Super Student's Three-realms Army

At this moment, he saw Zhang Ping and Chi Xiao. Bare chest position.    

Zhang Xiaofan had already pierced six or seven silver needles of different lengths.    

In addition, these silver needles were arranged in a mysterious manner.    

On top of these silver needles.    

They were still emanating rays of golden light with varying levels of power.    

The white steam that was visible to the naked eye rose from the end of the needle.    

"Mom, don't worry."    

"I'm treating his pneumoconiosis. Mom, don't worry."    

"Your son understands."    

Zhang Xiaofan explained to his mother without looking back.    

Then, he held his breath and took out another silver needle from the box beside him.    

Then, after finding the correct acupuncture point, he instantly stabbed it in.    

Zhang Xiaofan held the last silver needle in his hand.    

Slowly, it stabbed into the eagle's window hole on the left side of Zhang Ping's chest.    

Zhang Xiaofan's forehead could be seen.    

Ye Zichen also raised his eyebrows, while beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.    

At the same time, Zhang Xiaofan's gaze became increasingly sharp.    

He was showing off his ability to fight even more.    

His expression was also abnormally serious and serious.    

It had the demeanor of a master of acupuncture.    

Seeing this scene, Zhou Cui'e was so shocked that she almost couldn't speak.    

It had only been half a year since they had last met.    

Zhou Cui'e felt that she was almost unable to recognize this son of hers.    

Just like this, in front of Zhou Cui'e and Zhang Ping.    

Under the shocked gaze.    

Zhang Xiaofan was his father's acupuncture process.    

From beginning to end, it only lasted for about an hour and a half.    

Just now, he had retrieved all of the silver needles that had stabbed into his father's chest.    

"Wow …"    

Zhang Xiaofan kept the last silver needle.    

Zhang Ping's dark old face immediately flushed red.    

Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan quickly brought the spittoon under the bed.    

"Cough, cough, cough …"    

At this time, Zhang Ping.    

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood towards the spittoon that Zhang Xiaofan had brought over.    

This mouthful of blood was extremely dirty.    

Faintly, one could see a few white particles attached to it.    

This white particle was attached to the inorganic dust that his father had absorbed from his lungs after digging in the well for a long time.    

"Dad, take a look and see if you're struggling to catch your breath."    

After seeing his father spit out the blood that had been squeezed into his chest.    

Zhang Xiaofan patted Zhang Dayuan's back as he spoke.    

He voiced out his concern.    

"Huff …" Huff … "Huff …"    

Hearing this, Zhang Ping did not doubt him.    

With his mouth wide open, he began to pant heavily.    

The old man gasped heavily this time.    

But even so.    

Compared to before, every breath he took was like a battle.    

At this point, Zhang Dayan was much more relaxed than before by who knew how many times.    

They had even exchanged a few more words with each other.    

He just kept coughing.    

It was like the sky and the earth.    

The two of them couldn't speak the same words.    

"Little... "Little Fan's mother …"    

"I... I... "I won't cough anymore …"    

"I... I... I'm not coughing anymore …! "