Dr. Adams didn't understand the rhythm, but he could feel the cleansing of the soul of the music, and at this moment, even he seemed to be dispelled away from the boredom and sorrow just now, and then looking at the reactions of the patients, it confirmed that it was completely effective, so he said nothing.

When the mild patients gathered, King's first song obviously came to an end, and everyone's faces showed reluctance and anticipation.

"It seems to be working," Adams laughed, this was probably the first time he'd smiled today, "or BK will have another one." ”

"Well," said King, "but," he pointed to the intensive care unit, "I'm going to take care of the patients here, too, so this is the last one." Then the blowing began.

This time, it was a piece of music that gradually became enthusiastic, which made the patients' mood begin to brighten, and even the critically ill patients in the room seemed to be trying to move, which made Adams even more excited.

"Can you ask that gentleman to put on a show," Adams heard a black girl say, "is he a doctor who takes care of the critically ill?" I can help too. Well, I can't help with anything else, it's okay to help them clean. ”

"Yes," said another mild patient, "I know where the plant is in the map I just made, ask him to perform one more piece for us, and I will take care of picking it back." ”

Adams's eyes lit up, as a doctor, he knew very well how much benefit it would be if the patient took the initiative to cooperate with the treatment, this black girl was also a sick person, if she went to help a critically ill patient, it would be very easy to bring him the will to survive, and like the current situation, the six of them seemed to have slowly developed a little bit of this will.

"Okay," Adams nodded, then said to Song Hye Kyo in English, "This girl is willing to help BK take care of the critically ill, I think it's very beneficial, can you get your boyfriend to perform one more piece of music?" ”

"It's definitely fine," Song Hye Kyo said with a smile, "It means that his first phase of treatment has worked." ”

Adams nodded, "Now I believe that your boyfriend is a very good doctor, even if he fails to save the lives of those seriously ill patients in the end, he also brings hope to these mild patients, and he is also indispensable." ”

"Mr. Adams," Song Hye Kyo looked even more charming, "I believe that those six people will be fine if they meet a lucky star." ”

King's third piece heralds the end of today's concert, and they all understand that all good things should not be too much, too much will not work. And the black girl carried out her obligation to the letter, first removing the yellow pus from the wounded's abdomen, and finally revealing the red flesh inside, even so, Song Hye Kyo still felt very disgusted. But she forced herself to stand on the ground and watch, how could she be inferior to a black native.

It was painful for the wounded to be cleared, but Adams could tell that he was willing to be treated, and perhaps, that it was enough, when he saw King walk in with a basin of salt water.

"BK," he asked, having abandoned his contempt, "are you really going to use salt water on him?" That way, he'd probably die of pain, and we'll run out of anesthetics. ”

"Don't worry," said King, "no, because of me." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and touched the wound of the wounded, an action that made Song Hye Kyo feel a burst of pain. It's supposed to be painful, isn't it? However, the wounded man did not have the slightest expression of pain, but seemed very comfortable. Immediately after, King began to wipe the salt water on his wound with his hand, and Song Hye Kyo couldn't wait to look at it.

Adams, of course, was not like this, but when he found that even at this time, the wounded did not show the slightest sign of pain, and at the same time, King's left hand seemed to glow slightly red for a moment.

Was this a medical skill he had never seen before? Or is it something else? He didn't dare to speak out for a while, just watched quietly. After more than ten minutes, King finally retreated, looking at his expression, it seemed that he was a little sluggish, and the wounded who had been treated had already fallen asleep, sleeping with salt water smearing his wounds? It's incredible, "You can help him bandage, and after three or four similar treatments, he should be fine." ”

"Are you alright?" Adams said sternly, "BK, what the hell did you just do?" Is it a witchcraft ritual? Even Chinese medicine needs to be medicated, right? ”

"He's probably the easiest to heal in the Critical Care Case," King said, "and his only problem is that the wound is inflamed and then it festers all over his body, right?" Then I'll help him with anti-inflammatory. ”

"Just salt water to reduce inflammation?!" Adams said angrily, "Aren't you supposed to be a doctor? And, why doesn't he feel pain? It must be witchcraft. ”

"Hehe," King laughed, washed his hands, and suddenly grabbed Adams' left hand, "What are you going to do?!" "Adams was a little worried about what crazy things a guy who had been exposed to witchcraft would do, no one was sure.

"Feel it, your hand doesn't exist anymore." King said calmly, reminding Adams that at this moment, he really didn't feel anything from his left hand, but it seemed normal.

"What did you do, what did you do?!" He was terrified.

"I didn't do anything," King continued, "I just tricked your nerves into thinking that they were normal, how could a person who had lost his sense of pain get in the way of my treatment?" He let go of his hand as he spoke.

Adams gradually felt as if his hand was back on his body, and he couldn't help but look, "Is this also Chinese medicine?" I've never heard of it. ”

"It's not traditional Chinese medicine," King replied, "it's just a combination of neurology, martial arts, and hypnosis, and so far, I'm afraid only I can do it." Yes, if you want me to have surgery, you don't need anesthetics. ”

Adams moved his hand for a moment, and finally believed that this was not some harmful witchcraft, "This is amazing, it can help us a lot, so I take the liberty of asking, is the use of salt water just now considered disinfection?" ”

"Saline is just an adjunct, and its storage can prevent the bacteria from continuing to infect, and for wounds, I use something else." King said as he extended his hand to Adams.

Adams reflexively retracted his hand, "What do you want to do?" Make my hand disappear again? ”

"Not this time, really not," King laughed, "Dr. Adams, don't you want to know how I was treated?" Give me your hand, and I can tell you. However, I would like to point out that without anesthetic effect, it will be a little painful. ”

"Oh?" Adams stretched out his hand suspiciously, the temptation in King's words was simply too great for him, "Ah! He screamed, and there was a burst of heat from King's hand, and although it was only for a moment, it was enough to make him feel extremely painful.

"My hands can instantly generate high temperatures, and with salt water, they can destroy the bacteria on the sick body, now, Mr. Adams, are you satisfied?"

Adams looked at his hand, there were no obvious scars, but there was a strong sense of anxiety inside, "BK, you are really a magical person, although your medical skills are very strange, as long as you can save people, I will treat it as a real medical skill." I hope to cure all six of them. ”

(King's so-called medical skills actually come from traditional Chinese medicine, Western medicine, and many other mottled disciplines, and his characteristic is that he can concentrate all the strengths of these disciplines to achieve his goals.) ）