Chapter 1777

Gao Yang asked.

"Less than ten percent!" Liu Yiming said awkwardly.

Ten percent and less than ten percent may sound similar, but in reality, they are worlds apart!

This caused Wang Xiao, who had just arrived, to clench his iron fists.

How is this any different from certain death?

It was merely a fear that Gao Yang would be enraged and kill him to vent his anger!

Lu Zhen's eyes also dimmed, and murky tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.

Gao Yang took a deep breath, looked at Lu Yourong in his arms, and said, "Since that is the case, then I shall do it myself. You will assist from the side!"

Boom!

As soon as these words were spoken.

Lu Zhen suddenly looked up, his emotions surging.

Wang Xiao also wore a look of disbelief.

Liu Yiming was stunned.

Only then did Lu Zhen suddenly remember that this fellow Gao Yang was also extremely proficient in the medical arts!

"You brat, are you certain?" Lu Zhen stared fixedly at Gao Yang, asking with a face full of tension.

"I can give it a try!"

"Let's snatch a life from the real King of Hell!"

Gao Yang took a deep breath, his words ringing with conviction.

On the other side.

King Tianhe and King Qie thoroughly realized they had been tricked.

Forget about reinforcements; they hadn't even seen a single hair of them!

"We can't hold on, we can't keep fighting! Take advantage of the chaos in the Da Qian central camp and retreat quickly!"

King Qie looked miserable, his true colors revealed.

King Tianhe also regretted it to the core.

If he could do it all over again, he, King Tianhe, would never be a gambler!

The price of this one high-stakes gamble was simply too high.

"We can't hold on!"

"That Luo Cheng is a massive pit; he used us as cannon fodder to draw Da Qian's fire. What a ruthless heart this man has!"

"Retreat quickly, run as fast as you can!"

King Tianhe roared.

But deep down, he felt extremely desolate.

Once they retreated in defeat, they would inevitably face the thunderous wrath of the Living King of Hell!

Did they really have a way out?

In an instant.

The Xiongnu and Great Yan soldiers on the front lines fled in defeat, but Gao Yang had no time to pursue them.

He was putting all his effort into saving Lu Yourong's life!

Inside the tent.

Lu Yourong lay on the bed, her face deathly pale, her eyes tightly shut, clearly having fallen into a coma.

Liu Yiming stood beside Gao Yang, his expression slightly agitated as he said, "Prime Minister Gao, are you going to use the legendary Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate?"

"Could it be that the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate also have the ability to seal the body's meridians and lock blood?"

Liu Yiming recalled that when Gao Yang treated Wang Xiao, he had used these Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, and with just one needle, Wang Xiao had improved.

It was only rumored that this needle technique was created by an otherworldly expert named the Wry-Mouthed War God, and it was extremely strict, requiring one to be a virgin to practice it.

Although he was still a virgin, he had begged Gao Yang for a long time, but Gao Yang had always brushed him off; yet, the power of this needle technique still left an indelible impression on his heart.

When Wang Xiao heard this, he couldn't care less and spoke decisively.

"These Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate were just something the Prime Minister made up on the spot!"

"That day, I was feeling guilty and wanted to fake a faint, but I happened to run into a father who would pit his own son, and that's how this whole scene came about!"

"The Prime Minister's Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate are actually a technique to strike at the heart!"

Wang Xiao took a deep breath, thinking back to that day.

The second needle was about to be jabbed three inches below the lower abdomen; who could withstand that?

Upon hearing this, Liu Yiming was filled with disbelief.

His face changed drastically as he looked at Gao Yang.

The truth... was actually like this?

Gao Yang nodded and admitted it directly.

"Correct, this so-called 'Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate' was just a front."

When Liu Yiming heard this, he felt as if the sky had collapsed.

Did that not mean Gao Yang didn't know how to treat illnesses or save people at all?

If it weren't for the vast disparity in their status, Liu Yiming would have exploded in anger.

But even so, the fire of expectation that had risen in his heart was like being doused with a basin of cold water; it was a chilling realization.

After all, Lu Yourong's life was hanging by a thread; wasn't this just reckless?

Lu Zhen's expression was also ugly.

But based on his long-standing trust in Gao Yang, his instinct told him.

Right now, he should trust Gao Yang!

Gao Yang was a man who valued affection; since he wanted Liu Yiming to assist, there must be a reason for it!

"You brat, there is a destined path in the dark. Given Yourong's current situation, it's better to treat a dead horse as a living one. You go ahead and do it, and I... will never blame you!"

Lu Zhen said with conviction.

Gao Yang also composed himself, his mind filled with the steps he needed to take next.

After all, Lu Yourong's injuries were urgent and could not be delayed!

"Military Physician Liu, do you have the sheep bladders I told you to keep in reserve?"

Gao Yang looked at Liu Yiming and asked.