Chapter 304 White Worker!

"Cousin, do you really have this and that······ Does the fox stink?" Out of the room, Zhang Wan's cousin asked with a concerned expression. In fact, she had already faintly believed Yang Yi's words in her heart, and she had wondered why her cousin had such a strong perfume every time, but now it seems that it should be to cover the smell on her body.

"Cousin, don't you believe me?" Zhang Wan looked at her cousin pitifully, her eyes were already full of tears, and she cried: "He is talking nonsense, I don't have it at all." Cousin, you must not believe the words of that charlatan. Didn't you notice? I just asked him to take my pulse like he did on TV, but he didn't even know how to take his pulse, so he just talked nonsense. I really hate it. ”

"Really?" Zhang Ya looked at Zhang Wan, who was still a little flustered with a deep face, although she and her cousin had met less often, they still knew her habits. If that person just said nonsense, it would be strange if this cousin didn't scold him to death, it would be impossible for him to come out of the room in such a hurry, this is not her style.

"Nature is true. Cousin, when did I lie to you?" Zhang Wan said almost coquettishly.

Zhang Ya smiled meaningfully at Zhang Wan, and quipped in a low voice: "I heard him say that it can cure fox odor, if some people want to cure the disease, they can't miss this opportunity." ”

Zhang Wan smiled at her cousin a little miserably, and then pulled her to sit on the sofa, looking at her cousin, who looked a little similar to herself, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

As soon as Zhang Wan cried, Zhang Ya immediately panicked, and hurriedly wiped her tears with a tissue on the table, and said, "Cousin, don't cry, cousin was just joking with you just now, don't you care? Don't cry, my cousin will go out and buy you something delicious later. ”

Zhang Wan smiled, wiped her tears, looked at Zhang Ya with a bitter face, and said, "Cousin, do you know? I actually really hate myself, I hate why I got this disease, that smell makes me sick to death." I sometimes want to have my two nasty arms sawed off. When I was young, I played with other children, and they hated that I had that smell, so they didn't want to play with me, and often called me a stinky girl. When I was in kindergarten and elementary school, the children in the class were also disgusted, and no one wanted to be at the same table with me. I really felt so lonely at that time, but my parents were always so busy that they didn't have time to take me to the doctor. Eventually, when I grew up, I went to the hospital on my own. But those doctors only know how to collect money, and they don't treat people at all. I tried many hospitals but couldn't get a cure, and in the end I had to sneak my mother's perfume and apply it to my body. I've been afraid to have a boyfriend all these years because I'm afraid they'll dislike me. ······" As she spoke, Zhang Wan's tears flowed down as if the floodgates had been opened.

Zhang Ya looked at this cousin, who was only one year younger than herself, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable in her heart. She could hardly imagine how her cousin came over when she was a child, and she was a little distressed and held Zhang Wan in her arms. He whispered, "Cousin, it's going to be fine, didn't Doctor Yang just say it, he can treat it." He can cure even a disease as intractable as grandpa, let alone your little illness, right? ”

"But I have already offended him just now, what if he doesn't treat me?" Zhang Wan said with some grievances.

Zhang Ya smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, cousin, I'll tell him later." If you don't agree, hum, I'll say that if he cures my cousin's illness, my cousin will promise to do so. I don't believe he'll say yes. ”

"Cousin, why don't you make a promise. Hate to die. ”

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Yang Yi didn't know what the two chicks were discussing, and if he heard their conversation, Yang Yi would be happy to let them both agree to each other. Helplessly, he glanced at the old man who was still sleeping on the bed, looked at Mo Zhan with a somewhat lonely expression with some embarrassment, and said softly: "Old Mo, I'm sorry, there's only so much I can do." Yang Yi knew that in fact, Old Man Mo had great hopes for himself, but now no one wants to see this result. But he is just a doctor, not a god. This is already the best effort he can do.

Old Man Mo forced out a smile, shook his head gently, and said, "It's okay, now this result is much better than I expected." At least this old guy doesn't have to put an oxygen mask on his mouth every day to live, and it's uncomfortable to watch. ”

"Doctor Yang, when will my dad wake up?" Zhang Feng asked a key question, although the old man seems to have recovered now, if he just keeps lying down like this, what is the difference between it and before?

The smile on Yang Yi's face stiffened slightly. Turning his head and looking at the old man who was still peaceful on the bed with a solemn face, he said in a deep voice: "This is very difficult to say, it is possible to wake up now, it may be tomorrow, and it may be next year." ”

"Is there no other way?" Zhang Feng's face was lost, if he didn't even have a way to do it now, then he would have lost even the last glimmer of hope.

