"Oh, that's what I mean, go to my house and sit down." Zhang Zhongjie smiled and took Jiang Fan's hand.

"Dean Zhang, if you have anything to do with me, just say it, don't make excuses." Jiang Fan shook off Zhang Zhongjie's fat palm, and the hair on his hand was like a bear's paw, and he couldn't stand it.

Zhang Zhongjie looked left and right, and said mysteriously: "Brother Jiang, take you to see a very important patient, come with me!" ”

"Cut, don't come with me, what kind of dignitaries and nobles are you treating, right, what about the outpatient fee?" Jiang Fan stretched out his hand, his fingers rubbing the gesture of counting the money.

"Oh, Brother Jiang, how vulgar are you, maybe we will become relatives in the future, what kind of money are you talking about!" Zhang Zhongjie smiled and took Jiang Fan's hand, dragged it away.

Jiang Fan exerted a little force, and Zhang Zhongjie was dragged back, "Dean Zhang, what kind of character are you going to see?" If you don't make it clear, I won't go, I'm still busy! Jiang Fan immediately made a gesture of leaving.

When Zhang Zhongjie saw that Jiang Fan was serious, he immediately changed his face to a very serious face and said: "Let's tell you the truth, Premier Zhao is sick, please go and treat him!" ”

"What, Premier Zhao is sick!" Premier Zhao is an honest official and is deeply loved by the Chinese people, and Jiang Fan respects him very much.

"Yes, are you going?" Zhang Zhongjie said.

"Why didn't you say it earlier, how could Premier Zhao not go when he was sick, let's go!" Jiang Fan grabbed Zhang Zhongjie's hand, no matter how hairy his hand was, he could take care of it so much.

A black car stopped in front of an antique building, after the door opened, Jiang Fan and Zhang Zhongjie got into the car, Zhang Zhongjie showed his ID, the guards let him go, Jiang Fan and Zhang Zhongjie entered the Sihe-style courtyard.

"Dean Zhang, you are here, the prime minister was so painful that he didn't sleep all night last night." A young female nurse said.

"Ahh How about the Prime Minister? Zhang Zhongjie asked nervously.

"It's okay for the time being, he's in bed reviewing documents." The female nurse said.

"How can you let the prime minister work, he deserves more rest for this illness!" Zhang Zhongjie reproached.

"We don't let the prime minister work, but he insists on working, and we can't beat him!" The female nurse called Qu Dao.

On the bed in the bedroom lay an old man with gray hair, sword eyebrows, a straight nose and a square mouth, piercing eyes, and angular cheeks, who was intently flipping through a file.

Jiang Fan immediately recognized that this was the prime minister often seen on TV, he had been tortured by illness and was very thin, his pale face was full of wrinkles, and his withered hands were struggling to write something with a pen in his hand.

"Prime Minister, Dean Zhang has come to see you!" The female nurse said softly.

Premier Zhao raised his head and smiled: "Oh, Zhongjie, sit down." Is this little brother the miracle doctor you and I mentioned? Zhao Yi gently closed the folder and placed it at the head of the bed.

After Zhang Zhongjie sat down, he nodded and said, "Yes, it is the miracle doctor I mentioned to you, Xu Weihong's illness has been cured by him!" “

"Oh! Great, Lao Xu has recovered, and the dragon group can regain its strength! Zhao Yi was very happy, and his pale cheeks were slightly flushed.

Jiang Fan had already opened the Tianyan acupoint, and soon discovered Zhao Yi's condition, Zhao Yi's liver area was surrounded by thick gray sick qi, and the liver eye acupoint was closed by gray sick qi, in terms of current medicine, Zhao Yi had advanced liver cancer.

Not only that, but the lungs and stomach are also surrounded by gray sick qi, among which the lung Yu acupoint and the stomach acupoint are closed by gray sick qi, which means that it has been transferred.

"Xiao Jiang, do you see what illness the prime minister is suffering from?" Zhang Zhongjie asked.

