Guo Detie's condition is beyond the word to describe it as dying.

It was a miracle that he survived a week, and he was lying on the hospital bed with no signs of life, and the only thing that could prove that he was alive was that the computer display not far away showed his heart rate.

Changed into a sterile gown again, Dean Tang Aimin, Vice Dean Fang Ping, Director of Surgery Huo Jianpeng and others walked into the ward with Meng Fan, who was also wearing a sterile gown.

The hygiene requirements of the intensive care unit are extremely strict, because the patients cannot withstand the slightest infection and the influx of polluted air from the outside.

Guo Detie was still on a ventilator, his pale face was as if he was dead, and there was only a little residual warmth left in his body. Cancer had made him look completely unhuman, skinny, and his bare head looked terrifying.

"You, young man...... Can you really treat? ”

Tang Aimin, who was still a little incredulous, dragged Meng Fan and asked, he was a little excited: "Such as...... If you can treat this patient well, on behalf of all the members of the General Hospital of the People's Armed Police, I apologize for what you have just done. ”

At this moment, Meng Fan was a little moved, and looked at Tang Aimin with a tight mouth: "Dean Tang, no, I'm also a doctor." ”

"Okay, let's go check it out." Tang Aimin's heart was moved.

Traditional Chinese medicine, the heartache of many practitioners, no one does not want Chinese medicine to rise, but the threshold of Chinese medicine is much higher than that of Western medicine, and it is difficult to achieve success in Chinese medicine.

This not only requires the study and study of things outside the window all year round, but also has a powerful master to educate, combined with countless Linchuan experiences, in order to learn.

Otherwise, the Chinese medicine that comes out will become a killing machine when it goes out into society.

Meng Fan slowly put his hand on Guo Detie's wrist and gently diagnosed him, his weak pulse showed that his life was coming to an end, which was an extremely dangerous signal.

"The patient Guo De has advanced blood cancer, and the possibility of recovering is almost zero, and it would be fine if there was a suitable bone marrow transplant before, but after waiting for half a year, he still did not find a suitable bone marrow, so in this way, the patient slowly couldn't hold on."

Huo Jianpeng, the director of surgery, is Guo Detie's attending doctor, so he knows more about the condition, and said in detail next to him: "Now patients can't accept any surgical treatment, the only thing they can do is conservative treatment and wait for a miracle to appear, but the hope of a miracle is too slim." ”

Meng Fan calmly stared at Guo Detie and observed, did not speak, and after a while, he turned around and said, "Dean Tang, I need some moxa." ”

"No problem, we are a hospital here, and there are a lot of moxa wormwood in the Chinese medicine department, you wait, I'll come right away."

After speaking, Dean Tang turned around and quickly shouted, "Who is that...... Go to two people, hurry up to the Chinese medicine department to get two moxa sticks. ”

"Understood, right away."

At this moment, the corridor outside the ward is full of people, Guo Detie's condition is known to them, even the dean Tang Aimin and the vice president Fang Ping, who are quite famous in the world, have no choice, but today a hairy boy came and said that he could be treated.

This...... It's definitely a wonder for the ages, how can you not come and see it.

It can almost be described as a sea of people, the small corridor is full of people, many of whom are medical staff, and the people who come are nothing more than learning and gaining a long insight.

Guo Chun's fists clenched excitedly, if Meng Fan can cure his father's condition, even if he is allowed to live for another two years, he will repay Meng Fan for being a cow and a horse in his life.

He was secretly terrified.

Bang Dang!

Suddenly, the sound of something falling to the ground sounded, and everyone subconsciously looked back, and Guo Chun's mother stood stunned in place, her eyes were shocked, her face was pale, and when she saw her son, her lips trembled: "Xiaochun, this is ...... What's going on? ”

There was a broken thermos at her feet, apparently from the one she had just broken.

"Mom, come here."

Guo Chun's face was filled with excitement, and he hurriedly dragged his mother over: "Look, my classmate, my boss Meng, he has a way to cure my father's illness." ”

"How is that possible? Everyone else said that it is a miracle that your father can live for another half a month. Accustomed to the change of hope and disappointment, the woman's face was not excited, but rather a little indifferent.

"Mom, how can you not believe me?"

Guo Chun tugged on his mother's arm and pointed to the intensive care ward: "Look for yourself, the dean, the vice president or the attending doctor with my father are here, if I really can't cure Boss Meng, will the dean let him come?" ”

At this moment, the woman's face was once again stunned.

Her eyes, which were already red and swollen, burst into tears again, she knew that she couldn't enter the intensive care ward in her clothes, so she knelt on the ground next to the glass window, and screamed: "Benefactor, please, please save our old Guo!" I'm kowtowing to you here. ”

"Mom, what are you doing? Mom, you get up ......."

Guo Chun was surprised and hurriedly pulled his mother, but he grabbed it more than the woman, and said in a fierce voice: "Xiaochun, you quickly knelt down, knelt down, did you hear it, quickly thank the benefactor?" ”

For a while, Guo Chun was stupid.

