Chapter 318 Lu Qingxin Has an Accident

Ye Yu's desire to create a sword tire was not an imaginary idea.

In the lottery before, Ye Yu got a talent, blacksmith.

With this talent, it is not impossible for Ye Yu to create a sword tire.

But blacksmithing alone is not enough, there are also materials and tools.

Although technology is developing rapidly nowadays, the ancient forging technology is gradually dying out.

To find forging materials and tools, Ye Yu only thought of one place, Tangmen!

As a family of hidden weapons that has been passed down for thousands of years, if there is no special forging place, Ye Yu will not believe anything.

As the fifth elder of the Tang Sect, Ye Yu could easily use some forging materials and tools.

Taking out the phone, Ye Yu was about to call Tang Shi when his own phone rang first.

"Hey, I'm Ye Yu."

"Is it Ye Yu? I'm Cui Ying! Something happened to her!" Cui Ying's anxious and helpless voice sounded on the phone.

Ye Yu frowned and said calmly, "Sister Cui Ying, please take it slow, what's wrong with her?"

"A few days ago, Qingxin suddenly felt uncomfortable. I went to the hospital and found nothing, but when I got home, I felt more and more uncomfortable. It didn't take long before Qingxin suddenly fainted!"

On the phone, Cui Ying said anxiously, "It's been three days now, and she shows no signs of sobering up! Even though she was checked at the central hospital, she couldn't find the reason!"

Ye Yu's heart sank, "How is the situation now?"

"In the central hospital, I have been awake all the time, and the experts from Yanjing are invited for consultation!"

"Wait for me!" After Ye Yu finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

"Megatron! Wait for me at the door!"

Ye Yu shouted into the phone and left the bedroom.

When Ye Yu came to the door, Megatron had already opened the door and was waiting for Ye Yu.

"Go to the city center hospital!"

Ye Yu let out a light drink, and the sports car started instantly and sped out.

Outside the senior ward of Mingzhou Central Hospital.

Lu Huaiyuan had a gloomy face, and Cui Ying, who looked anxious, was pacing back and forth outside the room.

"Brother Lu, I have already called Ye Yu."

Cui Ying whispered to the gloomy Lu Huaiyuan.

"Yeah!" Lu Huaiyuan's expression softened slightly, "Do you think Ye Yu can do anything about it?"

Cui Ying shook her head and said uncertainly, "When Ye Yu rescued me and Qingxin before, Qingxin lost too much blood and was dying, and it was Ye Yu who saved Qingxin. I don't know if Ye Yu could also wake up Qingxin this time. ."

Lu Huaiyuan closed his eyes and sighed, "I hope it works!"

After Lu Huaiyuan finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the closed door of the ward, and said worriedly, "It's been so long, it seems that the experts in Yanjing don't know why she fell asleep."

In the ward, Lu Qingxin was lying quietly on the hospital bed, her pale face even weaker than before.

A dozen doctors in white coats were gathered around the bed, discussing Lu Qingxin's condition.

The head is Zhao Xingguo, a neurology expert from Yanjing.

"President Cai, this patient's organs are not abnormal!"

Zhao Xingguo put down the medical records in his hand and said to Cai Xiuyuan who was standing beside him.

Cai Xiuyuan nodded, "We have done all the examinations we should have done, and found nothing! But the patient has been in a coma! It doesn't make sense!"

Zhao Xingguo frowned tightly and said in a heavy tone, "This patient's situation is special, it should be an idiopathic neurological disorder, that is, a vegetative state!"

Cai Xiuyuan flashed a noncommittal look in his eyes, and suggested, "Can I continue to use the thirteen needles of the ghost gate?"

"The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate?" Zhao Xingguo asked suspiciously, "Is it acupuncture? It's useless!"

Cai Xiuyuan explained, "Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles is the latest treatment method introduced by our hospital, and it has a good effect on intractable diseases!"

Cai Xiuyuan paused, then said, "I hope to continue treating this patient with the thirteen needles of the ghost gate. There may be hope for recovery!"