"Huh?" Ling Yuanhong withdrew his gaze from Yang Fan, glanced at the doctors around him, and asked in an unhappy tone, "Who released the news to the outside world?" ”

Everyone chattered, but no one dared to reply.

Only Zhang Min felt the most uncomfortable in his heart, he was very unhappy!

Asking Yang Fan to treat a seriously ill patient is funny enough, but Yang Fan suddenly showed a magical acupuncture technique of rejuvenation, beyond everyone's imagination, this impossible thing happened, but it just happened!

Ning Zhiyong snorted: "This group of bullshit reporters like to interview and report on everything, what if they let them in and disturb the chief's treatment?" I'm going to take someone to stop them now. ”

Ling Yuanhong's face softened a lot, and said, "Remember not to have physical friction with reporters." ”

Ning Zhiyong nodded and beckoned, "Brothers in the first and second classes, follow me!" ”

"Yes!" More than a dozen soldiers on duty outside the ward immediately followed Ning Zhiyong with semi-automatic rifles in their hands.

……

All afternoon, Yang Fan was shuttling around the intensive care ward.

Exactly six o'clock.

He finally finished administering the needle to the last patient, and the nerves that had been holding on were relaxed at this moment, and his eyes went black, and his body fell to the ground.

"Yang Fan!"

Ling Shuangshuang exclaimed in surprise, stretched out her arms and hugged Yang Fan's body tightly, his head buried right between his proud twin peaks... This situation made Ling Shuangshuang not know how to face so many surprised eyes behind her.

Yang Fan was so tired that he overdrew his physical strength, and fell asleep lying on Ling Shuangshuang, and he could vaguely hear him snoring.

Seeing this, Ling Shuangshuang wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh out loud.

"Ahem......" Ling Yuanhong coughed dryly.

I was also secretly relieved, relieved, and was the first to walk into the ward, looked at the blushing Lingshuangshuang, and said, "Take him back to rest." If it weren't for him today, we would be in big trouble. ”

After seeing Yang Fan's medical skills, he felt glad that he did not adopt the treatment plan discussed earlier, otherwise, the life of the seriously ill patient would be irretrievable.

……

When Yang Fan woke up from a deep sleep, it was nearly three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day.

"Young man, your name is Yang Fan, I heard that your medical skills are very good, and you saved my life." Next to Yang Fan's bedside, a middle-aged man with an angular face looked at him with a smile.

"It's over." Yang Fan smiled modestly and said, "I remember that you are one of the patients I have treated. ”

"You've saved thirteen lives this time, but you've done a great job." The middle-aged man said with a smile, but he couldn't hide the tiredness in his eyes.

At the beginning of his recovery, his body was still very weak.

Yang Fan said: "Saving the dead and helping the wounded, this is what I should do." ”

When he first went down the mountain to practice medicine barefoot, there were thousands of people who were cured of diseases by him.

Yang Fan treated the thirteen seriously ill patients yesterday, and Ling Yuanhong tried his best to block the news, once anyone dared to leak Yang Fan's identity, he would be removed immediately, plus there were soldiers from the guard battalion to assist the hospital to block the reporter's interview, no one in the outside world knew that this 'miracle doctor' of Huatian Hospital was a mentally abnormal blood cancer patient in this hospital. If this news spreads, the public opinion of the outside world about it will be terrible.

Gao Yuanchao smiled and said, "I have heard Xiao Ning's introduction to your situation. He said that you have blood cancer, and you are still a little mentally abnormal, which is really funny, I was actually pulled back from the ghost gate by you. ”

Yang Fan shook his head and sighed: "It is true that there is blood, but the mental problem is just a rumor from outsiders. ”

The two of them laughed and played idle in the hospital room.

Gao Yuanchao felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and even after he woke up, he couldn't believe the guard's words, he was cured by this fellow patient next to him, this story sounds amazing.

He was the division commander of the S City Garrison Ace Army Division.

Because of a major exercise, on the day he was about to participate in the exercise headquarters, due to the deterioration of his condition, he suddenly fell into a coma, and was rushed to the nearby famous Huatian Hospital for treatment by the guards around him.

"Yang Fan, your acupuncture skills are so good, do you want to consider coming to my army as a military doctor? I admire you, you are so young and talented, if you don't become a doctor, it would be such a waste of talent. Gao Yuanchao said that he revealed his purpose.

"Troop medics? Are you a general? Yang Fan looked surprised.

"I have the rank of major general." Gao Yuanchao said with a smile.

Through this conversation, he also noticed that Yang Fan's conversation was indeed out of place with modern people.

Yang Fan shook his head and refused.

"You don't think about it anymore? This is a rare opportunity. ”

Yang Fan said: "The ancestral training has a cloud: a doctor, follow the path of the sky, and relieve the suffering of the common people. Do not accept money from patients, do not use medical skills for personal gain, and are not allowed to enter the court as officials. If one of them is violated, he will be expelled from the school. ”

Gao Yuanchao was stunned for a moment, and carefully tasted Yang Fan's words, only then did he feel more and more that some hidden things in this young man were unfathomable.

"Good! Excellently said! What I admire most in the DPRK is a righteous and selfless person like you, if you want, we can make a friend, and if I get sick in the future, I won't go to any authoritative doctor, and I will think that you will treat me. With that, he burst out laughing.

Ling Shuangshuang walked in at this time, and even looked at Yang Fan's expression completely different.

