It was obviously unwise to start a war of words with Li Yan, and Yang Zhengxi was so stunned that he had to walk away.

Originally, he wanted to ridicule Li Yan, but he didn't think that he would become the target of ridicule in turn, and he was said to be powerless.

After eating the boxed lunch, Li Yan received a call from Mr. Song, saying that there was something very important and asked him to go to Funing Hospital.

Li Yan was puzzled, if he had something to discuss, he could make an appointment in a café bubble tea shop, why would he go to a ghost place like a hospital?

When I arrived at the emergency hall of the hospital, I saw Mr. Song talking with several middle-aged doctors in white coats.

Seeing Li Yan coming over, Mr. Song hurriedly greeted him, and said hurriedly: "You are here, you have encountered a very tricky matter, I want to see if you have a way." ”

"What's the matter, you have to go to the hospital and say, do you have relatives and friends who are sick?" asked Li Yan.

Mr. Song nodded: "An elder in the family who is very heavy, the doctors in the imperial capital are basically helpless, and I can only be a dead horse doctor now." ”

Li Yan raised his eyebrows: "Even the famous doctors in the imperial capital can't do anything, what's the use of you looking for me, I'm not a doctor!"

"I know that you are proficient in traditional Chinese medicine, Guo Tianhao was in a car accident, you saved him, Wu Canghai entered the morgue, and asked you to save him, the old man of the Cao family had an illness, and you also saved his life, so don't be modest at this time. ”

Mr. Song's expression when he spoke seemed to be telling Li Yan that I had already found out clearly, don't think about fooling the past with three or two sentences.

"I ...... I'm just a blind cat and a dead mouse, but I just know a little about Chinese medicine, but I don't dare to say that I am proficient. Li Yan said with an embarrassed expression.

If you can cure the disease and save people, then everything is easy to say, but if you can't save the life with limited ability, things will be in trouble.

Moreover, Mr. Song said that the patient was a very high-status elder of the Song family, and it was very likely that he was a high-ranking old man, and Li Yan did not dare to take over such a patient at will.

Taking a deep breath, Mr. Song said: "Li Yan, let me tell you the truth, this elder is very important to our lineage, if his old man can't survive this hurdle, I will lose my position in the Song family, and you will also lose a big help at that time." ”

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, it seemed that the matter was also involved in the internal struggle of the Song family, if he interfered in this kind of thing, it would be easy to be hated.

However, what Mr. Song said is right, if he loses power in the Song family, the only link between himself and the Song family will break, which is equivalent to missing a right-hand man.

During this period of time, the Song family has really helped him a lot, especially in dealing with the hidden Li family, the Song family has contributed a lot, and they will have to count on them a lot in the future.

After pondering for a moment, Li Yan made up his mind and said, "I can try to treat the patient, but we have a word first, and you also said that the doctors in the imperial capital are helpless, and I dare not guarantee that the doctor will be cured." ”

Mr. Song pursed his lips and said in a sincere tone: "I understand, you just have to let go of the treatment, if you really can't go back, I won't blame you for it." ”

At this time, an old doctor wearing glasses walked over and asked with a slightly surprised expression: "Mr. Song, could it be that the holy hand of Chinese medicine you are talking about is Mr. Li?"

It was Zeng Ming, vice president of the city hospital, who spoke, because Rock Pharmaceutical had business dealings with the city hospital, so he naturally knew Li Yan.

"The Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Li Yan suddenly looked at Mr. Song, this guy really dares to mess with the title, do you want to hold it so high?

Mr. Song smiled slightly: "Dean Zeng doesn't know that Mr. Li is a master of traditional Chinese medicine, but he is usually low-key and rarely shows it to the public. ”

Li Yan touched his chin weakly, he almost had nothing to do with the word "low-key", and it became a hot search in the news some time ago, and he remained high on the hot search list.

Hearing Mr. Song's evaluation of Li Yan so high, Zeng Ming couldn't believe it, and couldn't see where Li Yan looked like a saint of Chinese medicine.

If you find an old man in his seventies and eighties, maybe it is a little convincing, Li Yan, a Mao boy in his twenties, doesn't want to be proficient in Chinese medicine.

However, since Mr. Song said so, Zeng Ming was not easy to question, and took the two to the old man's ward.

On the way, I heard Mr. Song say that the old man was in a high position before he retired, although he has retired for more than ten years, but his influence is still there, and many political bigwigs are subordinates who have been promoted by the old man.

As long as this old man is alive, Mr. Song's status in the Song family will be as stable as Mount Tai, but if the old man dies and people go to tea and cool, the situation is not so easy to say.

The internal struggles of the extended family are also brutal, especially the struggle for control of the family, and sometimes the pressure of internal competition exceeds that of the outside world.

Regarding the internal affairs of the Song family, Li Yan didn't ask much, and he didn't want to interfere, the more he knew, it might not be a good thing, the role he played now was that of a Chinese medicine practitioner, who only treated the sick and saved people, and didn't ask anything else.

When Li Yan and the three arrived, the old man was still hanging a drip, and there was a middle-aged couple guarding the ward, and Mr. Song said when he came that it was the old man's son and daughter-in-law.

