Chapter 600: Medical Skill Contest

Although Mo Wen laughed, but after hearing Mu Bing's words, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, the meaning of this mess is too broad, and naturally it also includes the women around Mo Wen, if every woman cares about Mo Wen's complicated woman's fate, then he shouldn't do it at any time, it's too late to think about how to coax women. "Words, feelings, first, http://www.Klxsw.com

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Even so, Mo Wen's expression was still calm, and he smiled faintly, "Don't worry, you should relax, you should play, you should eat, and after the Bingbing time, your health is not good, you must pay attention to your body, now that you have time, you can recuperate your body, Palia's recipe, you can also follow that recipe to recuperate, and when I come back next time, you will gain weight"

"People don't do it" Mu Bing heard Mo Wen's words, the tears in his eyes hadn't dried yet, he hugged Mo Wen, tears flowed out again, and cried, "If mosquitoes make me fat, you won't like me"

"How come, you are all women I don't ask, no matter what changes, my love for you will never change, even if you are fat like a pig, I won't dislike you haha" Mo Wen gently stroked Mu Bing's hair, haha laughed.

Even if Mo Wen said this remark, it was a bit of a joke, but several women could hear that this guy was very sincere.

"Cut, these sweet words make me happy again, but I like to listen to them, hehe" Mu Bing laughed.

"Mosquito me, I can't bear you" Lisa said with a crying voice, just had a little progress in the relationship with Mo Wen, he was leaving, Lisa was naturally reluctant in her heart.

"Hehe" Mo Wen chuckled, glanced at Lisa, reached out and patted Lisa's shoulder, and comforted, "Aunt Lisa, you are an elder, you can't embarrass me, how much is needed here for you to deal with, I can only make things more confused and obedient here now"

Of course, Lisa knows the subtlety of this, and she can still tell the pros and cons clearly.

Nodding heavily, looking at Mo Wen, he turned from crying to laughter and said in a coquettish voice, "Well, I understand, you promised me to come over early, I and the sisters are waiting for you"

"Hmm" Mo Wen heard Lisa's words, nodded and said, "It's not too early, I should leave, otherwise I won't be able to catch the plane."

After speaking, Mo Wen was escorted by everyone and drove to the airport in Bogeria.

An hour later, Mo Wen boarded the plane to Jinhua, Huaxia, under the reluctant eyes one after another.

It wasn't until the last person boarded the plane that the cabin door slowly closed, and in the eyes of everyone, the plane slowly rose into the air, rising higher and higher, and disappeared into the depths of the white clouds with the strong worry of these women.

Mo Wen looked at the gold outside the window, a tear fell from his eyes, and he muttered to himself, "Mom, I will definitely come back again"

Ischenbell sat next to Mo Wen, and she could hear Mo Wen's words clearly, such a simple sentence, Ischenber was affected, his psychology was sour, and tears almost couldn't help but flow out.

She is the same as Mo Wen, she is a person who has lost her mother, however, Ischenbel Mowen is much luckier, after all, she has lived with her mother for more than two hundred years, under the care of her mother, she does not have a nightmarish childhood like Mo Wen, as long as she thinks of Mo Wen's past, as a woman, Ischenbel has a special love for the man in front of her.

The plane was flying rapidly in the sky, Mo Wen was silent since he took the plane, looking at the white clouds outside the window that kept retreating, and his mind kept thinking about all the things he encountered in Bogeria, including the mysterious man, and even what this person looked like, he didn't see it, such a master, his storage zài, caused a great threat to Mo Wen, faintly, Mo Wen felt that he wanted to rescue his mother, it was still too early, and what happened twenty years ago was by no means as simple as he imagined

"What's wrong with you, old sir, wake up, old sir"

Suddenly, a hurried shout woke Mo Wen up.

It had been more than an hour since the plane had flown and after Mo Wen woke up, Ma glanced in the direction of the sound, only to see more than a dozen people gathered around and discussing

"What's wrong with him, he's having a heart attack?"

"Who is the family of this old gentleman, what is wrong with him?"

"Open his duffel bag and see if there is any medicine, this old gentleman must have a heart attack"

"Is there a doctor on the plane, who is the doctor, there is a patient here, who can save him. An anxious cry for help from a flight attendant rang out on the plane.

