"You...... Hello! The old man, trembling, walked up. The boy beside him supported him with some difficulty.

Sure enough, when this old man was still five meters away from Ye Zhengyang, Ye Zhengyang had already smelled a foul smell. The stench, like the smell of rotten eggs, was mixed with the smell of rot. It's almost unbearable.

Those people from the Western Medical College looked at this old man gloatingly, and when they came to the free clinic of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, they all came to see this matter with the mentality of watching jokes.

"Hello, old man! Have a seat! Fang Xiaoxuan held back the stench and almost vomited.

"Oh, this classmate, this is my father, our family is in difficulty, I heard that you are here for free clinics, my father has to come and see, in fact, he has already given up on himself, hey, because our family, there is not so much money to pay for his medical expenses." The boy said sadly.

"We are indeed doing free clinics, but what is your father's illness and how can he have such a big smell?" Ye Zhengyang asked.

At this moment, this patient can only be received by Ye Zhengyang himself. The other classmates, although they did not leave, also retreated, and only Ye Zhengyang stood at the forefront alone.

"I heard from the doctors that one is a disease of the digestive system, which requires constant cleaning of the stomach and intestines, and if you don't clean it for a long time, the food you eat will accumulate in the body. In order to save medical expenses, we can only endure it for as many days as we can. Today, you are here for free clinics, my dad heard about it. It seems to see hope! The whole person is also in good spirits, and the panic is coming! The boy said.

"Hmm. Well, I'll diagnose your dad first! See where the disease is. All right? Under this foul smell, Ye Zhengyang almost vomited.

"Thank you, little friend!" The old man said gratefully.

"Please put your right hand out first!" Ye Zhengyang was ready to take the pulse of the old man.

The old man stretched out his right hand, which was covered with gray dirt, and Ye Zhengyang was a little surprised. Is this the kind of person in the city who hasn't taken a shower for so many days? Obediently, Ye Zhengyang's hand could barely be pressed.

Bear with me, doctor. That's it, you need to deal with different patients.

The pulse tangled down, and Ye Zhengyang suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"The General Recipe of the Dead Vein" suddenly came to Ye Zhengyang's heart, this song recipe, Ye Zhengyang has recited it countless times, he doesn't want it to be used, but today's pulse makes him have to exclaim:

"The finches pecked three or five times in a row. The house leaks for half a day, the bullet stone is hard to find and disperse, the fingers are scattered and the real solution is solved, and the fish seems to be there and seems to be nothing. The shrimp shrimp jumped quietly, and the kettle was boiling like soup, and there was no need for medicine to die on the eve of the day. ”

This is the moment when the real visceral pulse is critically ill. The veins that appear. It is a serious illness and exhaustion. Signs that the stomach gas has been defeated.

This also shows the life of the old man. It didn't take long.

The sweat on Ye Zhengyang's head slowly poured out of his pores.

Wang Mengyao could see it clearly, she walked up and gently wiped the sweat beads from Ye Zhengyang's forehead with her own handkerchief.

"How's it going? Classmate, am I saved? The old man's longing eyes burst with a glimmer of hope.

"This ......" Faced with such a patient, Ye Zhengyang didn't know how to speak.

"Little classmate, but it doesn't matter, I just want to know, how many days can I live! I don't want to die in the city, I want to go back, I want to die in my hometown! After speaking, the old man burst into tears.

These words gave Ye Zhengyang a great shock to his heart. It stands to reason that with the appearance of the death vein, the chance of this person being saved is already very small. However, it is not incurable. If you use acupuncture and herbal medicine, you still have a 10% chance of survival.

"Old man, let me tell you the truth, you are sick, you can still be saved!" Ye Zhengyang gritted his teeth and said this. He knows that the weight of this sentence also means that he will have to work very hard.

"Huh? And saved? There is still salvation! The boy suddenly became happy.

"However, the chance of success is only 10 percent, and you are willing to try it once. If you can pass this level, your father can return to the state of a normal person. If you can't pass this level, you ...... Go back and prepare for the future. ”

Ye Zhengyang never spoke to a patient like this, but this patient was special, before he died, he had his own wish, that is, to go back early and die in his hometown.

"Okay, little classmate, in my life, I am lucky enough to meet you, a doctor, even if I die, I am willing! Well, you give it a treat! Even if it can't be cured, I won't rely on you! ”

Let's talk, the old man took a piece of paper and said, "Son, you write, I voluntarily accept the treatment of this classmate, and die without regrets!" ”

Several people wrote this certificate clearly. Then, the old man and his son, on this certificate, signed and put their fingerprints.

When they were here to prepare, they were surrounded by people who didn't know when. There were students, and some citizens watched. They all wanted to see if this terminally ill old man could continue to live.

