"Little brother, your surname?"

Second Master Ye was not awesome now, he sat up straight, looked up at Yan Feiyang, and asked with a smile, a well-hidden jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Yan Feiyang had actually introduced himself just now, but Ye Erye didn't take him seriously at all, and what he said naturally turned a deaf ear.

"The surname is Yan."

Yan Feiyang still replied to him with two words in the end.

But what Ye Youtao said next finally made him laugh.

"Little Swallow, wearing flowers?"

Ye Youtao asked very seriously.

Yan Feiyang laughed out loud.

Looking at Ye Youtao's appearance, Yan Feiyang didn't expect him to be more educated, he didn't know "Wang Xie Tang Qianyan in the old days", and he naturally hadn't heard of "Déjà vu Yan returned", as for "Falling flowers are independent, and micro swifts are flying", he disdains to mention it.

But it's enough for you to say a little swallow, no matter what, "Huanzhu Gege" has become popular all over the country, and Little Swallow is a household name, and Yan Feiyang can accept it. What do you mean by adding "wear floral clothes" at the end?

Do I have to sing you "Come here every spring"?

The key is that Ye Youtao's serious appearance really doesn't seem to be intentional, in his mind, the first thing that comes to mind is "Little Swallow Wearing Flower Clothes". Maybe this is his real heart?

A man's appearance and a girl's heart?

"That's right, it's the swallow in the flower clothes!"

Yan Feiyang smiled, and then answered him very seriously.

"Doctor Yan, I'm sorry, I'm a man. You also saw it, the rough one. It's rough. As for you, at first glance, you are a cultural person. Knowledgeable, sensei is as knowledgeable as me. ”

Ye Youtao said in a loud voice, picked up the cigarette on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and handed it to Yan Feiyang.

"Here, Dr. Yan, smoke one?"

Yan Feiyang's mouth rose with a smile again.

It can be seen that Ye Youtao is actually very nervous. No matter how powerful he is, how famous he is, at least for now. In the face of Yan Feiyang, he was at a complete disadvantage.

The toughness that Yan Feiyang showed just now made Second Master Ye know very well in his heart that this young man, who looked even a little immature, would just take his life if he really wanted to take his life.

The key is that Ye Er Ye feels that in this world, there are too many people who want their lives.

Otherwise, this place wouldn't be so heavily guarded.

Of course. Ye Erye now knows that his so-called heavily guarded is actually not a fart in front of a real master. He believes. Because of the limited age, Yan Feiyang can never be a top master.

In other words, if his opponent really invited that legendary supreme master to deal with him. Then he Ye Erye may become a dead man at any time.

This is what makes a hero like him feel extremely uneasy.

"Mr. Ye, you don't have to be nervous. I said it, I have no ill intentions. I'm a doctor, and I'm here to see you. ”

Yan Feiyang had to remind him again, otherwise, this atmosphere would be embarrassing enough.

"Ah, yes, yes, see a doctor...... Dr. Yan, why don't I call someone to unravel this thing, can you take a good look at it? ”

Ye Youtao woke up like a dream, stretched out his finger and pointed to the bandage on his lower abdomen, and said.

"Don't worry, I'll give you the number first."

"Pulse? Hey, good, good......"

Ye Youtao hurriedly stretched out his arm.

Yan Feiyang sat down on the coffee table, stretched out three fingers, put them on his wrist, and closed his eyes slightly, like an old monk in meditation, and remained silent for a long time.

At the beginning, Ye Youtao was still a little anxious, the so-called medical treatment, in fact, was just to deal with Yan Feiyang, and his mind was full of thinking, how to quietly drive out these two guys who suddenly appeared.

Although they repeatedly claimed that there was no malicious intent, with such two dangerous elements here, Ye Erye was all uncomfortable.

But gradually, Ye Youtao was also surprised, looking at Yan Feiyang's appearance, he was really serious about giving him a pulse again.

Could it be that this kid really knows a little bit of medical skills?

In that case, it's good for him to take a look, anyway, no matter how bad the situation is, it won't get much worse.

After a long time, Yan Feiyang raised his finger and said to Ye Youtao: "Mr. Ye, change your left hand." ”

The time for checking the pulse with the left hand is no shorter than just now.

Yan Feiyang's brows gradually frowned, and the tighter they were, it was strange to say, Ye Youtao's mood was also nervous, but he was unconsciously affected by Yan Feiyang.

"Doctor Yan, how's it going?"

When Yan Feiyang opened his eyes, Ye Youtao asked hurriedly.

Yan Feiyang shook his head lightly and said, "Mr. Ye, your disease is a bit weird, it is difficult to diagnose the single pulse, I want to touch your bones and see the bone physiognomy." ”

"Huh?"

Ye Youtao was suddenly inexplicably wonderful.

Doesn't this see a doctor?

It was decent just now, why did it change in a blink of an eye?

To tell the truth, Ye Youtao actually believes in numerology physiognomy and feng shui, what he can't accept is that he links healing and physiognomy together, he feels that these are completely different things.

