Chapter 109 Despair
Suddenly, Mo Zhifei had an idea.
I thought of fighting poison with poison.
He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, which contained various poisons he had collected.
"Perhaps we can use the properties of these poisons to neutralize the strange poison in Ye Wenjing's body."
But this method is extremely risky. If you are not careful, Ye Wenjing will fall into a more dangerous situation.
By then, even the Golden Immortal will be unable to save the situation.
Mo Zhifei hesitated again and again, but finally decided to take the risk.
However, it is true that he likes to challenge strange poisons, but this matter still needs to be discussed with the little girl Jiang Lingyin.
Jiang Lingyin anxiously waited for Mengduo to absorb the energy of the jade bead.
When the last ray of light was absorbed into Mengduo's body, the space medical area was instantly opened.
She didn't dare to delay for even a second and immediately picked up Ye Wenjing and went in.
After entering the medical area, Jiang Lingyin tried one method after another.
Various medical instruments and precious herbs changed rapidly in her hands.
Her forehead was covered with sweat and her eyes were full of anxiety and despair.
However, no matter how hard she tried, Ye Wenjing's condition did not improve at all.
External injuries are easy to treat, but there is no cure for the night cry of the blackbird.
The last time she suppressed Wu Yeti's poison in her dantian, it was the most extreme method she could do.
Now that the poison is scattered and the Dantian is damaged, the same method will not work at all.
Jiang Lingyin gritted her teeth and put into use all the medical skills she had learned throughout her life from her secluded family in her previous life.
But it still couldn't save Ye Wenjing.
Her body began to tremble and tears flowed uncontrollably.
"Why? Why can't I save you!"
Jiang Lingyin shouted in despair and completely collapsed.
She hugged Ye Wenjing tightly and burst into tears, her cries echoing in the medical area.
Then return to the real world.
Outside the ruins of the ancient temple, Mo Zhifei heard Jiang Lingyin's heart-wrenching cry.
My heart tightened and I rushed in quickly.
"How could this happen?" Mo Zhifei looked at the scene in front of him and his voice began to tremble.
Ye Wenjing vomited blood again.
Unconscious.
Ye Wenjing lay there quietly, his face as pale as paper and completely bloodless.
His lips were purple and cracked, like land that hadn't seen rain for a long time.
The eyes that were originally bright and lively were now tightly closed.
The eye sockets were sunken, surrounded by a thick dark shadow, as if being gradually swallowed by the darkness.
His breathing was weak and rapid, and every inhalation and exhalation seemed extremely difficult, as if it would stop completely in the next moment.
The rise and fall of his chest was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time.
Ye Wenjing's skin was cold and damp, and the cold sweat that seeped out kept sliding down, soaking his clothes.
His body twitched from time to time, which was a painful reaction to the poison raging in his body.
Ye Wenjing's fingers were slightly bent, and the joints had an unnatural bluish-white color.
His brows were furrowed, and even in a coma, the painful expression on his face was clearly visible, as if he was enduring the most cruel torture in the world.
His originally handsome face was now distorted by illness.
The vitality of life is rapidly draining away from his body, which makes people feel extremely distressed.
Mo Zhifei gently placed his fingers on Ye Wenjing's wrist, and his brows instantly furrowed.
Ye Wenjing's pulse was extremely disordered, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, with no regularity at all.
The pulse beats rapidly and powerfully, like the beating of a drum, as if it is making a final struggle to break through the heavy obstacles.
Sometimes it is weak and powerless, like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time, so faint that it is almost imperceptible.
Each beat seemed extremely difficult, as if tightly bound by an invisible force, intermittent and without any continuity.
The pulse sometimes appears on the surface and can be felt by light pressing, but it disappears in a flash.
Sometimes it sinks so deep that you need to press hard to catch that faint beat.
Sometimes the pulse would suddenly stop for a short time, then start again without warning, but weaker and more chaotic.
This irregular pulse pattern made Mo Zhifei feel extremely troubled.
It also indicates that Ye Wenjing's life is on the verge of extreme danger.
Jiang Lingyin was like a statue without a soul, staring at Ye Wenjing who was poisoned and unconscious, his life or death uncertain.
His eyes were so empty that they seemed to swallow up all light, and his entire body was shrouded in endless darkness.
Her hands hung limply at her sides and she was shaking even more violently.
I wanted to touch Ye Wenjing's face, but when I was about to touch him, I stopped him.
I drew back as if I had been electrocuted, fearful that my actions would make his situation worse.
"Why? Why is this happening..."
She cried out at the top of her lungs, her voice as mournful as that of a wounded lone wolf.
Every word seemed to be squeezed from the depths of a broken soul, with heartbreaking desperation.
Tears flowed freely on her face like a flood, but she was unaware of it.
Just staring at Ye Wenjing blankly.
Mo Zhifei couldn't even get a word in.
Jiang Lingyin's body was shaking violently, as if she would collapse to the ground in the next second.
"I have tried everything I can think of. Why is it not working? Why?"
Her voice was hoarse and her throat seemed to be blocked by a burning fire. Every word she spoke was like torture.
Jiang Lingyin's eyes were filled with confusion, pain and deep helplessness.
She looked at Ye Wenjing, as if the whole world collapsed at this moment, burying her completely in the abyss of despair.
"You said you would always be by my side. You can't break your promise. You can't..."
Her cries became more and more mournful, and her heartbroken voice echoed in the night sky, but she could not wake up her sleeping lover.
"You haven't remembered me yet, but it doesn't matter, let's get to know each other again..."
Jiang Lingyin's hair was disheveled, covering her tear-stained face.
But she had no time to care and just kept sobbing.
His body was convulsing slightly from extreme sadness, as if he was about to cry out his heart and lungs.
At this moment, she seemed to be in a freezing dark abyss, unable to find a glimmer of hope.
Despair and helplessness gripped my throat and I was almost suffocated.
Mo Zhifei watched Jiang Lingyin crying her heart out, and his irritation grew stronger.
Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore.
He shouted at Jiang Lingyin, "Stop crying, you little loser! I'm so annoyed!"
The roar echoed in the room.
Jiang Lingyin, who was immersed in sadness, was stunned.
Mo Zhifei frowned.
He continued loudly, "Cry, cry, cry. What's the use of crying? I have a way to save this kid!"
Jiang Lingyin's crying suddenly stopped. She stared at Mo Zhifei in disbelief with her red and swollen eyes wide open.
There was a hint of trembling and urgency in his voice: "Senior Mo, can you really save him? How?"