Seeing that Director Zhou checked the data, he didn't take any first aid measures for the patient at all, and the He family felt that the sky was falling.

"Director Zhou, can't you really rescue it again?"

"Are you taking any unconventional treatment methods for patients?" Director Zhou did not answer the question, but asked He Boyu instead.

Unconventional treatments?

Hearing Director Zhou's words, everyone looked at Tang Yin, because only Tang Yin had entered just now.

But after Tang Yin went in just now, the only strange move was to wave his hand, and he swept over Old Man He's body without touching his body.

"Director Zhou, what is the situation?" Seeing Director Zhou playing dumb riddles, He Boyu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"Ling Zun's various physical indicators are recovering rapidly, but this recovery is too unreasonable. Director Zhou looked at Tang Yin and answered He Boyu's question without looking back.

"You mean my father is okay?"

"I don't dare to say it yet, we need to look at it again. "As a doctor, Director Zhou certainly can't talk too much.

In fact, for any kind of disease, even the slightest cold, doctors do not dare to guarantee the patient, saying that it can be cured 100%, because even the easiest disease to treat has a chance of deterioration, but the probability is very small, but it does not mean that it will never be.

"Hello, what do you call it?" After answering He Boyu's question, Director Zhou was obviously more interested in Tang Yin.

Because he took over Old Man He's treatment, it can be said that he did his best.

Old Man He's physical condition is really strange, he can't detect any symptoms, but his physical function has been in an unstoppable continuous decline, and in the end he can only give up, and the He family has also invited some experts, but in the end, they are all helpless like him.

Suddenly, a miracle appeared, and the abnormal state of Old Man He's body disappeared, and as Old Man He's attending doctor, of course he was curious.

"My surname is Tang, Tang Yin!"

"May I ask Mr. Tang, what means did you use to treat Old Man He?"

"I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but I use unconventional treatment methods, which can't be explained by modern medicine, and I don't think you're an ordinary person, maybe you should be able to guess. Tang Yin smiled and said to Director Zhou, Director Zhou is also a supernatural powerhouse, but the level is very low, and he should have just stepped into the second star.

It is not easy for supernatural powerhouses to cultivate, and it is even more difficult to grow, so most supernatural powerhouses have individual strength concentrated below three stars.

"I see!" Feeling the fleeting power fluctuations on Tang Yin's body, Director Zhou understood.

Tang Yin deliberately showed fluctuations in strength, reminding him that Tang Yin was a supernatural powerhouse, and of course he was using unconventional means.

And this kind of method that can only be used by supernatural powerhouses, although the effect is miraculous many times, it is impossible to promote it at all, unless it can use the means of modern science and technology to simulate the means used by supernatural powerhouses, but the difficulty of this simulation is too high.

"Director Zhou, the patient is awake!" At this moment, the doctor on duty who was still in the intensive care unit was shocked.

When Old Man He was sent, he was already in a coma, and he had never been awake, and his physical condition had been declining, according to his experience, if no miracle happened, Old Man He would not survive for three days, and he might leave at any time.

And now there is a miracle, the body data is quickly restored, and the person has miraculously woken up.

"Awake?" He Boyu was simply overjoyed and sad, and at the same time took a deep look at Tang Yin.

He is not stupid, before Tang Yin entered the intensive care unit, his father could die at any time, and after Tang Yin went in and walked around, his father's physical state recovered, and he woke up, and he couldn't see that it was related to Tang Yin, which was insulting his IQ.

At the same time, he was also curious, how did he do it?

Director Zhou entered the intensive care unit again and began a more careful examination, and everyone could only wait anxiously for the final result outside.

"Young Master, I brought the painting!" When Director Zhou was examining Old Man He's body, a middle-aged man came running over, still holding a long wooden box in his hand.

"Mr. Tang, this is the painting that my father had to look at several times a day before he had a physical problem!" He Boyu immediately took the wooden box, and he didn't expect to hand it directly to Tang Yin.

What a thick yin qi!

Without touching the wooden box at all, Tang Yin could conclude that there was something wrong with the painting, and the yin qi in the painting had already begun to disperse.

If it is an ordinary person, even if it is a healthy adult, after a long period of exposure, there will definitely be a big problem.

It's just that ordinary people can't perceive the yin qi at all, and at most they feel a little shady.

"Good painting ......" Tang Yin opened the wooden box and unfolded the scroll, it is a landscape painting, and the painter is a masterpiece at first glance.

Sure enough, it turned out to be Song Xu!

One of the very famous painters of the Ming Dynasty, the word Chu, the name Shimen, Shimen Mountain, later became a monk.

The landscape in front of him, the painter is a little greener, and it is obviously the work before his painting skills reached their peak.

After unfolding and taking a look, Tang Yin knew it in his heart.

Sure enough, as Boss Song guessed, the supermarket king He Haoyang's illness is not an ordinary disease, so ordinary medical technology cannot treat it.

