Although Liang Yutong's father's ward is next door to Dong Biyi, compared with the high-level ward where Dong Biyi lives, the ward where Liang's father lives is much more cold, there is no bodyguard at the door of the ward, and of course there will be no professional maids to take care of it in the ward. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Liang's father only has Liang Yutong as a daughter under his knees, and Liang Yutong's mother died early, in the ward, when Liang Yutong is busy with work, Liang's father can only lie alone on the hospital bed.

However, compared with Dong Biyi, who had always been lying on the hospital bed like a living dead and dying, Liang's father's state was obviously much better.

Although the old man was also lying in the hospital bed, he was awake.

Seeing Liang Yutong enter the door, Liang's father even sat up with a little difficulty supporting his body with his arms, and then said, "Yutong, didn't I tell you that I can take care of myself, why did you sneak to see me again during work hours?" If you head nurse find out, you'll be criticized again! ”

Father Liang was born with kind eyebrows, even if he made a very stern expression at the moment, he still gave people a kind and amiable feeling.

At this time, seeing Hanxin in casual clothes following him into the door, Liang's father couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then asked in an uncertain tone, "Who is this gentleman?" ”

Noticing that Liang's father's eyes were cold, Liang Yutong couldn't help but be embarrassed, and her pretty face was slightly red.

How does Hanxin know that since Liang Yutong graduated from medical college, Liang's father has been urging Liang Yutong to get married.

His father knew that there might be some embarrassing misunderstanding, so Liang Yutong hurriedly said: "Dad, this gentleman's surname is Han, and he is the doctor I found to treat you!" ”

Liang Yutong did not say Hanxin's full name, because he was worried that Liang's father would be disgusted.

However, Hanxin would not hide it, and he felt that he was not afraid of shadows, so immediately afterward, he came to the bedside, and then said to Liang's father with a smile: "Uncle Liang, hello, my name is Hanxin, and I am the owner of Rensheng Church!" ”

The situation in Rensheng Church is very bad, and at this time, since Han Xin has chosen to stand up, of course he will not hide his head and show his tail.

"Rensheng Church...... The owner of the Church of Rensheng? ”

Sure enough, Father Liang's face immediately flashed with an unconcealable anger, and he couldn't help but snort coldly, and then said, "Boss Han, right?" I'm sorry, but I can't say anything polite, and I have a terrible impression of your Holy Church, so please get out of here! ”

"Dad......"

Liang Yutong didn't comply, her small mouth pouted slightly, and she hurriedly said: "How can you treat Mr. Han like this, didn't you tell me before that it might not be that there is a problem with the medicine of Rensheng Hall?" Now Mr. Han is here to treat you and solve problems......"

"Humph!"

Father Liang is indeed as he said, he will not say polite words at all, he is disgusted with the cold, so he simply ignores the cold, a cold snort, he who should have been sitting on the bed has already laid down indignantly, and he turned his back to the cold heart and Liang Yutong on the side of the bed.

Han Xin was not annoyed at all, after all, if he and Liang's father were replaced, he would definitely not have a good face towards Rensheng Church, who caused him to lie half-dead in the hospital.

"Uncle Liang, I can understand your mood at the moment, Rensheng Church has caused you trouble, as the owner of Rensheng Church, I am really sorry!"

Han Xin said: "Let's not talk about whether Uncle Liang's illness is really the responsibility of the Rensheng Church, but since the matter has happened, then we should solve the problem first." Uncle Liang is now hoping for a recovery, and we at Yan Sheng Church are in urgent need of clearing our grievances, and fundamentally speaking, we share the same wishes. So, I hope Uncle Liang can give me a chance and give myself a chance. ”

Liang's father turned a deaf ear to Hanxin's words, and he still lay on the hospital bed with his back to Hanxin.

"Dad......"

Liang Yutong was a little anxious, and her intuition told her that Hanxin might really be able to cure Liang's father's illness, after all, Hanxin had only cured Dong Biyi, who was helpless in the hospital, before.

"Young man, you're very young and very good at talking, no wonder you can achieve this."

Urged by Liang Yutong, Liang's father couldn't completely pull down his face after all, and under Liang Yutong's careful support, Liang's father sat up again, looked at Hanxin with some uncertainty, and said: "However, I just fell ill because of your medicine from the Rensheng Church, and now what do you want me to believe in your medical skills?" ”

Han Xin smiled slightly and said, "Uncle Liang, you don't have to worry, I just want to take your pulse for you now, so as to determine your condition." ”

"Take the pulse?"

Father Liang was slightly stunned, and then couldn't help but show disdain, he said: "Young man, it's not that I don't believe it, but your words really make me feel incredible. You should know that during this time, I have undergone various examinations in the hospital, and even the most advanced equipment and the most intelligent doctors in the hospital have not been able to determine my condition. ”

"You have to try it to find out, right?"

In order to completely gain the trust of Liang's father, Han Xin simply said: "Uncle Liang, I still say the same thing, I just want to give you a pulse, and I will never hurt you, and I can assure you that I will not touch your body or even the corners of your clothes in the process of taking the pulse, you don't have to worry about poison or anything on my body."

"In other words, whether I can diagnose you or not, at least I won't cause you the slightest secondary harm. If you give me a chance, you have the possibility of recovery, and there is no risk! ”

Listening to the cold words, the father and daughter of the Liang family suddenly had a feeling that their brains were not enough.