"Yang Fan, I have good news for you. Because of the last name of the thirteen patients saved this time, the dean decided to waive all medical expenses during your hospitalization, and this, he asked me to hand it over to you. ”

She walked up to Yang Fan and solemnly handed over the needle box of "Fuxi Golden Needle" to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan held the needle box, a little incomprehensible.

Based on his medical experience, once encountered a plague outbreak in a village, he saved hundreds of people's lives without receiving any valuables, and quietly left afterwards.

This time is just a small test, why did the dean, who has the biggest official position, insist on giving this precious needle to himself?

Ling Shuangshuang saw this guy's puzzled face and knew that he was sick again, and explained: "This is the dean's heart, if you refuse, it will make the dean very sad." During this period, you should first recuperate from your injuries, and if you have the opportunity, the dean will want to talk to you. That's it, I'm going back to take care of the sick. With that, she turned and left the room.

……

A week after that.

Yang Fan has been recuperating in the ward.

Get up on time at 6 a.m. every morning to go to the lawn outside the inpatient department to teach patients to practice "Taiyi Five Elements Boxing".

Because of the long time of teaching boxing, the recovery of these patients has a certain benefit, so more and more new and old patients in the inpatient department have heard about this set of boxing methods, and the number of patients who have followed Yang Fan to learn boxing has gradually increased.

"Taiyi Five Elements Fist" can relax Yang Fan's muscles, bones, meridians, blood vessels, etc., so that the evil wind can not invade the human body, so that the body's various functions can be restored and kept in the most natural and healthy state.

Then use his prescription to regulate the body, and the autoblemia can be cured gradually.

Of course, because this "Regulating the Mind and Nourishing Yuan Technique" is a secret master, he can't teach it to those patients who follow him to learn boxing, otherwise this is against the ancestral teachings of Baicaotang.

The thirteen patients who were treated by him, except for Gao Yuanchao, have all recovered and been discharged from the hospital, among them, only Gao Yuanchao knows Yang Fan's identity.

But Yang Fan didn't know that his name had been controversial among the doctors and nurses in the hospital for a week.

After all, no one can accept that an unknown factory assembly line worker has become a miracle doctor overnight, could it be that he is possessed by a miracle doctor?

After a week of contact and understanding, Yang Fan has been able to basically adapt to the ordinary life of this era, but things such as TVs, mobile phones, and cars are always magical and incomprehensible in his eyes.

After practicing boxing, I returned to the ward.

In front of Gao Yuanchao's hospital bed, there were many expensive gifts such as flowers and fruits.

These were all sent by local leaders when they came to visit him.

At this time, there was a pretty woman like a hibiscus out of the water in the ward, with bangs, long black and soft hair naturally draped over her shoulders, a pair of eyes that were smart and shiny, her skin was fair and delicate as if she could squeeze out water, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a printed over-the-knee skirt, she didn't have to dress up, she looked so elegant and generous, sitting next to Gao Yuanchao, chatting with him easily.

When Yang Fan saw this beauty for the first time, he subconsciously compared her with Lingshuangshuang, whether it was her appearance or figure, it was difficult to distinguish between them.

"Say Cao Ying, Cao Ying arrives. Minmin, who do you think this is coming? Gao Yuanchao said with a smile.

Gao Xiaomin got up and looked at Yang Fan who walked in in surprise.

This young man has a thin physique, because he has just finished practicing boxing, he looks very energetic, without the slightest sickness, with fresh short hair, good facial features, handsome eyes, and those dark pupils are the most special, like his mysterious soul, which makes people incomprehensible.

"Dad, is he the Yang Fan who cured you? How can you be so young? Although Gao Xiaomin had heard Yang Fan's story before, when he saw him in person, he couldn't connect him with the miracle doctor who saved thirteen patients. This is just a young man who is not much older than himself.

Gao Yuanchao said with a smile: "As the saying goes, people can't look good, and the sea can't fight." Just because he's young doesn't mean he can't achieve great things. ”

Gao Xiaomin listened, out of politeness, took the initiative to walk in front of Yang Fan, smiled at the corner of his mouth, showed his white teeth, stretched out his right hand and said, "Hello, my name is Gao Xiaomin." I came to pick up my dad from the hospital today, and I would like to thank you for saving my dad's life. ”

Yang Fan heard Ling Shuangshuang say that shaking hands when meeting is a kind of courtesy. However, he was still a little restrained, and reached out to quickly shake Gao Xiaomin and then took it back, saying, "Yang Fan is under him." Hello. ”

"Xiaomin, Yang Fan is this surname, just get used to it." Gao Yuanchao was afraid that Gao Xiaomin would not be able to adapt to Yang Fan's strange behavior, so he was busy playing a round.

Yang Fan smiled slightly, then returned to his hospital bed and sat down, and found that there was a bright tulip on his bedtable, which was fragrant and pleasing to the eye.

"Do you like it?" Gao Xiaomin asked with a smile.

Yang Fan nodded and asked, "Is this what you sent?" ”

"Well, it's a way to express my gratitude to you. Also, I have been interested in the ancient and mysterious Chinese medicine of our Huaxia Kingdom since I was a child, and I am a first-year student at the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine of S City Medical University, majoring in Chinese medicine. My father's illness is that the teachers in our school who rely on the old and sell the old are probably helpless, but you can be cured, which proves that you have some real kung fu, at least better than the teachers in our school. If it's convenient, can you give me your mobile phone number? In the future, if I encounter any problems that I don't understand, I won't be in a hurry and no one will advise me. ”