Qin Chuan strained his neck to turn, opened his mouth, but could only gasp out Qin Lang's name before gasping for breath and feeling his eyelids growing heavy, as if he were about to faint.,Qin Lang grabbed Qin Chuan's wrist, speaking as he quickly examined his pulse.,Then the triangular-eyed doctor was about to say something else, but a voice cut him off sharply: “Go get a box of silver needles!”。