The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 385
Chapter 380
An hour later, all fifteen doctors had completed their diagnosis, and they gathered with other doctors to discuss.

Ye Fan didn't get involved, but retreated to Zhu Changsheng's side, his eyes thoughtful.

Then he took out his phone and sent a few text messages.

Zhu Changsheng didn't ask about Ye Fan's situation, but just sat in a corner with a few bodyguards, drinking tea leisurely, and told Song Jinyu not to take care of him.

After dozens of doctors unanimously concluded that Song Wansan was over-worried and under tremendous pressure, leading to confusion and exhaustion of internal organs and decline in physical function.

If the meridians are not smooth, the heart vessels will also be blocked, and life will be in danger at any time.

In other words, this is a heart disease and there is no cure for it.

So after everyone discussed it, the original self-confidence turned into dejection, especially when thinking of Song Wansan's self-harming arm, he became even more depressed.

100 billion cannot be earned.

"Everyone, my father has been under a lot of pressure in the past few months. I know that he has a heart disease, and I also know that the heart disease needs heart medicine."

Seeing the dull atmosphere, Song Jinyu hurriedly stood in the middle and said:
"But we can't get the heart medicine for the time being, and we can't spiritually eradicate my father's thorn."

As long as Miao Fenghuang is killed, Song Wansan will recover, but now the Song family can't kill her, and even faces Miao Fenghuang's frequent killings.

"So I can only ask everyone to help me, and see if I can find another way to save my father."

"If everyone sitting here has a way, please help my father. Our Song family has always been grateful to us."

Song Jinyu looked at the famous doctor sitting with a sincere expression, tears flickered in his deep eyes, as if he was a loving father and a filial son.

At this moment, many sons and nephews of the Song family ran over and looked at the crowd eagerly, wanting to see if anyone could cure Song Wansan.

"As long as it can make my father better, 100 billion will be offered immediately."

Song Jinyu landed with a sound, and continued to spend a lot of money:
"To make my father better, in addition to 100 billion, I will also give me [-]% of the shares in the Song family."

He threw out all his assets in the Song family.

Zhu Changsheng smiled slightly at Ye Fan and said:

"Looking at it this way, he is very filial and really wants Song Wansan to get better."

Ye Fan stood behind Zhu Changsheng and said, "What's the use of promising a trillion yuan for an incurable disease?"

Zhu Changsheng asked, "Are you sure you can cure Lao Song?"

Ye Fan answered irrelevantly: "This is a game."

Zhu Changsheng was slightly taken aback, but he didn't say anything, he picked up the tea and took a sip.

"Twenty percent shares?"

"The Song family's net worth is close to a trillion yuan, 2000%, that's [-] billion."

"This is really big, Young Master Song is really filial."

At this moment, Song Jinyu's words caused an uproar in the audience, not only the nephews of the Song family were in a trance, but even the famous doctors who had seen many lives and deaths were also surprised.

It's just that they quickly smiled wryly again, yes, they cured Song Wansan, a young model in the clubhouse, but the problem is that they don't have the ability at all.

Seeing that the crowd returned to silence, Song Jinyu bowed to the crowd: "Everyone, please help."

"Song Shao, it's not that we don't help you, we really can't do anything."

"Yeah, tens of billions of consultation fees, money that we can't earn in our lifetime, how can we not be tempted? It's just that there is no real cure."

"Mr. Song's heart disease is not ordinary, but all his nerves are caught there."

"Elder Song's heart is actually dying. He hurt himself like this because he wanted to stimulate himself with severe pain and let himself know that he is still alive."

Dozens of doctors discussed and shook their heads one after another, unable to deal with Song Wansan's condition.

"I'll try it."

Just when Song Jinyu and the nephew of the Song family were in despair, Hua Qingfeng, who had been silent all along, stood up, with his hands behind his back, his eyes calm:
"To be honest, Mr. Song's illness is really difficult to diagnose and treat."

"I, Hua, have been practicing medicine for decades, and I have seen countless strange diseases, but this is the first time I have seen a disease like Mr. Song's!"

"As everyone said, Mr. Song's heart is dying. If there is no heart medicine, Mr. Song will die in a month at most."

"Although I'm not sure, I'm willing to give it a try."

"Because I got an isolated medical book half a year ago, which happened to have a set of acupuncture methods that can open up the eight extraordinary meridians."

His expression became firm: "Let me treat Mr. Song."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar again, but this time it was boiling, and they never thought that Hua Qingfeng could cure this disease.

Chen Jishi and the others gathered around to pay their respects.

Chen Jishi also asked curiously: "Old Hua, what kind of acupuncture technique have you mastered?"

"Three Talents Tongyou!"

Hua Qingfeng looked arrogant:
"The lost needling technique for dredging the eight extraordinary meridians is rumored to be left by Master Zhang. I practiced hard for a year before finishing nine needling techniques."

"The technique is not considered perfect, but it should be able to alleviate Mr. Song's condition."

His hesitation gradually turned into confidence.

Three talents?

Many of the doctors present here are Chinese medicine practitioners, and they are still quite knowledgeable. They were excited when they heard the name. This is really an acupuncture method that has been lost for many years.

"Old Hua is amazing. You can find acupuncture techniques that have been lost for so long. You are indeed a famous doctor in Longdu."

"I heard that the three talents have been trained to the extreme, and they can get through Ren and Du's second veins. It is very powerful, but it is also difficult to learn, otherwise it will not be lost."

"It's just Hua Lao's talent. If it were you and me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to learn it at the first shot."

Everyone praised Hua Qingfeng again.

Hua Qingfeng didn't care much, as always, he was calm and calm.

"Thank you, thank you Hua Lao!"

Song Jinyu also nodded hastily, with a grateful face, and then made a gesture of invitation:
"Mr. Hua, please apply the needle."

The sons and nephews of the Song family were also very excited: "Mr. Hua, please give the needle."

Hua Qingfeng didn't hesitate, he made some preparations, and then asked someone to come to the hospital bed with a silver needle.

He nodded slightly to Song Wansan, then picked up the silver needle and dropped it.

The silver needle is flying, and the technique is precise.

Soon, Song Wansan's Ermen, Guanyuan, Qihai and other positions were injected with silver needles.

As Hua Qingfeng twirled his fingers, the tail of the needle vibrated, and a blush gradually appeared on the acupuncture point.

Those blushes gradually became a clear red line.

Then, these red lines began to hit Song Wansan's meridians, making his withered old face a little more rosy.

Song Jinyu, Chen Jishi and a group of doctors leaned over to witness the 1000-year acupuncture skills.

Zhu Changsheng was also curious to join in the fun.

Only Ye Fan smiled lightly, then shook his head and stepped forward.

Soon after Hua Qingfeng administered the eighth injection, Song Wansan's eyes became brighter, which made Song Jinyu and his nephews extremely happy.

All eyes.

Hua Qingfeng picked up the ninth needle, ready to fall to Song Wansan's Shenque acupoint.

"Stop! This set of acupuncture is indeed "Three Talents Tong Yu"."

At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly took a step forward, and Shi Potian shouted in shock:

"But Mr. Hua didn't learn it completely. The first eight stitches were all right, but the ninth stitch was wrong. It should be a stitch missing, and Mr. Hua figured it out by himself."

"Mr. Song will only live for half an hour after the needle falls."

The voice fell to the ground, and the audience was shocked.

The entire hall was silent, and everyone turned their heads to look at Ye Fan in a daze...

(End of this chapter)