The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chyntia got up and helped Clinton up before saying to Benita, “Benita, it’s our turn.”

“Yes, Commander!” Benita said with some excitement.

Arriving at the bed, Chyntia checked Cedric, who had fallen into a coma again, and he made sure.

His worst fears did not happen.

Clinton’s treatment went badly wrong, making Cedric’s condition worsen. Fortunately, the chill accumulated in Cedric’s chest did not enter the heart because of blood flow. However, it had gathered into a mass and was sitting in the middle of his chest.

It was terrible and tricky, but there was still hope as long as it did not enter the heart.

Benita opened the medical kit with a thud and placed it beside Chyntia’s hand.

left hand, three slender silver needles were inserted between his fingers. With lightning speed, Chyntia thrust three silver needles into three acupoints in Cedric’s chest

to stimulate the acupoints and enhance the effect of the special needle treatment. Besides that, with Chyntia’s left hand caressing them, the depth of

side, there was even the illusion

wave of his right hand, Chyntia stabbed three more silver needles. The six silver needles made Cedric’s

down. He’ll have a

replied before putting his hands

Clinton, Sherman, Lola, and their mother Sherleen looked worriedly, but their eyes

entered the acupoints in Cedric’s

nine silver needles vaguely formed a circle, enclosing the circular area in the very center of the chest. These nine silver needles were like nine

raised his hands, two silver needles respectively

the final blow, and the power of the Thirteen Miracle Needles would burst forth with the insertion

warned and inserted the last four