Chapter 352 of the text Your Highness

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The dean turned sideways, revealing the gray-haired old doctor behind him, and smiled gently and stretched out his hand to introduce Xiao Mengyue: "Little girl! There is a good thing to tell you, this old gentleman is Mr. Sun from the Imperial Hospital of Beijing! Mr. Sun saw Zhao Yan unconscious on the news in the past two days, and the reason is unknown, Mr. Sun is a benevolent doctor, so he took advantage of this visit to Nanjing to visit friends, and came to see Zhao Yan's situation by the way! Oh, little girl! A national player like Mr. Sun, under normal circumstances, can't be invited! ”

After speaking, the fifty-year-old dean closed his mouth with a smile and looked at Xiao Mengyue with smiling eyes, he knew that as long as he made such an introduction, there was no need to say much about the rest. ≤，

Sure enough, Xiao Mengyue was surprised to hear that the gray-haired old doctor at the door was a national expert in the treatment of consciousness sleepiness, but before she could speak, Wu Yiping, who was originally sitting at the head of Zhao Yan's bed, had already run to the door in surprise and hurriedly asked Mr. Sun to enter the ward to help inspect her son.

Mr. Sun smiled and said gently: "Big sister! Don't be so polite, I'll go first and see how your child is doing! ”

After speaking, he walked into the ward, walked to Zhao Yan's bedside, first stood on the side of the bed and observed Zhao Yan's complexion twice, and then sat down on the chair next to the bed under the attention of a group of people, and stretched out his hand to squint Zhao Yan's pulse.

Unlike Lu Yang's time and space, Daming's current medical treatment is still centered on traditional Chinese medicine.

The popularity of Western medicine in Daming actually exceeds that of traditional Chinese medicine, but most of them show people ordinary diseases, but once it comes to some diseases that can be treated by non-surgical resection, or diseases of nerves and veins, Western medicine will catch blindness most of the time, and often at this time, Chinese medicine can cure it.

In this regard, Western doctors often feel incredible, for the theory of Chinese medicine qi, pulse and acupuncture points, Western doctors try to use instruments to find, but always can not find a trace.

However, because Chinese medicine can indeed cure many diseases that Western medicine cannot cure, the Western medical community has been working hard to study Chinese medicine, trying to use their so-called science to verify those mysterious theories of Chinese medicine, but there has been little progress.

"Strange ......"

Nearly a minute later, Mr. Sun opened his eyes, his fingers also left Zhao Yan's wrist, but a pair of gray thick eyebrows were wrinkled.

Wu Yiping nervously clasped her hands in front of her lower abdomen, hunched over beside her and asked worriedly: "Old man!" What do you think? Is my son still saved? Please, you must find a way to save my son! I'm just such a son! ”

Xiao Mengyue also stood aside with bated breath, and there was nervousness in her eyes.

Mr. Sun shook his head slightly and sighed, "Strange! Judging from the pulse, your son is in good health, healthier than the average young man, but his consciousness is indeed in a deep sleep, which is strange! ”

Among the onlookers, Zhao Yan's physician in charge hesitated when he heard this, stepped forward half a step forward and whispered, "Old Sun!" We looked through his brain with a fluoroscopy machine and found that his brain cells were highly active all the time......"

The implication is that he naturally suspects that Mr. Sun has made a wrong diagnosis, Zhao Yan's brain cells are in a highly active state, and it stands to reason that his consciousness should also be in a highly active state, how can it be that his consciousness is in a deep state?

"Oh?"

Sun Lao turned his head in surprise, his brows furrowed even tighter, and after thinking about it, he took Zhao Yan's pulse again, but after a while, the doubts on his face became even thicker.

"Impossible, right? His consciousness is indeed asleep, are you sure that his brain cells are really in a highly active state all the time? ”

Mr. Sun turned his head again, looking suspiciously at the doctor who had just spoken.

……

Beijing, Zhongshu University.

In an antique boys' dormitory, Zhu Hongke was reading a book, and the mobile phone in his hand suddenly rang, he glanced at it and saw that the name displayed on the screen was "housekeeper", so he picked up the mobile phone and connected the call.

"What?"

An old man's voice came from the phone: "Your Highness! According to your will, Sun Yinong has already arrived in Nanjing, and he should be able to show that student tonight! Your Highness, you can rest assured! ”

"Hmm."

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Hongke's mouth, his mood was obviously much better, and he asked in a relaxed tone: "What about the other thing?" How's it going? ”

The old man's respectful voice: "Your Highness, please put it down, the Jinyi Guard has already been dispatched, all the way to Jinmen, to arrest the one named You Xin!" At the same time, the Jinyi guard in Nanjing also sent a master to arrest the perpetrator! Your Highness can just wait, I expect that good news will come soon! ”

Zhu Hongke nodded with satisfaction: "Well, it's good!" If you have news, report it to me immediately! Hum! These people are too much of a thing.,This king is a hobby of reading novels.,These people are always the favorite author of this king! It's damned! ”

Old man: "Yes! Be! These people are so presumptuous! ”

Zhu Hongke: "Okay! Step aside! Report it to me when you have news! ”

Old man: "Yes! The old slave retires! ”

said that he was retiring, but the old man did not hang up the phone, and Zhu Hongke hung up the phone casually.

……

At the same time, in the hall of a mountainside villa in Zhenjiang, a little fire is dim, in the huge villa hall, there is no light, the light is very small, only the size of a soybean grain, through the moonlight reflected outside the door, you can vaguely see a black shadow figure behind the uncertain firelight.

In the hall, there was silence, as if no one was there.

At this time, all the lights on the upper and lower floors of the villa were brightly lit, including the silent hall.

Under the bright lights, the figure sitting under the high hall of the hall finally appeared, it was the gray-clothed man who shot and assassinated Zhao Yan before, the No. 2 of the Impermanence Organization, and the man who was called "Xu Cong" in Jinshan Temple.

Today instead of being dressed in gray, he wore a strange black cloak and a silver pistol on the mahogany dining table at hand.

Looking closely, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and suddenly, his eyebrows moved, his eyes lifted, and he looked at the door of the villa indifferently.

A tall shadow was first reflected by the moonlight on the white marble ground inside the gate, followed by a heavy male voice: "Dead face!" You're interested! Didn't you hide with me, hum, did you wash your neck? ”

As he spoke, the tall figure of Babu, the No. 1 killer of the Impermanence Organization, walked into the door unhurriedly, the lights in the hall were bright, but his face still couldn't be illuminated, as a black man, he was too dark! Dressed in a black denim suit, he can only see a little white in his eyes, and there is no trace of white in other places.

"Hmph, as the king of guns, you actually chose to appear directly in front of me, it seems that you are ready to give the head?" Babu's voice was obviously not high, but every word he said echoed in the hall, and he stood at the door of the villa with a height of nearly one meter nine, and the hall seemed to be suddenly dark. (To be continued.) )