How can they be confused!

However, Yan Feiyang didn't talk nonsense with him, and grabbed his wrist with his left hand, Ye Youtao only felt that his wrist was tight, as if he was being caught by an iron hoop, and his entire arm and half of his body were numb, and he could barely move.

Fine beads of sweat came out of Ye Erye's forehead.

He hated this state of being out of his own control, all in the hands of others.

People like them, deep down, believe no one but themselves.

Yan Feiyang didn't bother to pay attention to his mood, and as soon as the middle finger of the thumb and index finger of his right hand was extended, he "measured" it on his arm, sometimes measuring his arm, sometimes closing his three fingers and brushing it around on his arm.

Fortunately, it didn't hurt, and Second Master Ye's nervous mood gradually calmed down.

Yan Feiyang immediately stood up, "measured" the back of Ye Youtao's neck and back, and then directly pinched the back of his head.

Ye Youtao was nervous and funny.

What the hell is going on?

How did you become a puppet in front of a little kid?

was pinched everywhere on his body, and even the back of his head was not spared.

He has also seen the appearance, told fortunes, and touched the bones, so he has not been pinched by others like this.

Before Ye Youtao could figure it out, Yan Feiyang's wrist flipped over, the cold light was dazzling, and an incomparably sharp wrist-dissolving knife appeared in front of his eyes, and the cold air exuded from this wrist-dissolving knife made Ye Erye can't help but sneeze.

There was a burst of exclamations all around, and the two overlord flowers that had disappeared into the darkness appeared at the same time, but this time they were a little hesitant, obviously considering whether they should rush forward.

"Don't move!"

At the critical moment, in the end, Ye Erye was able to hold it, and he drank everyone with a burst of applause.

"Dr. Renyan is treating me, what are you excited about?"

In fact, he also beat the drum in his heart.

It's just that Second Master Ye has always been like a mirror in his heart, knowing that if Yan Feiyang wants to kill him right now, even if everyone pounces, it will be absolutely too late, and he will definitely die.

Instead of that, it's better to gamble.

At least Yan Feiyang gave him the pulse just now, it didn't look like he was pretending.

Yan Feiyang bowed slightly, seemed to be quite satisfied with his performance, and said, "Mr. Ye, I have to take a look at your wounds." ”

"Okay, just watch."

At this moment, Ye Erye also let go, turned his heart sideways, and said with a smile.

Yan Feiyang knew that he was scared in his heart, and he could still maintain his composure on the surface, which was very good, in the end, he was worthy of being a hero on the ground of the famous Jingshi, and this psychological quality was far from being comparable to ordinary people.

The blade flashed, and Ye Erye only felt that his belly became cold in an instant, but he saw that Yan Feiyang had already cut the bandage.

Ye Youtao's eyes suddenly widened bigger than a cow's egg.

This knife technique!

God.

He had to be careful with the sharp scissors, at least lift the bandage off his belly, otherwise he would hurt the flesh.

Yan Feiyang just waved the knife casually, and the bandage broke in response, but there was no more wound on his belly.

Ye Youtao has also practiced martial arts, and he knows how difficult it is, he has only heard of such sword techniques in legends, and he has never seen them in reality. How clever does this power have to be?

Yan Feiyang didn't think it was a big deal at all, it was much easier than carving wood carvings with an axe.

The bandage was slowly uncovered, Rao is Yan Feiyang had already made a certain amount of psychological preparation, and he had seen a lot of poisonous fire abscesses, and when he saw the opening on Ye Youtao's belly, he still took a breath gently.

The abscess on Ye Youtao's lower abdomen, the sore is not too big, the diameter is about seven or eight centimeters, it is an irregular oval, the sores are red and swollen around the area, the skin on the inner wall of the sores is rotten, and a rancid smell comes to the nose.

In the sores, pus gushes out continuously.

At a glance, it is bottomless, it is already rotten, and it is almost connected to the abdominal cavity.

"No dressing?"

Yan Feiyang then asked.

There were no signs of medication on the sores, nor on the bandages.

It stands to reason that such a malignant sore must be dressed, whether it is anti-inflammatory drugs or painkillers, it must always be applied, and if it is not good, you must bury a drainage strip. Not so naked.

"It's useless."

Ye Youtao couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"It's okay not to apply medicine, but once you apply medicine, not only is it useless, but it is also very painful."

It's really weird.

Yan Feiyang nodded, covered the bandage on the sore again, and muttered.

"Doctor Yan, what kind of illness am I?"

Ye Youtao couldn't help but ask.

In fact, for so many years, he was really discouraged by this evil sore, and he didn't even develop his career much, so he kept his old business and ate his old books.

This is just a casual question, and there is no hope at all.

There are so many famous big hospitals, all the big doctors have seen them, and no one is helpless, what can such a young brother do?

Asking a question is just to give Yan Feiyang a face.

However, Ye Erye never dreamed that Yan Feiyang would give such an answer. (To be continued.) )