A short while later, Xiao Yi finally stopped moving her hands. Her body swayed precariously; she was clearly exhausted.
But her efforts had not been in vain. A trace of color had returned to Chen Xiaojun's face, a sign that life was stirring in him again.
Everyone gathered around, watching Chen Xiaojun with concern. Chen Cong asked urgently, "Xiao Yi, how is he?"
Xiao Yi answered weakly, "The bleeding has stopped for now. His body is a little more stable, and I've preserved a sliver of life. Now we need to deal with the sickle in Brother Xiaojun's chest."
She carefully raised Chen Xiaojun's upper body, then said to Chen Cong, "Grandpa Cong, hold Brother Xiaojun steady and protect his heart meridian. I'm going to remove the sickle from his chest."
Chen Cong nodded and answered firmly, "All right. Do what you need to do."
At this critical moment, they could only rely on Xiao Yi's medical skills. Although she had never shown much exceptional skill in medicine before, she had at least studied under Ye Xiuxin for several years, and she possessed powerful life soul power.
Besides, judging by Xiao Yi's expression, she seemed somewhat confident that she could succeed.
They could only treat a dead horse as though it were still alive. Some hope was better than none.
Then Xiao Yi moved behind Chen Xiaojun, drew a deep breath, and said solemnly, "I'm pulling it out on three. One, two, three!"
The moment she finished speaking, the sickle came free with a wet squelch, drawing a trail of blood with it.
At the sight, Chen Cong could not help sucking in a cold breath.
Although the sickle had not struck the center of his heart, it had sliced away a small piece of heart tissue.
This was his