The First Thousand Four Hundred and Ninety-Four Chapters
Ye Qingqing didn't dare to waste time, and asked Lu Mo to strip off all the hard coat and sweater, and then put him upside down, constantly bumping and spitting out a lot of water, Ye Qingqing began to apply needles.
She used the soul-chasing gold needle directly, wanting to hang Sang Liangjie's breath and grab someone from Lord Yama.
He didn't dare to delay for a second, Sang Liangjie's chest was full of gold needles, and Ye Qingqing fed half a cup of spiritual spring water, so he dared to breathe a sigh of relief, but the string was still broken, and Sang Liangjie's pulse was too weak.
Like a thin steel wire, more than half of it has been broken, only a trace is still attached, and it may break at any time.
When Ye Qingqing pulled the needle, Sang Huaiyuan dared to say, "You... cousin he... how is he?"
His voice was trembling, and his expression was terrified. Sang Huaiyuan didn't even dare to look at his lifeless son lying on the ground, and he didn't even dare to reach out to touch it, for fear that what he would touch would be as cold as death.
Ye Qingqing cheered up and pretended to be relaxed and said, "I'll be fine for now, take my cousin home first, and I will do my best to save my cousin."
Sang Huaiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and regained his sanity, "It's better to call the police, we must catch the murderer!"
"There was no murderer, it was suicide."
Lu Mo shook his head, there were no signs of fighting by the pool, and Sang Liangjie's clothes were neat and had no scars, and Sang Liangjie's expression was calm, as if he was asleep, indicating that he dived voluntarily and was not forced .
Sang Huaiyuan's face changed greatly, and his eyes couldn't believe it, but Lu Mo was always prudent and would not say anything unsure.
"How could it be suicide, how could Liangjie commit suicide..." Sang Huaiyuan muttered to himself, unwilling to accept the fact.
"I'll check these later. Take my cousin home first. It's too cold outside." Ye Qingqing was worried that Lu Mo would catch a cold.
Lu Mo's whole body was wet. It's winter again, and if the cold wind blows outside, her man will definitely get sick, and Sang Liangjie can't stand it either.
But she also felt strange, why would Sang Liangjie commit suicide?
Are you lost in love?
Carrying the unconscious Sang Liangjie back home, Sun Qiuyun saw her son who looked like a dead man.
Ye Qingqing was so busy that she sighed secretly that this year is really bad for the year. There have been so many unfortunate events on the first day of the new year, and there will be no good omens in a year. A few words of good luck will make my heart feel better.
Sun Qiuyun and the old lady are fine, just a few needles will be fine, but if they are listless, they can only get better if Sang Liangjie gets better.
"How could he commit suicide? I don't believe that Liangjie would never commit suicide... Someone must have harmed him, so ask the police to find out, be sure to find out!" Sun Qiuyun and Sang Huaiyuan held the same opinion and believed that someone had killed him.
Lu Mo said his analysis, the couple were silent, and after a long while Sun Qiuyun said sadly, "I still don't believe it, Qingqing, can your cousin still wake up?"
"I'll do my best, my cousin Jiren has his own vision, so he will be fine." Ye Qingqing was at a loss.
But she will do her best.
Ye Qingqing stayed at Sang's house to treat Sang Liangjie. The first 24 hours were the most important, and he couldn't do without people for a quarter of an hour. Gu Nianci in the hospital also needed someone to take care of him. hold on.
One day passed, Sang Liangjie was finally out of danger, and his pulse was stable, but he still couldn't wake up.
Yin Yu also knew the news, but he didn't care, and he was even a little proud. He was distracted and never wanted to wake up!