Indeed, he has to thank him for this kindness, and kneeling is nothing, but, I don't know why, he always tries to persuade himself to kneel.

He was a macho boy who always felt that men had gold under their knees.

Meng Fan, who happened to see this scene, frowned impatiently, but he couldn't walk out of the intensive care ward in a sterile suit, so he hurriedly gestured and signaled Guo Chun not to mess around.

To put it mildly, the woman was finally willing to get up from the ground.

At this time, the nurse who went to the Chinese medicine department to get moxa wormwood came back, raised her hands and shouted outside the door: "Dean Tang, the things are here, the ...... are here."

Seeing this, Deputy Director Peng Qifeng hurriedly walked to the door wrapped in a sterile gown, took it from the nurse and closed the door of the ward with a snap.

After taking the moxa, Meng Fan removed the gloves on both hands, looked at Guo Detie, who was covered in instruments on the hospital bed, and said thoughtfully: "Dean Tang, please let people pull out all the things on Guo Detie's body, just leave the oxygen mask." ”

"Unplugging? This ......"

Tang Aimin hesitated a little: "Young man, patients can rely on maintaining various body functions, what if this is ......"

"I understand, Dean Tang, don't worry, it's okay."

Under Meng Fan's encouraging eyes, Tang Aimin finally nodded, and the two surgical directors personally came on the field to pull out the things inserted in Guo Detie's body one after another, and soon, the clothes on his body were gradually taken away.

"What do you need me to do, young man?" Dean Tang Aimin now had to put down his noble body and said like an apprentice.

"Dean Tang, if you don't have anything to do, just go out first, and I'll let you know when it's okay."

After Meng Fan finished speaking, he turned around and lit the moxa sticks, and a faint smoke rose.

At the same time, his body also began to slowly condense the true qi in his body, he had just broken through the first layer of the Immortal Sutra last night, and he just wanted to see how great the ability of this Immortal Sutra would be.

"Eh, okay."

Tang Aimin didn't dare to delay, nodded, turned around and waved his hand, and left the intensive care room one after another with the vice president and others.

Here, it is about to become a battlefield for Meng Fan alone, but there are countless eyes looking at him outside the ward, which is enough to see how big the heavy responsibility on his shoulders is and how great the pressure is.

Of course, if Meng Fan's treatment was not successful, no one would blame him, after all, this was common sense.

It's just that he knows very well that if the treatment is not successful, it will cause more harm to Guo Chun's mother and son than if the treatment is not successful.

After the ignition of the moxa sticks was tightly pinched by Meng Fan, he leaned down, and used the knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine to open acupoints, find pulses, and treat with the main acupoints and matching acupoints.

At the same time, the true qi that was already boiling and burning in his body slowly flowed out from his fingers, and it entered Guo Detie's body in a state that was invisible to the naked eye.

In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire space froze, Meng Fan held his breath and concentrated, even if he was wearing a mask, he didn't dare to be careless, you must know that this is no different from snatching people in the hands of King Yama.

Outside the door of the ward.

Several of the most authoritative old guys in the Armed Police General Hospital stood side by side, staring closely at Meng Fan inside through the glass doors and windows, their pupils dilated, as if they were saving people.

"Old Fang, how many years have you not seen this kind of battle today?" Dean Tang Aimin, who took off the hat of the sterile gown, asked with a smile.

Vice Dean Fang Ping smiled bitterly: "It's been a few decades, this kid who doesn't know where he came from is a genius, if he can really be cured, we have to find a way to stay." ”

"I see what you mean." Tang Aimin smiled faintly: "Are you thinking about Jiang Lao's illness upstairs?" ”

Hearing this, Vice Dean Fang Ping's face gradually darkened: "Old Tang, don't get me wrong, it's not that I look at the patient differently and take special care of it, but the pressure on our shoulders is too great." ”

"Is there a lot of pressure on the lad inside?"

Tang Aimin smiled meaningfully: "Old Fang, I understand what you mean, okay, don't explain, let's see." ”

As the conversation between the two ended, the director and deputy director of the Department of Surgery became even more nervous, and for the first time after decades of medical practice, they saw the method of using Chinese medicine to quickly treat cancer.

Inside.

In just two minutes of treatment, a faint sweat stain appeared on Meng Fan's head, and his hands began to tremble slightly.

Today it's not acupuncture, it's moxibustion.

These two are now almost the most famous and simplest techniques in the field of Chinese medicine, but they also contain great potential, but no one has studied them.

Guo Detie's immunity is low now, and Meng Fan also knows that he really can't do anything about cancer for the time being, the only thing he can do is to improve Guo Detie's immunity, so that even if he has the immunity of half a normal person, this is enough.

Uh-huh!

Guo Detie, who was in a coma, suddenly groaned, Meng Fan's brows tightened violently, a trace of excitement flashed, and the smile intensified the treatment in his hand again.

Streams of more intense true qi were outgoing from his body, and Meng Fan clearly felt that the opening of the "Immortal Sutra" made him no longer show physical prostration, just a little fatigue.

These have no impact on Meng Fan, who is treating the condition.

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