Chapter 438 Life Hangs by a Thread

When the incident occurred, Qiao Xiaoyun and Meng Zhengcheng were not in the dormitory building; they were both at work.

Qiao Qiao, Qiao Changdong, and three bodyguards were also at the new house, arranging the furniture delivered in several truckloads.

Only Yan Liti and Yan Xiaoqing, who couldn't stand the heat, came back to rest in the tenement building.

Grandpa Wang lives with the Mo family.

Yan Liti was sitting on the sofa with Yan Xiaoqing, watching TV and chatting, when suddenly a child of about ten years old ran to her door and shouted at her in a panic.

"Grandma Yan, Grandma Yan, please come downstairs! Xiao Huan, Xiao Huan, was... was beaten to death by Xiao Wen! Waaaaah..."

The child was clearly terrified; he could barely speak and his voice was trembling.

When Yan Liti and Yan Xiaoqing followed the people downstairs, they saw Meng Zihuan lying on the ground unconscious, his head covered in blood.

The children around were all terrified, standing around, watching helplessly, not daring to make any other moves.

Seeing Yan Liti come down, they seemed to suddenly realize what had happened. While Yan Liti was carrying the person and running towards the hospital, they all started telling her what had happened.

It is said that Meng Zihuan had just gotten into a conflict with someone. The other person was not able to beat Meng Zihuan and was even knocked down by Meng Zihuan. However, when Meng Zihuan got up and bent down to pick up his schoolbag, the other person took half a brick and hit him on the head.

Meng Zihuan immediately convulsed, his body stiffened, and he collapsed.

Blood was everywhere.

The boy who had hit Meng Zihuan on the head with a brick took the opportunity to run away.

When Qiao Qiao and the others arrived at the hospital after receiving the news, Meng Zihuan had already been taken to the operating room.

Qiao Xiaoyun sat limply at the entrance of the emergency room, her hands covered in blood.

Yan Liti and Yan Xiaoqing stayed by her side. Yan Liti had more blood on her body than Qiao Xiaoyun, and her light-colored clothes seemed to have been dyed dark red.

It's unsettling to think about how much blood must have been shed to make it so red.

Qiao Xiaoyun's eyes were originally empty.

But upon seeing Qiao Qiao, she felt like she had found a lifeline. She crawled over, grabbed her hand, and pleaded with tearful eyes.

"My dear, my dear, please help your aunt, please help your aunt save your cousin, okay, please..."

"Sister, sister, what's wrong with Xiao Huan? Tell me clearly first." Qiao Changdong looked at Qiao Xiaoyun's crazed state, grabbed her hand, and shook her shoulders, trying to bring her back to her senses.

But Qiao Xiaoyun was already in a panic.

When Meng Zihuan was taken to the hospital by Yan Lidi, she was in her office handing over her shift to her colleagues.

She saw Meng Zihuan's condition clearly, and when he was taken to the emergency room, she went in with him.

The gash on the back of Meng Zihuan's head from being hit by a brick was about ten centimeters long, and even his skull was shattered.

Blood smeared Yan Liti's body, obscuring her composure and self-control.

Faced with her loved one lying on the operating table, she was completely unable to perform any basic first aid and was eventually kicked out by her colleagues.

But as a doctor herself, she knew better than anyone how dangerous Meng Zihuan's condition was in a county hospital like theirs, where medical equipment was inadequate.

Seeing her like this, Yan Liti briefly explained the situation: "Xiao Huan got into an argument downstairs and his head was hit, leaving a long gash. His condition is critical, baby, do you think there's anything we can do..."

Yan Liti lowered her voice to the last sentence, afraid that someone nearby would hear. After all, she was not Qiao Xiaoyun, and her first concern was still her granddaughter.

From the moment Qiao Qiao entered the hospital, she released her spiritual consciousness.

Just as Qiao Xiaoyun said, her cousin Meng Zihuan's condition was very bad. The county hospital's medical equipment was inadequate and could not provide him with good treatment. The doctors could only do the most basic first aid.

Even so, Qiao Qiao saw Meng Zihuan's heartbeat stop several times.

She disregarded everything else and used her consciousness to guide Xiaoyuan into the operating room.

When Qiao Xiaoyun saw Xiaoyuan jump down from Qiao Qiao's head and fly into the operating room, her eyes lit up and her hope was rekindled.

"Master, healing my little cousin will require at least two-thirds of your spiritual power. At your current cultivation level, overdrawing your spiritual power will cause you to fall into a coma..." Xiao Yuan said to Qiao Qiao with some concern as he transferred spiritual power to Meng Zihuan.

The spiritual energy in this world is too thin; it's incredibly difficult to accumulate spiritual power.

Qiao Qiao used to gain spiritual power from the affection and attention of those around her, but as her cultivation level improved, that amount of attention and affection became less useful to her.

Qiao Qiao's current spiritual power is basically due to her diligent cultivation every night in the bracelet space over the past six months, as well as her voracious consumption of various ripe fruits and vegetables imbued with spiritual energy.

Xiao Yuan was a little reluctant to use up two-thirds of it at once.

"It's alright, I'll just eat some more fruit and cultivate more..."

"Little Huanhuan, come here, Master. Your spiritual power cannot be depleted continuously, as it will hinder your cultivation." Before Qiao Qiao could finish speaking, the large tortoise that had come to the hospital with her suddenly interrupted the conversation between the person and the tree.

Because Qiao Qiao has been using her spiritual power to nourish those around her, healing this person's injuries or that person's illnesses, her spiritual power is constantly being depleted, resulting in her never having enough spiritual power in her body to this day.

This is a major taboo in cultivation.

"But..." Qiao Qiao felt a little embarrassed.

[Master, you're alright. Little Huanhuan has plenty of spiritual energy. You've nourished Little Huanhuan with a lot of spiritual energy before, and it's time for Little Huanhuan to give back to Master.]

Meng Zihuan was taken out of the emergency room half an hour after entering it.

Although his face was deathly pale and he looked very weak, at least he survived.

Even the two doctors who gave him emergency treatment were somewhat hesitant.

When Meng Zihuan was brought to the emergency room, his condition was very serious. He was breathing very weakly, his blood pressure was below 30, he was in severe shock, and his life was in danger.

Their hospital's emergency equipment is inadequate.

At the time, they all felt the chances were slim.

Unexpectedly, Meng Zihuan's vital signs gradually recovered, and by the time he was taken out of the emergency room, his vital signs were basically stable.

It's like seeing a ghost!

If it weren't for that huge gash still being there, they would have wondered if they were hallucinating!

By the time Meng Zhengcheng received the news and arrived at the hospital, Meng Zihuan had already been moved to the monitoring room and was receiving a blood transfusion.

Overall, although Meng Zihuan's condition was critical, he was fortunate to escape danger thanks to the help of Qiao Qiao and the giant tortoise. However, he lost too much blood and needed a transfusion.