Rebirth depends on you without discussing

The car stopped in front of a house in the suburbs. Zuo Chuan looked at the house full of rural atmosphere, and looked at Qi Zhongxuan in puzzlement: "This way? Didn't you say you want to find a doctor? How could it be?" Come here?"

Qi Zhongxuan got out of the car, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he held on to the car door in a panic to stabilize his body.

"Zhongxuan!" Zuo Chuan yelled worriedly, Qi Zhongxuan closed his eyes tightly, his face was pale and pale, Zuo Chuan was very distressed when he saw it.

"Here we come! Come in when you are here." A thick and powerful voice came from the room.

Zuo Chuan supported Qi Zhongxuan's hand and increased his strength, pulling him completely closer to his body. With the help of A Chao, the three of them entered the room.

In the room, a man with full hair pointed to the sofa beside him: "Sit down."

Qi Zhongxuan covered his head with his hands, and leaned on the sofa exhausted, only one lip trembled, and the corner of his lip was bitten with blood due to the pain.

"Zhongxuan, please respond to me, please don't do this, I'm afraid..."

Seeing Qi Zhongxuan in such pain, Zuo Chuan was flustered and didn't know what to do, he could only hold him tightly in his arms, tightly, like a rare treasure, fearing that he would disappear if he let go.

Ah Chao stood on one side, panting, and turned his gaze to the calm old man on the other side: "Old Ding, you have to think of a way, hurry up and stop the pain first."

Ding Lao didn't follow Ah Chao's instructions, but got up slowly, and walked slowly towards the back room.

Zuo Chuan hugged Qi Zhongxuan, and he could clearly feel the person in his arms trembling, and between his clenched lips and teeth, several painful groans escaped from time to time.

Hearing the intermittent groans, his heart was throbbing with pain, and seeing Qi Zhongxuan's hands grasping his hair vigorously, the pain in his heart surged out.

Zuo Chuan would rather replace him with his own body than see Qi Zhongxuan suffer so much.

"Old Ding, hurry up."

"Walk faster, can't you? I haven't seen anyone already in pain." Zuo Chuan suddenly felt that the person in his arms was struggling less, and looked down, only to find that Qi Zhongxuan had passed out from the pain.

His face was covered with fine beads of sweat. Even after he passed out, his brows were still tightly furrowed. Qi Zhongxuan groaned again while breathing heavily.

"Boy, you have to learn to respect the elderly, you know!" Old Ding walked up to Qi Zhongxuan's side, looked at his pale face from the pain, and said to Zuo Chuan, "Put him down."

Zuo Chuan gently released Qi Zhongxuan, and made him lie flat on the sofa.

Touching Qi Zhongxuan's sweat-soaked black hair, Zuo Chuan sniffed, and the sore feeling lingered in his eyes, which could not go away for a long time.

Ding Lao picked up the silver needle in his hand, and quickly and accurately pierced Qi Zhongxuan's head with five or six needles. Seeing Qi Zhongxuan's frown gradually eased, Zuo Chuan's tight heart was relieved.

After piercing all the dozen needles in his hand, Ding Lao breathed a sigh of relief.

"How is this going?"

Zuo Chuan looked at the silver needles all over Qi Zhongxuan's head, he didn't notice it just now, but now he felt some pain in the corner of his lips, and only after he touched it did he realize that he had been bitten out of blood.

"Boy, you like him!"

As soon as he heard Mr. Ding's question, Zuo Chuan immediately raised his head, staring at Mr. Ding with clear eyes.

Old Ding chuckled, and Zuo Chuan realized that the person in front of him only had silver hair, but he was not old at all. To be precise, he should be a child with white hair.