Yang Yi frowned and thought about it, filtered all kinds of methods, and now there was no other way except to stimulate his several acupuncture points with silver needles. But the only thing that worries Yang Yi is that now the old man is unconscious, and whether he can feel the pain is a question. Anyway, I had to try. Yang Yi gritted his teeth and said with a solemn face: "I'll try to stimulate the old man with a silver needle, but whether I can wake up or not depends on the will of God." ”

"Good, good. Then give it a try. Zhang Feng hurriedly moved his position out of the way. As long as there is a way, there is still hope after all.

Yang Yi took out the Longxing needle again, glanced at Old Man Mo very solemnly, and then carefully pierced the needle into the old man's body.

Not only did several doctors widen their eyes and watch Yang Yi's hand pierce the old man's body like lightning, but even Zhang Feng and Mo Zhan looked at it seriously.

Yang Yi looked at the old man's expression carefully, and after the first needle, the old man did not react at all, and even the muscles at the place where the needle was pierced did not tremble in the slightest. Yang Yi sighed slightly in his heart, and then continued to prick the second and third injections. I have been inserting more than a dozen stitches without seeing the slightest change. Yang Yi ruthlessly crossed Shen Yuan into the old man's body, and stimulated the most painful place in the old man's body a few times, but it had no effect, Yang Yi took Shen Yuan back a little helplessly. and unwillingly inserted a needle between the old man's fingernails, the so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, if this place can't be stimulated. Then even if the old man's old bones are dismantled now, it is estimated that there will be no reaction.

But just as Yang Yi pulled out the needle, the old man's finger moved imperceptibly. Yang Yi was ecstatic, grabbed the old man's hand, and pierced the old man's fingernails without a silver needle. Zhang Feng, who was watching, almost couldn't help but come up to stop it, where is this cure, it's simply torturing patients. What's more, this patient is still his father.

This time, a trace of pain finally appeared on the old man's face, and only Yang Yi saw the movement of his fingers just now, but now the expression on his face is not something that can be seen by a blind person. Zhang Feng took the old man's other hand with a happy face and shouted, "Dad, Dad, wake up, wake up." ”

Mo Zhan also walked to the side of the bed with an anxious face, and said in a deep voice: "Old guy, I'm Mo Zhan, did you hear me?"

Yang Yi didn't dare to hurt the old man anymore, and quietly put away the silver needle. Then he looked at the old man's reaction with a look of hope. Everyone was looking forward to it, but the old man seemed to be asleep again, and there was no trace of reaction. For a moment, the whole room seemed a little quiet.

"Ahem. About ten minutes later, just when everyone was disappointed, two sudden coughs broke the silence. The old man woke up slowly, looking at a large circle of people in a bit of confusion. Then his eyes stopped on Mo Zhan's body, grinned with difficulty on his chapped lips, and said with some suspicion: "Are you Mo Zhan?"

"It's me, it's me. You're finally awake, old fellow, and you see you're sleeping. Mo Zhan said incoherently, and his excited eyes moistened a little. He has been friends with Zhang Yantong for almost a lifetime, and no one is more excited than him now.

"Why are you so old?" asked the old man, in disbelief.

"Dad. ”

"Dad. ”

The three brothers of Zhang Feng all called out respectfully. The identities of the three men are all existences that make some people look up to them outside, but at this time, they are like a child with a hint of crying, and their eyes are red looking at the old man on the bed.

Zhang Feng talked about the matter in general, especially the matter of how Yang Yi healed the old man. Only then did the old man know that he had slept for more than 20 years. I was a little embarrassed for a while.

Yang Yi wanted to slip out with a little weakness, after all, the old man's hands were still bloody, and if the old man knew that he was torturing him like this, he didn't know if he would be mad. This was once the second-in-command of the dignified General Staff Officer, and he was not a protégé all over the country? Yang Yi asked himself if he was no match for others.

The old man looked at his hands with a wry smile, and when he saw that Yang Yi wanted to stay, he chuckled: "Boy, do you think I should be grateful to you, or should I hate you?"

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, and said with a face full of grievances: "Old man, I am also here to treat you." Isn't this a last resort? Who made you sick and still lie in bed and not wake up?"

"If I don't wake up, you're going to prick me with a needle?" said the old man, with a hint of meaning on his face. "Say, what should I do?"

"What do you mean?" Yang Yi spread his hands helplessly, knowing that he would not save this old guy. It doesn't make sense at all.

The old man and Mo Zhan glanced at each other, then turned their heads and said, "You saved my life, but my hand was stabbed by you." I don't know what to do, so why don't you give me an idea!"

Day, isn't this clearly going to bully Lao Tzu. Yang Yi rolled his eyes helplessly, and said loudly: "Why do you say so much? Since this is the case, then I didn't save you." After Yang Yi finished speaking, he ignored Zhang Feng shouting behind him, and resolutely walked out of the room. When the door was closed, Yang Yi scolded in a low voice: "TMD, Lao Tzu actually worked as a day job, next time if there is such a thing, my grandson will come." ”