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When Cheng Chuan first came here to work, he was taken care of by Meng Bailing.

Disregarding the image, Cheng Chuan quickly ran downstairs after putting on his clothes casually.

I opened the gate and saw Meng Xiaoli with a panic face.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Chuan locked the door back and took Meng Xiaoli and ran to the Chinese Medicine Museum nearby.

"Grandpa woke up early in the morning to do morning exercises. Unexpectedly, someone splashed a basin of water at the door and the ground was slippery."

"Grandpa slipped there accidentally, knocked the back of his head to the threshold, and fell to the ground..." Meng Xiaoli's face was pale and incoherent.

"Don't worry, Xiaoli, have you called the emergency call?" At this time, Cheng Chuan had already seen Meng Bailing lying in front of the Chinese Medicine Museum.

"I hit it, but they said it will take at least five minutes to arrive. What should I do?"

"Brother Xiaochuan, what should I do? I don't think Grandpa's breath is right." Meng Xiaoli said anxiously.

She felt regretful at this moment. She had known that she had followed her grandpa to study medicine, otherwise she would not be at a loss as she is now.

"Don't worry, Xiaoli." As soon as Cheng Chuan walked over, he first peeped his fingers in Meng Bailing's nostrils, and found that he was no longer breathing.

Cheng Chuan's heart sank, then he explored the arteries of his neck for a while, but there was no movement.

"Cardiopulmonary resuscitation must be performed immediately." Cheng Chuan secretly said that Meng Bailing has no breathing and consciousness, and must race against time.

"Xiaoli, you give grandpa artificial respiration, and I'll do chest heart compression." Cheng Chuan knelt down quickly and tore off Meng Bailing's shirt.

Put the root of the left palm on his chest and place the root of the right palm on top of it. With the fingers crossed, he pressed down firmly.

Each time Cheng Chuan pressed thirty times, Meng Xiaoli gave Meng Bailing two artificial respirations.

Five minutes later, the ambulance finally arrived, but Meng Bailing was already stiff and had no vital signs.

"Miss Meng, I'm sorry, your grandpa has already left, we have already called the funeral home, and they will come later."

After a detailed examination, the emergency doctor had to regretfully announce the death of Mr. Meng.

After comforting Meng Xiaoli, the ambulance whizzed away.

Meng Xiaoli suddenly felt that the sky was falling down, and she knelt beside Mr. Meng, tears streaming down her eyes.

"Xiaoli, look after your grandpa, wait for me..."

Cheng Chuan suddenly remembered Huihun Pill, ran away, and quickly ran back to the experience hall.

Hastily pulled up the gate, rushed to the attic, took out the small porcelain bottle from the bedside table, and ran downstairs frantically.

Unexpectedly, he accidentally slammed his foot into the air, and bumped his head with blood.

After wiping the blood, Cheng Chuan rushed out of the experience hall and rushed to the Chinese medicine hall next door.

I just rushed to the entrance of the Chinese Medicine Hall, only to find that a white funeral car had been parked at the entrance of the Chinese Medicine Hall.

Two staff members are putting Meng Bailing into the body bag, preparing to pull into the car.

Meng Xiaoli had no gods in her eyes, kneeling on the ground like a walking corpse, allowing the funeral home staff to condense Meng Bailing's body.

"Stop, stop, stop, Grandpa Meng still has help..." Cheng Chuan quickened his pace and pushed the two staff away.

"Who are you, why do you want to interrupt our work? Don't you know that the deceased is the most important?" a funeral home staff shouted.

Cheng Chuan didn't have time to explain, this Meng Bailing was about to die for more than ten minutes, and he had to immediately pour him into the soul-returning pills, otherwise he would really not be saved.

"Xiaoli, come and help, stop them, I can save Grandpa Meng." Cheng Chuan's words awakened Meng Xiaoli like a bolt from the blue.

"What? Brother Xiaochuan, are you true?"

Meng Xiaoli rushed over and grabbed Cheng Chuan's shoulders with emotion.

"Yes, stop them, it will be too late." Cheng Chuan suddenly pulled the cork on the small porcelain bottle, and a faint fragrance of medicine wafted out.

"Miss Meng, this is a nonsense. How could Mr. Meng be saved alive after he has been dead for a long time?" The staff member of the funeral home shook his head.

In his opinion, Meng Xiaoli and Cheng Chuan are purely psychological comfort. He has just checked out that Elder Meng's body is already stiff, how could it be possible to survive.

"I believe in Brother Xiaochuan." Meng Xiaoli finally woke up, and she knelt down beside Meng Bailing and said firmly.

Cheng Chuan did not speak, but poured out the soul-returning pill, a golden yellow pill the size of a pearl.

Forcefully pinched Meng Bailing's jaw and stuffed Huihun Pill in it.

The pill melted in the mouth, and a golden airflow flowed into Meng Bailing's body from his mouth.

His stiff body suddenly softened, his cyan face began to return to blood, his chest began to rise and fall, and his breathing resumed.

"Cough cough cough..."

After a while, a fierce cough came from Old Man Meng's mouth. He slowly opened his eyes and sat up with a blank expression.

"Grandpa..." Meng Xiaoli cried with joy, and hugged Meng Bailing.

Cheng Chuan also completely relaxed, and fell to the ground, the blood on his forehead slowly covering his eyes.

Cheng Chuan, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground, was dumbfounded for an instant, unable to believe his ears.

"Brother Xiaochuan..." Meng Xiaoli's voice woke Cheng Chuan from a daze.

Cheng Chuan quickly calmed down his mood, and wondered how to explain to the ghostly old man Meng about Huihundan.

"Brother Xiaochuan, are you injured?" Meng Xiaoli quickly said nervously when she saw the blood on Cheng Chuan's forehead only then.

"It doesn't matter, I just accidentally knocked it." Cheng Chuan wiped his hand and looked at Father Meng.

At this moment, the old man Meng was sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to rest his mind and adjusting his breathing. He probably still hadn't realized what was going on.

"Ahem, Ms. Meng, if there is nothing wrong, let's go first." The staff on the side coughed dryly.

Meng Xiaoli reacted this time, and the people in the funeral home quickly stood up and quickly said sorry to them.

After the car left at the funeral home, Mr. Meng slowly stood up, but his expression was still a bit trance.

"Xiaoli, let's help Grandpa Meng in and have a rest." Cheng Chuan quickly helped Meng Bailing and walked to the Chinese Medicine Hall, Meng Xiaoli quickly followed.

After helping Meng Bailing to lie down on his bed, Cheng Chuan was finally relieved.

It seems that the soul-returning pill can really come back to life, doesn't it think that he will turn over again in the future.

A Cangyun is so powerful, there are still 6 girls in the ring in his hand that have not been activated, and I don't know what surprises are waiting for him.

"Ding, the first use of soul recovery pills, love value +100, Azure Cloud upgrade to level 2 (love value 110∕1000)."

"Ding, the 1st girl is successfully upgraded, activates the 2nd girl, Su Yu, the wealthy woman, current level: 1 (wealth value 10∕100)"

"Ding, Su Yu activation reward: The Jiaowa Fund is 10 billion, only for doll projects, not for consumption, valid period, 30 days."

"What the hell, 10 billion, thirty days spent? Can only be used to manage doll projects?"

"10 billion can't be spent, oh my god, why do you treat me this way? No, I have to go in and argue with that rich lady Su Yu."

Cheng Chuan hurriedly went to the toilet with Su Xiaoli as an excuse, sat on the toilet, depressed and instantly entered the petite space.

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