"Alright, old man, I'll make a statement first. I, Ye Zhengyang, as a doctor, do my best to save a patient, please believe me! If I don't succeed, please believe in Chinese medicine, because it is still the quintessence of our China! ”

Ye Zhengyang's words ushered in a round of applause, with praise and encouragement.

"Old man, I will use the silver needle to force out the stasis and toxins from your body. After that, it's up to you to take one last step, and if you can successfully cross it and spit out the sediment, you can survive! Remember, the first half depends on me, and the second half depends on you! You must remember! ”

Ye Zhengyang told him a thousand times, and he instructed him.

"Well, lad, I remember! Here you go! ”

The old man was lying on a makeshift stretcher used for physical examinations.

Ye Zhengyang took out his divine needle from his backpack. This is the same as the silver needle, but it is not an ordinary silver needle, at the critical moment, Ye Zhengyang may not be able to drop the chain, after all, human life is at stake.

"Alright, here we go. The people around him stepped back ten meters away. I only need to keep two assistants. Ye Zhengyang said.

The classmates immediately helped Ye Zhengyang clear the field. And with a cordon, the treatment site was fenced off. At this moment, outside the cordon, there are already three layers of people inside.

The assistants are Wang Mengyao and Fang Xiaoxuan. Of these two people, Ye Zhengyang trusts and understands Ye Zhengyang the most.

In order to achieve the treatment effect as soon as possible, Ye Zhengyang is ready to use the most risky, and at the same time, the effect is also the easiest to show the acupuncture method "ghost knocking on the door", this set of acupuncture acupuncture points and dredging the nervous system, a two-pronged approach. However, there is also a high risk, and the slightest carelessness can cause the patient to die violently.

This set of acupuncture is related to the twelve acupuncture points of the whole body, and the depth of each acupuncture point is closely related to the effect. If, after the acupuncture of these 12 acupuncture points at the same time, the patient can still bear it, then the hope will be greatly increased. Combined with moxibustion, it can accelerate the realization of the effect.

If, after these twelve acupuncture points are pierced, the patient cannot bear it, the possibility of violent death will appear. So, there's no way around it. Therefore, the stitching method is called "ghost knocking".

When acupuncture these acupuncture points, Ye Zhengyang experienced the most arduous experiment. Once, Ye Zhengyang entered, pulled, and exited the needle in seconds. But now, he didn't dare. Every stitch is equivalent to turning around in the ghost gate.

Not long after, the sweat on Ye Zhengyang's head flowed down the roots of his hair. Wang Mengyao was busy wiping her sweat behind, but she could wipe it there! The clothes on the back were already soaked.

Fang Xiaoxuan stood beside Ye Zhengyang, feeling that time had stopped, and every second was related to a person's life and death.

Twelve needles go down. What Ye Zhengyang was most worried about did not happen. The old man's eyes were slightly closed, and he was breathing evenly.

Ye Zhengyang took a long breath. Half of the biggest risks have passed.

"God help me!" A smile appeared on Ye Zhengyang's tense face.

Fang Xiaoxuan lit the moxa balls and placed them on the top of each silver needle. In the smoke, Ye Zhengyang quietly activated the Zhengyang Divine Skill to transmit energy through the old man's Yongquan acupoint. Thus, the effect of acupuncture is accelerated and the physical energy of the elderly is replenished.

Ten minutes later, the ball burned out. At this point, the acupuncture is complete.

The whole process has been carried out halfway.

"Fang Xiaoxuan, spread the sanitary cloth on the ground, five meters long and five meters wide, fast!" After Ye Zhengyang said this, he began to quickly shoot out the needle.

Put the twelve acupuncture points of the old man on the silver needles and pull them all out.

"Old man, acupuncture is over, the next step is up to you. I ask you, do three frog jumps. Hold your head in your hands, bend your legs down, and then jump three times ahead. After three jumps, there will be surprises! ”

At this moment, Fang Xiaoxuan had already quickly spread the sanitary cloth on the ground into a field with a length and width of five meters.

"Okay, I'll do it!" The old man stood up with some difficulty. Perhaps, it was the reason for the weakness of the body, and the old man had some difficulty standing on his own. Fang Xiaoxuan wanted to go up and help.

"No, no, this step, we must let him come by himself, otherwise, we will waste all our efforts!" Ye Zhengyang pulled Fang Xiaoxuan.

The old man trembled and got off the makeshift stretcher, already sweating profusely. He staggered and took a step forward. With your head in your hands, you bend down, ready to start half-squatting.

With a "plop", the old man suddenly fell.

"Ahh Onlookers, a scream.

"Old man, get up by yourself, get up by yourself, go through this step, and you will recover! Grit your teeth and make a last stand! Last Stand! ”

Ye Zhengyang clenched his fists and widened his eyes! The last step! (To be continued......)