After hesitating for a moment, Liang Yutong couldn't help but say in a weak tone: "Chilling, you're talking about the suspensory pulse, right?" You...... Do you know how to diagnose the pulse of the suspensory filament? ”

As the name suggests, it means that the holy hand of Chinese medicine is tied to the patient's wrist with silk thread, and then the silk thread is used as a medium to diagnose the patient's pulse.

In ancient times, the concept of men and women not being intimate was deep-rooted, especially in the court, when the imperial doctor gave the pulse of the mother and concubine, he often used the "hanging silk to diagnose the pulse".

For Liang Yutong, who graduated from medical college, the chill who knows how to diagnose the pulse of the hanging silk is simply a god-like figure.

Suddenly, her cold gaze suddenly became adoring.

"Ahem......"

Hanxin smiled embarrassedly, and then said, "Miss Liang, you misunderstood, I didn't talk about the hanging silk pulse, but the suspension." ”

"Dangling?"

Liang Yutong was slightly stunned, and then said with a blank face: "Hanging pulse? This...... I haven't heard of this before......"

"You'll find out later."

Han Xin didn't explain in too much detail, after all, he had just said in the lobby on the first floor of the hospital that he wanted those patients to go to Hanmen for medical treatment, and he had to go back quickly.

As he spoke, Han Xin didn't care whether Liang's father agreed or not, and directly stretched out the two fingers of his right hand, but stretched out towards Liang's father's wrist.

Subconsciously, Liang's father thought of dodging, after all, he was bitten by a snake once and was afraid of the well rope for ten years.

However, just when Liang's father instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand to dodge, the second finger of the food center that Hanxin stretched out suddenly hung in the air and stopped.

At this time, his middle finger was about a dozen centimeters away from Liang's father's wrist.

Liang's father's hand was flat on the hospital bed, and the cold two fingers of the food were hanging in the air, was it just hanging to diagnose the pulse?

The doctor's finger and the patient's wrist are suspended more than ten centimeters apart, how can this take the pulse?

For a while, the faces of the Liang family's father and daughter were full of questions, and the father and daughter were even wondering, could the cold heart be a deliberate trick?

After hesitating for a moment, Liang Yutong wanted to say something.

However, Hanxin had slowly closed his eyes at this time, and his eyebrows were all serious.

At this moment, Liang Yutong's doubts blocked in his throat could no longer be spoken.

The already quiet ward was even quieter because of the cold closed eyes, and it was as quiet as death, and Liang Yutong, who was sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, even vaguely heard Liang's father's heartbeat.

Of course, the father and daughter of the Liang family will not know that for ordinary Chinese medicine, whether it is a suspensory pulse diagnosis or a suspended pulse, it is half-true and half-false, and there are probably very few people who really have this ability.

However, for the cold heart who has the true qi of the Dao Gate, it is not uncommon for the pulse to be suspended at all.

He secretly forced the Dao Gate True Qi in his body out from the fingertips of the second finger of his right hand, and the formless, air-like Dao Gate True Qi extended to Liang's father's wrist under the control of his cold mind, and even directly penetrated into Liang's body.

To put it figuratively, the formless Dao Gate True Qi is like an extension of the cold hand.

From the perspective of others, the cold fingertips are more than ten centimeters away from Liang's father's wrist, isn't it just a suspended pulse?

However, for Hanxin, there is no difference between the suspended pulse and the ordinary pulse.

Hanxin has long known that he can use Dao Sect True Qi in this way, but he has never liked this kind of fancy, if it weren't for the fact that he could gain Father Liang's trust, he wouldn't have come up with such a gimmick.

At this time, because of the shock, Liang Yutong had already stood up from the side of the bed, and she was stunned and stared at the cold heart hanging in the air, like petrification, like a demon.

However, in the final analysis, the shock that chilled Liang Yutong was only a visual impact.

As for Father Liang, the shock he could feel was physical and real.

Although the two fingers of the cold heart hanging in the air were more than ten centimeters away from his wrist, Liang's father could clearly feel a burst of warmth at his wrist, as if he had encountered a warm stove in winter.

Not only that, Father Liang could even feel that his wrist was trembling slightly rhythmically with his heartbeat and pulse, the amplitude was too small for the human eye to see, but Father Liang could really feel it.

If these things didn't happen to him, how could Liang's father believe it?

It took about ten minutes for the cold heart to "diagnose the pulse in the air".

During this time, there was silence in the ward of only three people, and as Han Xin finished taking the pulse, the atmosphere became more depressing, and the father and daughter of the Liang family stared at Han Xin in a daze, looking forward to what Han Xin was going to say next.

No wonder they are so nervous, because the cold expression is so solemn, as if they have encountered the most difficult thing in the world.

Standing beside the bed in a daze, his heart was silent, his face was cloudy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Finally, Liang Yutong couldn't hold it back, she said in a weak tone: "Chill, I'm ...... What happened to my dad? ”

When he said this, Liang Yutong only felt that his heart was beating to his throat.

"Hoo ......"

Finally, Han Xin breathed a long sigh of relief, and then said, "Miss Liang, if my diagnosis is not wrong, did Uncle Liang suffer from meningitis in his early years?" ”

Rumble!

As soon as the cold words fell, the father and daughter of the Liang family were suddenly struck by lightning, and their brains exploded.

"You...... How do you know? ”

Liang Yutong said in a terrifying tone: "When I was in junior high school, my father did suffer from meningitis, and he was seriously ill and almost died, but in the end, the hospital finally saved his life......

Nodding slightly, he said coldly: "In this way, Uncle Liang should be suffering from the sequelae of encephalitis now!" ”