Pale complexion, shortness of breath, purple blood vessels......

Ye Feng squatted down behind him, quickly glanced at the little boy, and then pinched his veins with his hand.

"Are you a Chinese medicine practitioner?"

The moment he saw Ye Feng's movements, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the middle-aged foreigner's mouth, and he asked him in a stiff Chinese language.

"Not bad. Ye Feng nodded calmly, and then quietly sensed the pulse.

After the middle-aged foreigner received a definite answer, the expression on his face became even more disdainful, and then he muttered at a very fast pace.

"What did he say?"

Although Ye Feng couldn't understand the foreigner's words, he also felt that it was not a good word.

"He said you're a witch doctor......"

The beautiful stewardess hesitated for a moment and explained to Ye Feng.

Shaman......

Ye Feng's eyes were cold when he heard this, but then he smiled bitterly in his heart.

The image of Chinese medicine in the eyes of the world is too deep-rooted, and in the modern society of injections and various chemical synthetic drugs, Chinese medicine, which insists on treating patients with Chinese herbal medicine, does seem so out of place.

Especially for these foreigners, using herbs to cure diseases is similar to witchcraft.

It is indeed imperative to revive Chinese medicine and reverse the image of Chinese medicine in the eyes of the world.

"Did he just eat any nuts?"

Less than two minutes later, Ye Feng looked up at the little boy's parents with anxious faces and asked in a deep voice.

But it's a pity that the parents obviously can't understand Huaxia, and they are at a loss for Ye Feng's questioning.

"He's wasting his time, and I can be sure with the honor of Presbyterian Hospital that the best way to treat him now is to perform a tracheostomy on him, and then make a forced landing and take him to the hospital to stop the bleeding. ”

But before Ye Feng could ask the beautiful flight attendant to translate on his behalf, the middle-aged foreigner said to the little boy's parents in a hurried tone.

Presbyterian Hospital seems to be quite famous, and the moment they hear this word, the little boy's parents are a little excited.

Not only them, but the purser also quickly walked to the captain and asked if he had contacted the nearest airport for forced landing.

"Translate for me and ask them my question. At this moment, Ye Feng said to the beautiful stewardess in a calm tone.

The language barrier can be said to be the biggest problem Ye Feng is facing now.

Give this young man a chance......

A good-looking face, no matter where you go, is useful, although the beautiful stewardess was also a little hesitant about whether Ye Feng could cure the disease, but seeing Ye Feng's sincere eyes and face, she still translated Ye Feng's question to the little boy's parents.

"Yes, he just ate a couple of pistachio slices from a salad side dish. ”

The boy's parents nodded in the affirmative.

"It is certain that he is not asthma, but nut allergy. I can be cured. ”

After Ye Feng heard the beautiful stewardess's translation, he was obviously relieved, and then said his own inference.

When he first touched the little boy's pulse, he found that the little boy did have asthma, but what was a little strange was that according to the analysis of the pulse, it seemed that the little boy's coma was not asthma, but other causes.

"Witch doctor, don't waste any more time, if you don't cut the trachea, he'll die. ”

The middle-aged foreigner doctor was a little impatient, frowned, and said coldly to Ye Feng.

"If you don't cut your trachea, you'll die?" Ye Feng knew that if he wanted to be treated, he had to pass the middle-aged foreigner's level, so he smiled calmly and said lightly: "I can use my life as a guarantee, although he has asthma, but the situation at the moment is definitely not caused by asthma;

"I can take the honor of Presbyterian Hospital......" the middle-aged foreigner shrugged.

"Honor, what can you do with your so-called honor?" Ye Feng smiled faintly.

The middle-aged foreigner's face sank, and he was about to refute, but at this moment, the purser came in a hurry, and his face was very ugly and muttered a lot to the little boy's parents and the middle-aged foreigner.

"What did she say?" Ye Feng didn't understand, so he had to ask the beautiful stewardess.

"The purser said that the captain contacted the nearest airport, but because we were in the ocean at the moment, it would take an hour to arrive even if we changed routes. If you return home, it will take longer. The flight attendant explained.

"I'm sorry, but the tracheostomy is only a first aid to alleviate his condition, and if he can't get to the hospital within half an hour, I still can't guarantee his life. It took an hour to get to the airport, so there's nothing I can do about it. ”

At the same time, the middle-aged foreigner, who was originally full of confidence, suddenly spread his hands to the little boy's parents, and continued: "From the time I entered the hospital to the present, I have always maintained the honor that there has not been a single death of a patient on call, and I cannot destroy my honor because of useless struggles." ”

When the little boy's parents heard this, their faces turned gloomy, especially his mother, who hugged the little boy tightly, and tears continued to drip down like broken threads.

The sad expression made people feel a little sentimental when they saw it.

A loving mother loves her son, and family affection knows no borders or races.

"Is honor important, or is life important?" Because of the simultaneous translation of the beautiful flight attendant, Ye Feng quickly understood the words of the middle-aged foreigner, and after sneering at the middle-aged foreigner, he asked the beautiful flight attendant to translate to the parents of the little boy on his behalf: "I can guarantee with my life that I can cure him." ”

When the little boy's parents heard Ye Feng's words, they glanced at each other, and their eyes showed expectation and apprehension.

They didn't want their children to die and wanted to accept Ye Feng's kindness, but the middle-aged foreign doctor's evaluation of Ye Feng as a 'witch doctor' just now made them worry that Ye Feng would not be able to help them.

At this moment, the beautiful stewardess's eyes changed, and she whispered something to the little boy's parents.

As soon as the words fell, the little boy's parents nodded hesitantly.

"You, go find me a vomit bag and put it in front of him!"

Seeing their expressions, Ye Feng quickly reached out and hugged the little boy in his arms, and said to the purser while stretching his hands diagonally from his back to his chest and abdomen and pressing gently.

When the purser heard this, he hurriedly picked up the vomit bag and put it in front of the little boy.

Vomit!

As soon as the vomit bag was opened, Ye Feng's hands were slightly forced, and the little boy leaned over and squirted out a bunch of salads that had not been completely digested.

In the viscous filth, you can vaguely see the whole pistachio slices.

Although the vomit was disgusting, the eyes of the beautiful flight attendant became strange when she saw the contents inside.

Ye Feng hadn't eaten lunch or read the menu, so he had no reason to know that the lunch served by the plane was a nut salad.

And since he can judge this situation, maybe he is not a 'witch doctor' as the middle-aged foreigner said, but a real doctor, a rare good doctor!

(End of chapter)