Countryside Magic Doctor

In one breath of the old man, the heart contracts autonomously, then compresses the blood, passes the blood that has been added with oxygen through the engine of the heart, and then injects it all over the body to meet the needs of the human body.

At the moment when the old man's heart contracted, he Feng suddenly looked out with his fingers and steadily pulled out the silver needle through the channel expanded by true Qi.

Suddenly, a shining silver needle appeared in his hand. At the tip of the silver needle, a black lead piece stood there, firmly wrapped around the tip of the silver needle.

"Well, take the old man away!" He Feng breathed out after pulling out the last silver needle, and then said to pan Chaoping.

Hearing what he Feng said, pan Chaoping was a little surprised, and then immediately asked with doubt and shock, "is it so fast? Is it so fast that nothing will happen?"

Hearing his words, he Feng smiled dumbly and said to him, "can't you rest assured of my medical skills?"

"No, no, that's not what I mean. You misunderstood." when he Feng said this, the honest man pan Chaoping waved his hand and said again and again.

Seeing pan Chaoping's nervous appearance, he Feng couldn't help smiling. He thought, fortunately, you want to meet Lao Tzu. Otherwise, you will go to the hospital this time. If you really want to treat the disease according to your method, you will send people to the hospital. I'm afraid there will be no people on the way.

You have to be wronged by others. Although you can't talk about it, you can't turn over in your life, but with pan Chaoping's honest appearance, his usual way of dealing with people and his bad interpersonal relationship.

I'm afraid people will make a mountain out of a molehill, and then in this life, I don't want to go any further. It's estimated that what the Qin Dynasty just said about studying abroad will also fail.

At this time, Maitreya Buddha suddenly came forward. As a middle-aged man, Maitreya Buddha has his own acuity. He can see that he Feng's skill is not available to ordinary people. If he takes it out, it will be a unique skill.

Even if it really can't cure any disease, but just this amazing skill, after taking it out, I'm afraid it will make a lot of people stunned and fall on their chin. At the thought of this, the middle-aged Maitreya Buddha's heart came alive.

He hurried forward a few steps, walked in front of He Feng with a smile, and then said, "Hello, I'm the attending doctor sun Yuxiang. I've just seen Mr. He's medical skills. It's really shocking to me that there are such amazing traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture and moxibustion skills in the world. I'm ashamed to see them. Why don't I learn western medicine?"

Obviously, unlike pan Chaoping, sun Yuxiang, the Maitreya Buddha, was a personal genius. Just this call, he not only flattered He Feng, but also flattered traditional Chinese medicine.

The most important thing is that the flattery is watertight, which makes people feel cool and never. The flattery is just right, and they won't feel that others are deliberately flattering themselves and disgusting.

He Feng couldn't help looking up and glancing at Sun Yuxiang, a chubby, smiling middle-aged man. At first glance, he was the kind of Maitreya like human spirit. Although he always smiled on his face and spoke in a kind tone, he Feng could clearly feel that he was an old fox.

However, although this man is an old fox, he Feng is not a good stubble. He is not salty and doubts with sun Yuxiang's hand. Then he smiled and said, "it's just some vulgar art. Why are you so shocked? It's no big deal."

When talking, there was no pride that young people should have, not at all. Sun Yuxiang expected that the young people were domineering, but like an old man who saw through the world and didn't care about these fame and interests.

"Mr. He is modest. Your medical skills are the top in China. I sun Yuxiang has seen the world, but you don't have to be modest when I see you for the first time!" Sun Yuxiang said again with a smile.

Hearing what he said, he Feng also knew that he was such a man. He couldn't change him. He waved his hand and said, "well, don't gossip. Let's go and send the old man to the hospital first. In addition, contact his family and let them hurry and send someone over."

Pan Chaoping still wanted to stop talking. He wanted to ask how to contact the old man's family? After all, the old man didn't have any documents or anything like that.

However, sun Yuxiang took charge of everything. He made trouble directly and was still in the slightly shiny pan Chaoping. Then he said to He Feng, "well, it's all on me. I don't have any other skills, but I still have the ability to arrange a ward and find a person!"

At this time, suddenly, there were bursts of coughing around. The voice was very weak. At first glance, it was what the people who had just climbed out of the gate of death said. Pan Chaoping, sun Yuxiang and these doctors, although there were some moral problems, they were all doctors with several years of clinical experience.

Even though his character is not good, he still has many real skills, especially sun Yuxiang, who is middle-aged. He is the second knife in the hospital. He has the best hearing and seeing. After hearing that he was coughing, he quickly turned around, then walked to the old man's side and hurriedly asked, "what's the problem with the old man?"

"Where am I?" after waking up, the old man kept fighting with the upper and lower eyelids of his eyelids. Both sides were like wrestlers. Each side had to pull the other hard, so that the old man took great effort to open a seam.

Looking at the big fat face in front of him, the old man coughed. A nurse hurriedly sent a small spoonful of water to his mouth and moistened his throat.

"Mr. Sun, you just passed out. Now we'll take you to the hospital right away. Can you say your family's mobile phone number or contact information first?" Sun Yuxiang looked at the old man and still saw that the old man's identity was not as ordinary as expected. Your words were full of words, It seems that the old man in front of me is treated as a big man.

In fact, the old man is really not a small man!

"Well, everything depends on you. By the way, call your Dean at the hospital. He knows me!" the old man said weakly. Then he didn't even report his address and contact information. He said directly. He knew the Dean, then went to sleep again and snored slightly.