"There it is." The moment Zhang Yi vomited in Meng Qingxin, he finally found out that something was wrong, and he found the cause.

The blood flow in the human body is regular, and it always maintains a regular operation until death.

However, the moment Meng Qingxin vomited, above a certain point in the stomach in his body, suddenly the blood flowed in the opposite direction, as if when the blood flowed to that position, it was blocked by something, and then flowed back.

This kind of reflux is also like the retrograde of true qi mentioned in martial arts novels, as soon as the blood flows back, the sudden squeezing causes Meng Qingxin to cause a reflex-like vomiting.

Zhang Yi didn't know much about medicine, but he was sure that it was the blood backflow that caused Meng Qingxin's vomiting.

"Got it? Mr. Lei, please help my husband! Hearing Zhang Yi say yes, the crescent moon was like grabbing a life-saving straw, and his whole body trembled with excitement, and although Meng Qingxin was vomiting, he was also excited.

"Turn around, don't move, take off your clothes, I'll try!" When Zhang Yi was talking, he had already started to help Meng Qingjin take off his shirt.

Taking off his shirt, Meng Qingxin's small body was presented in front of Zhang Yi, probably vomiting for several months, this Meng Qingxin was skinny, and his ribs were clearly visible.

In this case, I am afraid that he will vomit to death if he vomits for another month and a half, because his current physical condition is almost the same as that of a dead person who has been sick in bed for a long time.

Zhang Yi used his fingers to find a spot between Meng Qingxin's back ribs, which was the stuck point inside the stomach.

He flexes his fingers into a taper, then gently presses on the spot and begins to rub it with a gradual pressure.

"Huh?" Just when Zhang Yi began to rub and massage hard, Meng Qingxin, who was vomiting, suddenly reduced his vomiting, no longer vomited bile, but closed his eyes comfortably.

Zhang Xinyue looked at Zhang Yi in disbelief, because she knew very well the state of Meng Qingxin when she was sick, that is, she had to vomit for more than ten minutes every time.

But now, after only throwing up so many times, this Doctor Lei Feng just pressed his back, Meng Qingxin didn't vomit!

It's a miracle, they've found the right person.

"Isn't it much more comfortable?" Zhang Yi was massaging at this time, and at the same time continued to explore with his mind.

At that point, now the blood can't be dredged, and after Tong Guò is massaged and pressed, the blood begins to flow slowly.

"Well, there is no spitting out, it is much more comfortable, it has been three months, and it is the first time I feel so comfortable, Mr. Lei, thank you!"

"Don't thank me, it's not cured yet, you have a ...... here Well, it should be an acupuncture point, if there is a problem, there should be a disease after two hours! Zhang Yi shook his head and said, "I can only alleviate your illness now and let you relieve your pain." ”

Meng Qingxin took a deep breath: "Please Mr. Lei cure me, Meng must thank you!" ”

"I may not be cured well, but you find a Chinese medicine practitioner who can acupuncture acupuncture points, and then let Chinese medicine try, there should be no big problem, there is nothing wrong with your body itself, it is caused by qi and blood stasis, so it causes vomiting, and there is a problem with the acupuncture point I pressed, so find a Chinese medicine practitioner who can acupuncture and moxibustion, and treat you in detail, and after you are cured, you must also take care of your body!"

"Of course, if you vomit again after two hours, you can just ask Sister Zhang to help you rub here, it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Crescent, remember the location, draw it with a pen, quick!" Meng Qingxin said urgently.

"Uh-huh." Zhang Xinyue immediately nodded, took out an oil pen and drew a circle on the acupuncture points that Zhang Yi was massaging.

"Well, okay, it's unblocked, wait and see, see how it will be in two hours!" Zhang Yi found that through guò's own kneading, that point had been completely dredged.

In fact, Meng Qingxin really didn't have any illness, but there was something wrong there, and Zhang Yi also concluded that Meng Qingxin should have been hit three months ago or something, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.

Meng Qingxin got dressed with the help of Zhang Xinyue, finally got up, and took the initiative to stretch out his hands and said: "Mr. Lei, thank you for your kindness, you are a miracle doctor, this time I really saw it!" ”

"Don't say that, I don't even have a doctor's license!" Zhang Yi waved his hand again and again, saving people twice, both of which were just in time, if it was really a physical illness, he had no way at all.

"Hehe, these years I don't look at the ability, Mr. Lei has such a miraculous medical skill, I'm afraid the national players are not as good as you!" Meng Qingxin has been tortured for three months, and he has been looking for people everywhere to see him, and the money has been spent on millions, and he has also found any famous doctors, and those famous doctors also have certificates, but they are not as good as this unlicensed little doctor Lei if they have a certificate.

This little Doctor Lei is definitely a strange person.

Zhang Yi waved his hand and shook his head, refusing to say more, he would lose if he said too much, he was afraid that he would be exposed if he said too much. Because he's not a doctor at all.

"By the way, Mr. Lei's surname?" Meng Qingxin suddenly asked about Zhang Yi's real name, the name Lei Feng must be fake.

Zhang Yi thought for a while and replied: "My name is Zhang Yi, a native of Shandong, and I now live in the capital. ”

"Well, this is my business card, if there is anything to Dr. Zhang in the future, Meng must be in place!" Meng Qingxin handed over a business card, which said that the chairman of a real estate company in Shanghai!

This guy turned out to be a developer.

"Meng Dong is a big businessman." Zhang Yi put away his business card and said.

