After everything was prepared, the other end of the transfusion tube was connected to An Zhiyan's body, and the blood transfusion surgery officially began!
"Master, we can start now," An Yiqing took a deep breath, resolute.
Ye Chenghong steadied his mind, and with a sweep of his large palm, he ordered, "Begin!"
At his command, the two Great Elders of the Medicine Sect, along with Nie Shan, all simultaneously circulated their Inner Breath. The six hands of the three individuals pressed tightly onto the six major acupoints on An Zhiyan's body.
As time ticked by second by second, nearly five minutes had passed under Ye Chenghong's tense watch during the blood transfusion surgery.
Five minutes for the average person was but the blink of an eye. But for An Yiqing, who was transfusing blood for An Zhiyan, those five minutes were enough to drain a portion of the blood from her body.
Watching An Yiqing's lips gradually turn pale, Ye Chenghong grew increasingly worried.
