Gently Kissed Her Lips, Face Slapping Warning (2)

Even when she had exerted herself to rescue someone from the sea tornado last time, she had not been so grievously wounded.

What had happened?

Yu Xiheng did not elaborate further. He sat cross-legged, placing his hands on Si Fuqing's back, and began to heal her injuries.

The so-called transmission of power in martial arts dramas did have a basis, although it was not as mystical as portrayed.

However, the secret tome detailing this power had been lost.

Nowadays, very few people knew this art.

After a while, the color slowly returned to Si Fuqing's lips.

Yu Xiheng checked her pulse; her heartbeat was nearly undetectable.

He composed himself and spoke slowly, "Go to the Southern State to fetch someone."

Feng San immediately ran out and started up an aircraft made by the Mo family.

In just two hours, the supreme elder of the Miracle Doctor Alliance was brought before Yu Xiheng.