Mo Wen heard these chatters and cries for help, and instinctively stood up from his seat, he saw the crowd standing in the aisle of the plane, on the ground, at this moment, lying down thinking that the old man with white hair, the old man's face was pale and colorless, his lips trembled slightly, and the stewardess who asked for help was holding a glass of warm water in her hand, and was trying to feed the old gentleman to drink.

At this time, an elderly man walked up to the old man while picking up the crowd, and said, "I'm a doctor, get out of the way, surround him like this, the air is not good, everyone spread out and give the patient a little space for me to see what's wrong with him."

Mo Wen frowned, subconsciously glanced at Ischenbel, and then hurriedly walked in the direction of the old man.

If it was in Pogeria, Mo Wen would definitely not join in the excitement again, but now he is already on his way back to China, and 80% of the passengers on the plane are Chinese, so Mo Wen couldn't help but stand up and hurried over.

When he walked up to the old man, the old man who claimed to be a doctor just now had already taken the pulse of the old man and began to diagnose the old man.

The old man was lying on the ground at this time, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his face turned pale as white as a white face, his lips trembled, his hands trembled, like spasms, twitching, just now the stewardess fed him a glass of warm water, almost at the same time as he became ill, he spit out of his mouth, and in the warm water that spit out, there was also a kind of foam with a bloody color.

No one knew what had happened to the old man, and if it was a heart attack, the symptoms would definitely not look like this.

The young man looked flustered, and when he took the pulse of the old man, he said "epilepsy"

Mo Wen stood aside, glanced at the young man's expression, and said without hesitation: "The patient is indeed epilepsy, you fed him boiling water just now, and now it has caused this old gentleman's breathing tube to be blocked, and it needs to be treated by a horse, otherwise the old gentleman's life will be in danger." ”

When the young man heard Mo Wen's words, he also confirmed that his judgment was correct, he turned to look at Mo Wen in surprise, and asked, "Young man, how do you know that he has epilepsy, and you don't have a pulse, you can determine what disease this patient is guilty of by visual inspection alone, tell me how we should deal with it now?"

Mo Wen didn't think about it at all, shook his head, and said, "Looking, hearing and asking, it is the essence of Chinese medicine, if you need to take the pulse when you see a doctor, then how to diagnose the cause of the patient when the ancient men and women are not intimate, now is not the time to discuss these, quickly find two people, tilt the old gentleman's body, head down, pat his chest, and give him the beginning of the infusion just now, and his mouth is bitten, find some disinfectant water to drag it down, he will be in danger of life." ”

Hearing Mo's words, the young man nodded, and said to the flight attendant, "Miss, you go and do what this young man said, and go get the first aid kit and get alcohol or something, we really need these things."

Mo Wen heard the words of the young man, and before the stewardess left, he hurriedly asked the two men in their early thirties beside him to pick up the old man, tilting slightly, Mo Wen slapped the old man's chest with his hand, and after a while, the old man's mouth coughed up more blood, and at the same time, Mo Wen's silver needles also pierced into the acupuncture points of the old man's body at this moment.

The movements were fast and skillful, and in the blink of an eye, sixty-three silver needles quickly pierced the acupuncture points of the old man's body.

The people on the plane were stunned, this young man who looked to be in his twenties, was so fast that no one could see how he did it.

Doctor Nian looked at Mo Wen's movements in shock, and then carefully looked back at the old man's reaction, the pale and colorless face just now slowly eased, and the convulsions of his body had stopped, this process, Mo Wen only took a little more than a minute.

Fast, accurate, ruthless, it only took a little more than a minute to complete the entire treatment process, especially the action of pricking the needle, fast or it could be faster, together with the young man who was a doctor, he didn't see clearly how Mo Wen did it.

As the so-called learning is not precipitous, the master is the first, the young man looked at Mo Wen, his eyes were full of excitement and admiration, his lips trembled, he stood beside Mo Wen excitedly, and said, "Young man, your medical skills are simply amazing, I am the youngest doctor I have ever seen, you have never seen the needle piercing technique just now, I have just observed your technique, I take the liberty of asking, which famous doctor is this taught to you I dare to say, in the whole of China, I am afraid that even Lan Longyi, Xiong Jie doesn't have such a fast needle prick technique as you, and how do you practice, where are you from Huaxia, which hospital is too fast, I don't even see how this is done, I've been a doctor for decades, today is the first time I've seen you so fast, young man, tell me quickly, who is your teacher, I will definitely visit me another day."

Hearing that the doctor asked countless questions this year, Mo Wen almost didn't vomit blood directly, so many questions, let him answer which one first