When Cheng Chuan first came here to work, he was taken care of by Meng Bailing a lot.

Without caring about his image, he put on his clothes randomly, and Cheng Chuan quickly ran downstairs.

He opened the floodgates and saw Meng Xiaoli with panic on her face.

"What's going on?" Cheng Chuan turned his hand and locked the door, pulled Meng Xiaoli and ran to the Chinese medicine clinic next to him.

"Grandpa got up early in the morning to do some morning exercises. Who would have thought that someone poured a basin of water at the door, and the ground was slippery."

"Grandpa accidentally slid to the bottom, and his head hit the threshold, and he couldn't get up..." Meng Xiaoli's face was pale and incoherent.

"Don't worry, Xiaoli, have you called the emergency number?" At this time, Cheng Chuan had already seen Meng Bailing lying at the entrance of the Chinese Medicine Clinic.

"I've been fighting, but they said it will take at least five minutes to arrive, what should I do?"

"Brother Xiaochuan, what should I do? I see that my grandfather's breath is not right." Meng Xiaoli said anxiously.

She felt regretful at this moment. If she had known that she would have studied medicine with her grandfather, otherwise she would not have been at a loss like she is now.

"Don't worry, Xiaoli." As soon as Cheng Chuan walked over, his fingers first looked out from Meng Bailing's nostrils and found that he had no breathing.

Cheng Chuan's heart sank, and then he explored his carotid artery for a while, but there was no movement.

"Cytopulmonary resuscitation must be performed immediately." Cheng Chuan said insincerely that something was wrong. Meng Bailing no longer had breathing and consciousness, and had to race against time.

"Xiaoli, you do artificial respiration for grandpa, I'll do external heart compression." Cheng Chuan quickly knelt down and tore off Meng Bailing's top.

The left palm was placed on his chest and the right palm was placed on it. The fingers were crossed and pressed down hard.

Every thirty times Cheng Chuan pressed, Meng Xiaoli performed two artificial respirations on Meng Bailing.

Five minutes later, the ambulance finally arrived, but Meng Bailing was already stiff and had no vital signs.

"Miss Meng, I'm sorry, your grandfather has left. We have called the funeral home and they will come later."

After a detailed examination, the emergency doctor had to regretfully announce the death of Mr. Meng.

After comforting Meng Xiaoli for a few words, the ambulance roared away.

Meng Xiaoli suddenly felt that the sky had collapsed, and she knelt beside Mr. Meng, tears flowing down her face.

"Xiaoli, look at your grandfather and wait for me..."

Cheng Chuan suddenly remembered the Soul Recovery Pill, pulled out his legs and ran away, and soon ran back to the experience hall.

He hurriedly pulled up the gate, rushed to the attic, took out the small porcelain bottle from the bedside table, and ran downstairs frantically.

Unexpectedly, he accidentally stepped on the air and hit his head, and blood flowed.

After wiping the blood, Cheng Chuan rolled and crawled out of the experience hall and rushed to the traditional Chinese medicine clinic next door.

I just rushed to the entrance of the Chinese medicine clinic, but found a white funeral car parked at the entrance of the Chinese medicine clinic.

Two staff members were putting Meng Bailing into a body bag and preparing to pull it into the car.

Meng Xiaoli's eyes were dull and she knelt on the ground like a walking corpse, allowing the funeral home staff to restrain Meng Bailing's body.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, Grandpa Meng is still there to save..." Cheng Chuan speeded up and pushed the two staff members away.

"Who are you and why do you disturb our work? Don't you know the deceased are the most important?" a funeral home staff shouted.

Cheng Chuan had no time to explain that Meng Bailing had been dead for nearly ten minutes, and he had to be fed immediately with the Soul Recovery Pill, otherwise he would really not be able to save him.

"Xiaoli, come here to help and stop them. I can save Grandpa Meng." Cheng Chuan's words woke Meng Xiaoli up like a bolt from the blue.

"What? Brother Ogawa, are you saying true?"

Meng Xiaoli rolled over and crawled over, grabbed Cheng Chuan's shoulders, and looked excited.

"Yes, it's too late to stop them." Cheng Chuan suddenly pulled open the cork on the small porcelain bottle, and a faint fragrance of medicine suddenly drifted out.

"Miss Meng, you are making trouble. Mr. Meng has been dead for a long time, how could he be saved? "The staff at the funeral home shook his head and said.

In his opinion, Meng Xiaoli and Cheng Chuan were purely psychological comfort. He had just found out that Mr. Meng's body was already stiff, how could he survive?

"I believe in Brother Ogawa." Meng Xiaoli finally woke up and knelt beside Meng Bailing and said firmly.

Cheng Chuan did not speak, but poured out the Soul Recovery Pill, a golden pill as big as a pearl.

He squeezed Meng Boling's jaw hard and stuffed the soul-recovering pill in it.

The pill melted immediately after entering his mouth, and a golden air flowed from Meng Bailing's mouth into his body.

His stiff body instantly softened, his blue-black face began to regain blood, his chest began to fluctuate, and his breathing began to regain.

"Ahem cough cough..."

After a moment, a fierce coughing sound came from Mr. Meng's mouth. He slowly opened his eyes, sat up, with a confused look on his face.

"Grandpa..." Meng Xiaoli cried with joy and hugged Meng Bailing.

Cheng Chuan also completely relaxed and fell to the ground, and the blood on his forehead slowly covered his eyes.

Cheng Chuan, who was slumped on the ground, was stunned for a moment and could not believe his ears.

"Brother Xiaochuan..." Meng Xiaoli's voice woke Cheng Chuan up from his stunned mood.

Cheng Chuan quickly calmed down his mood and thought to himself how to explain the Soul-Recovering Pill to Mr. Meng, who is the ghost spirit.

"Brother Xiaochuan, are you injured?" Meng Xiaoli only saw the blood on Cheng Chuan's forehead and said nervously.

"It's okay, I accidentally knocked it on my face just now." Cheng Chuan wiped his hand and looked at Mr. Meng.

At this moment, Mr. Meng was sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to rest and adjusting his breathing. He probably hadn't realized what was going on.

"Cough cough, Miss Meng, if nothing happens, we will leave first." The staff on the side coughed a few times.

Meng Xiaoli reacted this time, and there were people from the funeral home, so she stood up and said sorry to them.

After the car from the funeral home left, Mr. Meng slowly stood up, but his expression was still a little dazed.

"Xiaoli, let's help Grandpa Meng in and take a rest." Cheng Chuan hurriedly supported Meng Bailing and walked towards the Chinese Medicine Clinic. Meng Xiaoli hurriedly followed.

After helping Meng Bailing to his bed and lie down, Cheng Chuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the soul-recovering pill can really bring it back to life. Don’t you think you will turn over in the future?

Cang Yun is so powerful. There are still 6 girls in the ring on his hand that are not activated. I don’t know if there are any surprises waiting for him.

"Ding, the first time I used the Soul Recovery Pill, the love value is 100, and Cangyun was upgraded to level 2 (the love value is 110∕1000)."

"Ding, the No. 1 beauty baby has been upgraded successfully, and the No. 2 beauty baby is activated, Su Yu, Cai Nu, current level: Level 1 (wealth value 10∕100)"

"Ding, Su Yu activation reward: Jiaoba Fund 10 billion, only for operating doll projects, not consumed, valid for thirty days."

"What the hell, 10 billion, spent thirty days? Can only be used to run doll projects?"

"10 billion cannot be spent. Oh my God, why should I do this to me? No, I have to go in and talk to the wealthy girl Su Yu."
Chapter completed!