"It's not as good as those big developers." Meng Qingxin waved his hand.

The two chatted for a while, and before they knew it, more than 70 minutes had passed, and Meng Qingxin was about to get sick again.

When the time was almost up, he took the initiative to take off his clothes and motioned for Zhang Xinyue to help him massage for a while.

Zhang Yi was also observing Meng Qingxin's body.

Soon, after about a minute or so, Meng Qingxin felt vomiting, and Zhang Xinyue immediately followed Zhang Yi's previous appearance and vigorously massaged and pressed the acupuncture point with her fingers.

Meng Qingxin only vomited, and he didn't vomit yet, but then the vomiting feeling slowly weakened, and he himself endured vomiting.

Zhang Yi's eyes lit up a little at this time, because this time it was much lighter than just now!

"There is something wrong with the acupuncture points, and the massage and massage of the acupuncture points by Tong Guò should be able to gradually and completely recover!" Zhang Yi took a deep breath, it seemed that Meng Qingxin's illness was really cured by his own fake doctor.

"Haha, comfortable, cool!" Meng Qingxin laughed at this time, and Zhang Xinyue was still struggling to rub the acupuncture points, and she was also excited.

"Try a few more times, and massage this acupuncture point more when you don't get sick, it should be about the same." This is Zhang Yi's last confirmation, and his meaning is obvious, even if you don't find a Chinese medicine practitioner who knows acupuncture, it should be no problem.

"Okay, okay, almost, I'm completely out of the picture, Crescent, it's okay!" Meng Qingxin got dressed again, and even stood up and stretched his arms and thighs.

"Doctor Zhang, I'm going to be Dong tonight, we're here, I'll invite you to dinner!" Meng Qingxing was very excited, and when he found that his condition had improved, and it would not even take long to recover, his whole person's spirit returned.

People are like this, when some people have cancer, because their family members do not tell him, he can live for months or even years.

But if the family members tell him that he has a terminal illness, then his spirit will be scattered all of a sudden.

According to folk legends, most cancer patients are scared to death by themselves, because they know that they will die, so their spirit collapses, and because of this, the whole person will not live long at all.

But if he doesn't know that he has cancer and still maintains a healthy and positive attitude every day, then he can live a few more days, and sometimes even miracles.

"You're so weak now, it's not suitable to eat greasy or big fish and meat, you should recuperate first, so forget it, and I still have something to do, so that's it for today!"

"That'll do fine." Meng Qingxin nodded and said: "When my body is fully recovered, even if you go back to the capital, I will go to the capital to invite you to dinner, and in addition to the 500,000 diagnosis fee, you can tell me about it." "Meng Qingxin is also single, and directly asked Zhang Yi to say the number, how much does it cost to treat the disease and save his life?

"Forget it, that's all for the 500,000 yuan." Zhang Yi shook his head with a smile and said, there are 500,000 yuan, which is already a windfall, so it's almost enough, and it can't be too dark.

"Dr. Zhang is interesting." Meng Qingxin smiled and said: "You leave your bank card number to Xinyue, let's return one yard to one yard, you don't want it, but I want to reward it, and I have to reward it, I have also figured it out in the past few months, without a good body, even if there is more money, what can I do?" So you have to leave your bank card number. ”

"Yes, my old Meng never owes favors to others, you can't break this example!" Zhang Xinyue grabbed Meng Qingxin's arm and said.

"Cheng, I'll send you my bank card number!" In the text message of Zhang Yi's mobile phone, there is his bank card number, and looking at Meng Qingxin's wealthy appearance, it seems that 500,000 is really a bit less, since he wants to give it, what is he polite?

Zhang Yi directly sent the message to Zhang Xinyue's mobile phone in front of the two, and at the same time, Meng Qingxin and Zhang Xinyue also got up to say goodbye, and Shuangmei, who had not spoken, also left together.

Soon after Zhang Yi returned to his room with a suitcase containing 500,000 yuan, Shuangmei's phone called: "Local tyrant, please support ......" Shuangmei said coquettishly on the phone.

"You're separated from them?" Zhang Yi was surprised.

"Well, I'm near Marriott, I haven't gone far, big tyrant, about?" Shuangmei giggled on the phone.

"About, you come to the hotel, I'll open another room and let's talk about life, I'll show you palmistry, bone or something?" Zhang Yi said with a smile.

Shuangmei scolded with a smile: "Beautiful you, I won't go, but you have to invite me to dinner, I want to eat a big meal and slaughter you." ”

"I can't get out, my boss is here, I can't leave, you are like this, you go to the hotel lobby and wait for me, I will give you 200,000 yuan, you can eat by yourself, and call your friends!" Zhang Yi can get the 500,000 yuan, or Shuangmei's thread, if there is no Shuangmei, where will he make this windfall? So giving Shuangmei 200,000 yuan can be regarded as her reward, let her remember that this line is not in vain!

"Ah...... Give me 200,000? Are you really fake? Shuangmei froze on the phone, Brother Lei Feng is too generous, right?

"I'll go downstairs now, you go to the lobby and wait for me." Zhang Yi hung up the phone after speaking.

As soon as he hung up the phone, a text message prompt came from his mobile phone.

After he clicked on it and took a look at it while walking out, the whole person was not calm in an instant, because it was bank card transfer information, and a large amount of money was transferred to his bank card.

ps: Ask for collections, ask for recommendations, ask for support, I'm an uncle, do you have a favorite uncle.