Nodding with the two, Li Yan sat on the side of the hospital bed and carefully checked the patient's pulse.

You can't be sloppy when treating such a big man, Li Yan is engrossed in feeling the pulse and minimizing the chance of mistakes.

The old man's son is called Song Haifeng, and like Mr. Song, he is a soldier of no lower rank.

He had seen the magic of the healing liquid, and he also knew that this magic medicine was in Li Yan's hands, so he was not very suspicious of the identity of his holy hand of traditional Chinese medicine, but he was worried that Li Yan would not be able to cure the old man's illness.

Before coming to Funing, the Song family had found a number of famous Chinese medicine doctors to show the old man, and he had eaten a lot of herbs, but his condition did not improve much.

In desperation, the family agreed to transport the old man to Funing to try his luck.

Slowly letting go of the fingers on the pulse, Li Yan's brows furrowed tightly.

He had already judged that the old man had a variety of diseases, including diabetes and high blood pressure.

If it was just a single disease, it wouldn't be too much of a problem, but now that multiple conditions are intertwined, the situation becomes much more complicated.

Li Yan's medical skills are inherited from several famous doctors in ancient times, and they are more clever than modern Chinese medicine, which is certain, but he is not a living immortal.

The old man is nearly eighty years old, his body function is already in a stage of decline, and he has been sick for a long time, and his physique is getting weaker and weaker, and it is not easy to be cured.

Noticing Li Yan's grim expression, Mr. Song's heart suddenly panned, and he hurriedly asked, "How is the patient's condition?"

"This ...... I can only say that I did my best, and I didn't dare to say anything about it. Li Yan pursed his lips and said.

If the patient were ten years younger, he would be 60 percent sure that he would be cured, and now he is at most 30 percent.

Mr. Song pulled Li Yan aside, lowered his voice and asked, "You can even save the dead, so you really can't do anything about me, an elder?"

Li Yan smiled bitterly: "I said that Wu Canghai is an extremely special case, he was just in a rare state of suspended animation at that time, if he really died, and I didn't have the elixir to come back to life, how could I be saved." ”

Mr. Song also knew that he was too anxious, so he was confused, so he barely calmed down and asked, "Then tell me honestly, how sure are you?"

Li Yan didn't speak, and stretched out three fingers.

"Is it only 30%?" Mr. Song looked somewhat disappointed.

After a moment of silence, Li Yan said: "Give me a little time, I'll go back and think about the treatment plan, maybe the certainty will be higher." ”

patted Li Yan on the shoulder, and Mr. Song said in a deep voice: "Then trouble you, no matter what the final result is, I will keep this favor in my heart." ”

Seeing Li Yan away, Song Haifeng glanced at his old father on the hospital bed, and sadness appeared in his eyes.

He could hear the conversation between Li Yan and Mr. Song just now, and Sancheng's grasp was pitifully low.

The old man can't stand the toss, and if he doesn't get better this time, it will only aggravate his condition and shorten his lifespan.

"Husband, isn't that Li Yan the boss of the rock medicine industry, he really knows how to see a doctor?" Song Haifeng's wife questioned.

"Since people dare to take this porcelain job, there must be a diamond diamond, there is no three, two, three, how dare to go to Liangshan, I just don't know if his diamond is hard enough. Song Haifeng sighed and said.

Returning to the ward, Mr. Song was relieved: "Don't look at Li Yan's lack of fame in the Chinese medicine industry, he has saved several business bigwigs, and the thirty percent he said should be a conservative estimate." ”

"People who are really capable often don't talk too much, and the healing liquid he took out was amazing enough, so I would take my father to Funing to try my luck. Song Haifeng said helplessly.

Western medicine is helpless, and other Chinese medicine practitioners are also lacking in skills, and now Song Haifeng has no other way out except to believe in Li Yan.

Western medicine experts estimate that if they cannot receive effective treatment in the short term, patients may not survive the New Year.

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When he arrived at home, Li Yan conceived a number of treatment plans, but in the end he denied them one by one, which made him very troubled.

Since you have decided to take over this patient, of course, you must be responsible for it and do your best to cure the old man.

racked his brains and couldn't come up with a perfect solution, so Li Yan had to log in to the live broadcast room of the underworld and ask a group of fans to help.

Life and death are rich and noble, and how long they can live depends on the longevity of the elderly.

When he took the pulse just now, Li Yan could feel that the old man should not last long, even if there was a special medicine to maintain it, it would be a few months at most.

If his longevity is indeed only so long, Hua Tuo can't be cured while he is alive, and no matter how good the medicine is, it will be in vain, unless he can increase the longevity of the old man.

Usually if there is any good thing, Li Yan usually leaves a copy for Judge Cui, and the friendship between the two sides has deepened, and it is not a problem to ask him to help check a person's longevity.

After checking, I learned that the old man was eighty-two years old, and I heard Mr. Song mention the age of the old man before, which is eighty-two years old this year, indicating that his life expectancy is about to end, and mortal treatment methods can no longer solve the problem.

The longevity charms he got before were all used on his relatives, Li Yan had no choice but to ask the audience for help, if there was really no way, he could only resign himself to fate.