back into her throat and caused suffocation.

"Don't be nervous, this is normal. Your body is detoxifying, and you'll be fine after vomiting for a while."

Sang Jie was already in a semi-coma, and Chen He didn't know if she could hear her words.

Every five or six minutes, Sang Jie would vomit blood. Every time the blood was spit out, there were various impurities mixed in the operating room, and the operating room was soon surrounded by fishy smell.

Chen He suppressed his nausea. Now it is critical that he cannot have any mistakes.

Seeing that Sang Jie was spitting out less and less black blood, Chen He took out a silver needle and gently stabbed it into Sang Jie's dantian.

Dantian is very important to warriors and cannot be harmed at all, and the same is true for witches.

The witches called this place their origin, and this is the source of their power. Once they are hurt, they will become useless even if they do not die.

Originally, Chen He shouldn't use needles here, but the Heart-Destroying Needle and Baicao Dan can only solve the toxins in her body, but cannot delay her life span.

If she wants to hold on for another year or two, she must start from the origin.

It can be understood that although Sang Jie is old now, she is like a dying year.

But there is still oil in her fuel tank, which is his origin.

But the fuel tank has already turned off, and all Chen He has to do is to fire again.

Chen He carefully thrust down the silver needle. He looked calm on the surface, but in fact, he was extremely nervous.

The depth requirement of the silver needle piercing is extremely harsh. If you have a little more, Sang Jie will immediately die. Sandalwood outside will definitely count everything on him, which is a big trouble.

If it is a little shallow, it will not have any effect.

The sweat on Chen He's forehead fell down, blocking his sight, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it, so he could only hold it hard and itchy. His arms were as stable as rocks, and slowly stabbed downwards.

What Chen He had to do was to stimulate the remaining original power of Sang Jie and rejuvenate her body. However, this method was to fish out of the waters. When the original power of her body was exhausted, it would be the day when she passed away.

Finally, Chen He felt a slight fluctuation of force and quickly pulled out the silver needle.

On the hospital bed, Sang Jie suddenly opened her eyes and bounced up.

"Doctor Chen, I suddenly felt my body full of strength. What's going on?"

Chen He wiped the sweat from his forehead, "The treatment was very successful. You have now obtained another year of life. During this year, except that you cannot use witchcraft like a witch, your basic life is no different from that of ordinary people."

"And, with an extra year, maybe, I'll find a better way to make you live longer."

These words can only be used to comfort, and even Chen He himself did not believe them.

The witch man lost his original power, just like a man lost his oxygen. It is impossible to survive.

Chen He opened the door of the operating room, Sandalwood rushed up desperately. When she saw Sang Jie's face radiant and like a normal person, she rushed over and started crying loudly.

"Master, you're finally ready."

Sang Jie gently stroked Sandou's hair, "Good apprentice, stop crying, you can be so filial, the master is really comforting."

Sandang Xiang stood up from Sang Jie's arms and looked at the master while wiping her tears.

She found that although the master was still old, her physical condition was much better than before, and her face was not so dark, and she could still see her rosyness.

"Sandalwood is fine. It's all up to Dr. Chen to be able to do it today. Why don't you apologize to Dr. Chen quickly?"

Sandalwood turned her head to look at Chen He, biting her lip and seemed to be hesitant.

Chen He shook his head, "Save death and help the wounded, it is the duty of a doctor, and there is no need to thank him. I just hope that in the future, she will not be so impulsive and treat me as a bad person."

Sandangxiang blushed and murmured in a low voice, "You are not a good person at all."

"Sandalwood, what are you talking about?"

Sandalwood quickly changed her words, "Thank you Dr. Chen for saving my master. From now on, you will be Sandalwood's benefactor."

Seeing that she was reluctant, Chen He didn't take this seriously.

"Okay, Sandaka, you go out first. I have something to talk about with Dr. Chen."

Sandang nodded, walked out of the operating room, and closed the door.

Chen He was a little confused. Looking at Sang Jie, she had just met her and had to talk about anything, and she had to carry her apprentice behind her back.

"Ms. Sang, you suddenly became so serious that I was a little nervous."

Sang Jie smiled faintly, "Don't be nervous, we just talk casually. By the way, Dr. Chen, how long can I live now?"

"The treatment process is quite smooth and the results are good. I guess you should have no problem living for a year. If you maintain it well, it is not impossible to delay it for about half a year."

"A year is enough, it's enough money. This is what I borrowed from God."

After Sang Jie finished muttering, she suddenly looked up at Chen He, "If I guess correctly, you used the Overlord's true energy when you were treating me."

Chen He's expression changed slightly, and he was shocked. No one had ever recognized that what he was practicing was the true qi of the overlord.

"How do you know? What you practice is witchcraft and the true energy of warriors is completely different. Logically, you shouldn't know this."

"That's because there is a connection between you and me."

Chen He was even more surprised, "What's the origin?"

"Your master..." When Sang Jie said these words, Chen He was so shocked that he took four or five steps back before he stood firm.

When Sang Jie said that he had a connection with him, Chen He subconsciously thought of his master, the old military doctor.

Because Chen He's understanding of witchcraft was heard from the old military doctor.

"Looking at your expression, it proves that I should be right. The reason why you see through our identities is because your master has told you about us witch people, right?"

Chen He could only nod, "This is true, but what does it matter?"

"Of course it's related, because you are the one we're going to wait for."

Chen He was shocked again.
Chapter completed!