"Wake up, Mr. Bill speaks, he wakes up from his coma!"

"God, the magical Ye Feng, the magical Chinese traditional Chinese medicine, the magical ancient civilization of the East!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Ye's words before the game are really not big words, he really let the people of San Francisco see a miracle, and let the people of the whole country witness the miracle created by an ancient civilization!"

Seeing Bill's lips move, the photographer felt as if his scalp was about to explode, pinching the microphone, and admiring madly.

Resurrecting a deep comatose vegetative person is an out-and-out miracle in the history of medicine!

What's even more amazing is that Ye Feng does not rely on any advanced scientific and technological means, but a simple pair of hands and a few needles, such a simple and ingenious means cannot help but make people feel incredible.

Since the first thing Bill said after waking up was 'I was wrong', it means that he didn't save him in vain this time.

After hearing Bill's words, Ye Feng nodded with satisfaction.

People are not saints and sages, who can do nothing, but as long as they know their mistakes and can change them, they are still good, and since the matter is irreparable, he is willing to give Bill a chance to make amends.

"Mr. Ye, thank you, I will definitely fulfill the promise I made to you, and later I will inform the media about the entanglement between my father and Parker, and donate my equity to the charity foundation. ”

Catherine heard her father's voice, covered her mouth excitedly, and after sobbing a few times like broken threads, she bowed to Ye Feng at a standard ninety degrees, and then said sincerely.

Ye Feng nodded slightly, then walked to Bill's hospital bed, put his hand on his pulse, and re-called his pulse.

"Ye Feng, do you have any questions about Mr. Bill?"

Seeing Ye Feng's actions, Dr. Haosen asked nervously.

Although Bill has returned to normal and is sober, what if there are any after-effects?

"It's okay, I'm just checking on his condition right now. Ye Feng replied casually.

In fact, Bill is now completely awake from a coma, and the reason why he can't sit up and talk and open his eyes is because his body is used to the state of coma, and the weakness after being in bed for more than half a year, as long as he gets used to it, he will be fine, and he doesn't need to take his pulse or anything at all.

However, for Ye Feng, the reason why he rescued Bill this time was to use this opportunity to use traditional Chinese medicine to conquer the people of the United States, and let the world know how amazing this ancient medical skill is.

Everything is still live streaming at the moment, and since someone advertises for free, how can he miss such a good opportunity.

"Oh my God, Mr. Ye is really careful, after he cured Mr. Bill, he was not proud at all, but was still carefully diagnosing the patient!"

"His posture of closing his eyes and checking his pulse is really handsome, I want to be fascinated by him!"

I have to say that a handsome young man sits quietly in front of the hospital bed to check his pulse, such a picture is so lethal that it can be said to be unparalleled.

I don't know how many girls have pink bubbles in their eyes because of this scene.

The photographer was quick and immediately took a picture of Ye Feng's silhouette at the moment, ready to be used as tomorrow's headlines.

And even Ye Feng himself did not expect that after many years, the traditional Chinese medicine halls in the streets and alleys of Miguo used the silhouette of this photo as a trademark, in order to show that they were the orthodox inheritance of Chinese traditional Chinese medicine.

And the photographer who took this photograph sold the negative at an auction many years later, and a buyer bought it for 100 million, making it the most expensive photograph in history.

After a long time, when Ye Feng felt that if he continued to check Bill's pulse, he was afraid that he would pretend to be too much and would be thundered by the sky, so Shi Shiran got up, opened the door of the ward and walked out.

"Ye Feng!"

"Leaf, great leaf, miracle boy!"

As soon as he walked out of the room, he was greeted by deafening applause.

Whether it is the rice people who yearn for Chinese culture, or the rice people who have prejudices against China, after witnessing Ye Feng's methods with their own eyes, they all expressed their admiration for his behavior with applause from the bottom of their hearts.

The sound was so loud and incessant that it almost knocked the ceiling down.

"The hospital is a quiet place, and while I enjoyed the applause, it was best for us not to interfere with the rest of the patients. Ye Feng smiled and waved his hand, signaling that everyone didn't have to applaud, his eyes swept away, and fell on Ryan, who was pale in the crowd and his eyes were uncertain, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ryan, I don't know if my performance just now can be worthy of the word miracle?"

In order to prevent Ryan and the audience in the venue from not being able to understand, Gentle and Natural translated every word Ye Feng said.

Ryan looked at Ye Feng embarrassedly and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

He trampled on Ye Feng before he was treated, and he also belittled Huaxia medical skills, but now, Ye Feng used real means to prove to him how broad and profound Huaxia medical skills are.

In the face of the ironclad facts, the words he had said before were like slaps in the face, and they were slapped his cheeks one after another, making him want to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Damn Ye Feng, damn the Chinese, why is this ancient country so mysterious?

As he laughed, he cursed in his heart as he hid into the crowd.

I insulted the master so much, it's not too cheap to let you go like this!

But the master won't kill you first, just let you suffer a little, so it's not a punishment for not teaching!

Seeing this, Ye Feng smiled coldly, his eyes quickly fell on a patient with many large pus pockets on his face, he endured the nausea, his mana worked, and after patting him lightly on the shoulder, he pulled out the sick qi and threw it into Ryan's body.

"Ah, my face! Why is my face so itchy?"

In just the blink of an eye, large pustules quickly crawled all over Ryan's cheeks, and the itch that pierced his heart made him uncontrollable to stretch out his hands and scratch his cheeks.

Fingertips swipeed, sharp nails pierced pus, and disgusting yellow water mixed with blood flowed down his face.

"What's wrong with my face?" At the same time, the pustule patient also held his face in surprise, shocked and inexplicable.

What's going on?

The crowd in the hallway was dumbfounded, wondering why a minute of effort, like God playing a game of changing faces in front of everyone, transferred the patient's condition to Ryan.

Could it be that even God favors this Chinese boy who symbolizes miracles, and does not allow anyone to insult him!

In an instant, a thought popped up in everyone's minds, and then their eyes became even hotter!

(End of chapter)