Thank you very much to Xiao Miao (1888) and the little boy who sells mice (588) for their tips

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"Xiao Wang, there are a lot of people here, let's push the old man down first!" The middle-aged doctor turned to a nurse next to him and said.

"Okay Director." The young nurse agreed, and then pushed the old man's body in the direction of the morgue amid the cries of the family.

The middle-aged doctor's name is Zheng Chengliang, director of cardiac surgery at Yunxi Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and an authoritative expert in cardiology.

In the Yunxi Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, no one dared to doubt the conclusions he made about the heart.

"Please wait!" The sudden sound made everyone stunned, and then they all looked in the direction of the source of the sound, and it was a strange young man who spoke.

What bright eyes! This was the unanimous thought of everyone when they saw Mo Feng's eyes.

"Old man, he may not be dead yet!" Mo Feng looked at the puzzled people and said softly.

As soon as Mo Feng exited, the corridor outside the emergency room suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and everyone looked at this strange young man like fools.

"Nonsense!"

"How is that possible?"

"Impossible!"

After a very short silence, the noisy voice suddenly sounded at the door of the emergency room again, and at this time, except for the middle-aged woman, everyone's eyes looking at Mo Feng were no longer doubtful, but full of mockery.

That's the result, I guess. Looking at the disdainful eyes of the medical staff, Mo Feng shook his head with a wry smile in his heart.

Although Mo Feng couldn't use his spiritual sense to probe the old man's body, because he had a divine sense that was a hundred times stronger than ordinary people, and because he was very close to the old man's body, he inadvertently captured a kind of life fluctuation emanating from the old man's head, so he concluded that the old man was only in a state of suspended animation, and he was not really dead.

Although Mo Feng's diligent cultivation of the Eight Pulse Recipe every day did not allow the pulse qi in his body to resume operation. However, Mo Feng felt that his spiritual sense was much stronger than before, and Mo Feng had already found the reason for the enhancement of his spiritual sense, that is, the clear spiritual power emitted by the pulse qi in the meridians.

Although the spiritual power is not as powerful as the pulse, it has the effect of nourishing the spiritual sense, and during this time, Mo Feng's spiritual consciousness was nourished by the spiritual power, not only his hearing and vision have increased greatly. Even that indescribable perception is much better than before.

Take this time Mo Feng concluded that the old man was suspended from his death, the life fluctuations emitted by the old man's brain were extremely weak, even so weak that even the most advanced instruments could not detect it, but it was perceived by Mo Feng.

When Zheng Chengliang heard this, he frowned, took a step forward, stared at this young man who dared to challenge his authority with unkind eyes, and asked in a cold voice, "Which school are you from?" ”

Mo Feng is not very old, and Zheng Chengliang subconsciously regards him as an intern.

"There's something wrong with this man's mind, isn't he?"

"yes. Don't you know that Director Zheng is a well-known heart authority in the country? ”

"The quality of today's students is getting worse and worse."

"That's right."

"Does this have anything to do with the school?" Mo Feng smiled bitterly in his heart, it seemed that he was nosy again today.

"I don't even dare to say the school, it must be a third-rate medical college."

"It's possible that students from this kind of school will also come for internships, and this medical department is becoming more and more unpleasant!"

"What do students in this kind of school understand?"

Sure enough, as Mo Feng expected, as soon as the words fell, another wave of ridicule and sarcasm came to his face.

"Who's your tutor?" The disdain on Zheng Chengliang's face was even stronger.

"Mentor?" Mo Feng scratched his head. said with a wry smile: "It's Dean Yang!" ”

"This man is sick!"

"It can't really be a neurology escape, right?"

"Most likely, security"

Depend on. This old man Yang can't really be a liar, right? Mo Feng didn't expect that just mentioning Yang Wanjiang's name would cause such a violent reaction, and these medical staff didn't say anything about treating themselves as neurotics, and directly called the security guards who were on duty nearby.

In fact, Mo Feng really wronged Yang Wanjiang when he thought so, Yang Wanjiang is the director of this hospital, but he has long stopped taking interns.

The head of the department actually talked to a mentally ill person for a long time. Zheng Chengliang's lungs were about to explode, and Tie Qing shouted in a low voice to the nurse who was still pointing at Mo Feng on the side: "Don't push it down yet!" ”

"Hey, I said, he's really not dead!" Seeing that the old man was about to be pushed away by the nurse again, Mo Feng was grabbed by the wolf-like security guard, and shouted urgently.

It's a pity. This time, no one answered him again.

"Wait!"

Just as Mo Feng was thinking about whether to forcibly intercept him, an old but very majestic voice came from the end of the corridor.

The person who came was Yang Wanjiang.

Yang Wanjiang, who had just finished the meeting, heard from the secretary that an old friend who was hospitalized was suddenly seriously ill and was being rescued in the emergency room, so he hurried over, and just turned the corner, he happened to see the nurse pushing an ambulance from the door of the emergency room to the direction of the morgue, so he hurriedly stopped the nurse who was pushing the cart.

Yang Wanjiang looked at the white cloth covering the old man's body with a solemn face, then slowly put it down, and said to Zheng Chengliang with a heavy face, "Director Zheng, old Han."

"Dean, I'm sorry, I did my best!" Zheng Chengliang said with a sad face. As a student of the old man, he knew that Yang Wanjiang and the deceased had been old friends for many years.

"Han Yun, life can't be resurrected, let's mourn!" Yang Wanjiang persuaded the middle-aged woman, and with a wave of his hand, he wanted the nurse waiting on the side to push the old man away.

The old man's name is Han Jiang, and he was the principal of a primary school in Yunning City before he retired.

"Brother Yang, he's not dead!"

Suddenly, a somewhat familiar voice came into Yang Wanjiang's ears from outside the crowd.

"Huh? Brother Mo? Yang Wanjiang, who turned his head when he heard the sound, saw Mo Feng from the gap in the crowd, and hurriedly separated the crowd and walked out.

Yang Wanjiang's name for Mo Feng made the faces of the medical staff and the onlookers of the patient's family stunned, is the dean also crazy?

When he saw Mo Feng being held by two security guards, he couldn't help but turn grim, and scolded the two security guards: "What's going on? Let him go. ”

"Report to the dean, he is mentally ill and cannot be let go, otherwise it will threaten the safety of doctors and patients." The meritorious security guard saluted Yang Wanjiang and said with an awe-inspiring face.

"I'll let you go!" Yang Wanjiang was almost angry.

Seeing that the dean was really angry, the two security guards carefully let go of Mo Feng's arm, took two steps back and stared at Mo Feng vigilantly.

Looking at Mo Feng, who was grinning and rubbing his arms, Yang Wanjiang asked with a solemn face, "Brother Mo, what did you just say?" Lao Han is not dead? ”

"That's right!" Mo Feng said in a condensed voice.

"Brother Mo, please help save Lao Han's life!" Yang Wanjiang grabbed Mo Feng's hand and said excitedly.

Yang Wanjiang's move once again caused a wave of restlessness among the onlookers.

The dead can also be saved, is this person a land immortal?

It seems that Dean Yang is really old, and his spirit is a little abnormal, and the next dean should be Vice President Liu, it seems that it is time to walk around in advance (to be continued.) )