"Brother?, is there a problem with this painting?" Boss Song asked Tang Yin in a low voice.

"Didn't you already guess that?"

"I just guessed that Lao He bought this painting half a month ago, let a few of our friends look at it together, I felt that this painting was a little uncomfortable, it seemed to be a little cold, and persuaded Lao He to find someone who understands to see, but I didn't expect to receive the news that he was admitted to the hospital later. Boss Song sighed.

"What's wrong with painting? You're not playing tricks, are you?" a young man pouted, looking about the same age as Tang Yin.

"Shut up!" He Boyu immediately scolded, and then faced Tang Yin: "I'm sorry, this is my son He Kunpeng, he didn't mean it just now, please don't mind Mr. Tang!"

"It's okay!" Tang Yin didn't mind.

For ordinary people, they received an atheistic education, and they did not believe in ghosts and gods at all, and did not admit the existence of supernatural forces.

Tang Yin can understand He Kunpeng very well, after all, there are too many charlatans now, but the reputation of people who are really capable is not obvious.

After confirming that it was indeed a painting problem, Tang Yin didn't say much, and casually put the painting aside, waiting for Director Zhou's final inspection results.

"Observe for 24 hours, if the physical state does not recur, you can be transferred to a general ward, or you can go home to recuperate. After a very careful examination, it took half an hour for Director Zhou to come out of the intensive care unit again.

"Can you be discharged from the hospital?" He Boyu was even more surprised, a doctor allowed a patient to be discharged, there are generally two situations, one is that the patient's body has recovered to a certain extent, and there is no need to continue hospitalization, and the other is that there is no cure, and there is no need for treatment.

And Old Man He's situation should obviously be the first one.

The problem was less than an hour ago, and Old Man He could die at any time.

This simply doesn't make sense.

"I know your doubts, and in fact I'm weird too, but since you're the one you invited, I think you know better than I do. "Director Zhou left after the emergency treatment, as a director and an attending physician, his time is also very tight.

"Mr. Tang, can my father really be discharged from the hospital?" He Boyu looked at Tang Yin, he didn't underestimate Tang Yin anymore.

With a wave of his hand, a person who may die at any time can become a patient who can be discharged at any time, who dares to underestimate him?

"I'm not a doctor, I can only guarantee that the factors that affected Old Man He's health before don't exist, and the rest is the doctor's business. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Tang!" After listening to Tang Yin's words, He Boyu knew it in his heart.

Tang Yin and Director Zhou made judgments on their respective fields, and adding the judgments of the two together, that is, Old Man He returned to normal.

Of course, it is inevitable that the body will appear a little weaker, after all, he is old and has been sleeping for many days.

At this time, the doctor on duty in the intensive care unit also confirmed that Mr. He's health was fine, and he no longer restricted his relatives from visiting.

"Dad, how do you feel?" everyone suddenly rushed in and gathered around Old Man He's hospital bed.

"I'm fine!" Then he turned his head to look at Boss Song: "Old Song, I really should have listened to you, otherwise I wouldn't have had this difficulty!"

"Do you understand now?" Boss Song was as white as Old Man He.

"I understand, the problem lies in Song Xu's painting, but by the time I confirmed, it was too late, and I didn't even have time to call for help. ”

"Count yourself lucky, let me introduce you, this is my New Year's friend, Brother Tang Yin, the problem on you is what he solved!" Boss Song introduced Tang Yin.

"It turned out to be Mr. Tang, thank you Mr. Tang for saving your life!" He Haoyang struggled to sit up from the bed.

In the stunned situation of the He family, He Haoyang actually sat up, not at all like the person who was about to die at any time.

"You're welcome!" Tang Yin waved his hand.

"You all go out, I have something to say to Lao Song and Mr. Tang!" Then Old Man He waved his hand, and there were only three people left in the room.

"Mr. Tang, can you tell me about painting?" He Haoyang asked after driving everyone out.

"There are some things that you still don't know, and the more you know, the more troubles you have, you just need to know that the probability of you encountering this kind of thing is extremely low, basically the same as buying a lottery ticket and winning the jackpot!" Tang Yin looked at Old Man He, but didn't tell him that it was not a good thing for ordinary people to know the existence of ghosts.

Because ordinary people living in the city have a very low chance of encountering ghosts, unless someone deliberately plots.

In this extremely low probability of encountering ghosts, it is better not to know a carefree life than to know the life of worrying every day.

This is not a theory, but a reality.

The vast majority of people don't know about the existence of ghosts, and they have never seen ghosts in their lives, and they live well until they die.

"Well, I think Mr. Tang must have a way to deal with landscape paintings, right?" Mr. He guessed.

"There is a way, but this painting is a little troublesome to deal with, if you can rest assured, I need to take this painting back to deal with it!"

"Excuse me!" He Haoyang shook his head.

"Lao He, this painting is a scourge, if it is not treated, it will be a time bomb!" Song Jinhong was anxious.