Jiang Fan was a little excited in his heart, the prime minister has always been a figure he admires, and now he has such a serious illness and still doesn't forget his work, it's really touching!

"The Prime Minister has advanced liver cancer! It has metastasized to the lungs and stomach! Jiang Fan's voice trembled a little.

"Can the Prime Minister's illness be cured?" Zhang Zhongjie asked nervously, his eyes looking at Jiang Fan expectantly.

"It can be cured!" Jiang Fan said firmly.

Zhang Zhongjie was relieved and said happily: "Great, the prime minister is saved!" ”

Zhao Yi smiled: "I didn't expect that my old bones could work for the people for a few years!" ”

"Xiao Jiang, do you need to prepare any items?" Zhang Zhongjie said.

"Please prepare a bag of salt and a basin of warm water." Jiang Fan said.

"Xiao Liu, you go and prepare these items." Zhang Zhongjie commanded.

Nurse Xiao Liu immediately went out, and a moment later brought a basin of water and a bag of salt, and Jiang Fan dissolved the salt into the water. Then let the nurse Xiao Liu help Zhao Yi up and sit on the chair, while Jiang Fan stood in front of him, stretched out his hands and began to chant a mantra to grab the sick qi.

The gray sickness of cancer patients is very strong, and Jiang Fan grabbed and pulled out the gray sickness in the liver and eye points six times in a row, and then grabbed and pulled out the gray sickness in the stomach and lungs. When the gray sick gas is thrown into the salt water, it makes a "squeak!" The sound was like water splashing in hot oil.

After repeating this many times, he grabbed the gray sick qi cleanly, because Zhao Yi's body was very weak, and the vitality of the Destiny Gate and Shen Ji acupoints was insufficient, Jiang Fan immediately gave him the Ming Gate and Shen Qi acupoints, which was a Maoshan Qi replenishment technique, a method specially for the weak to replenish their vitality.

Jiang Fan's palm emitted white vitality, filling up the vitality of the Destiny Gate and Divine Acupoints, and after a while, Jiang Fan's forehead was sweating. Maoshan Qi Replenishment Technique is a method of consuming one's own vitality to replenish the vitality of others, so Jiang Fan's physical strength is very exertional, and his face is a little pale.

After the last breath replenishment, Zhao Yi's face became ruddy, and he felt comfortable, as if he had been younger for more than ten years.

"The Prime Minister has been cured!" Jiang Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Prime Minister, stand up and feel it!" Zhang Zhong Jericho helped Zhao Yi up, his fingers on his vein, and was surprised to find that the pulse had completely returned to normal.

"I feel good, full of strength, as if I have been reborn from the fire!" Zhao Yi was pleasantly surprised, he walked back and forth a few steps, carefully felt his body, and no longer had that feeling of pain and weakness.

"Xiao Jiang, your medical skills are really amazing, the medical problems of the world world are simply vulnerable in front of you! Do a good job, and the future is bright! Zhao Yi looked at Jiang Fan appreciatively and nodded.

Jiang Fan smiled and didn't speak, at this time he really didn't know what to say, especially in front of the prime minister he respected very much.

When leaving, it was Zhao Yi who personally sent Jiang Fan out of the compound, and when he returned to the Imperial Medical College, Jiang Fan felt very tired and fell asleep on the bed.

The next morning, after Jiang Fan got up, washed up, and just finished breakfast, Dean Zhang accompanied a man in military uniform towards the dormitory.

"Xiao Jiang, someone from the Ministry of Defense is looking for you." Zhang Zhongjie said.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Jiang Fan said.

"Hello Dr. Jiang, I am here to invite you to the Ministry of National Defense on the order of Minister Sheng." The man saluted.

"What? The Ministry of Defense looking for me? Jiang Fan immediately thought of Sheng Wanghong, what is the matter with him looking for me? Could it be that he is also seriously ill? If this guy is seriously ill, Lao Tzu will not be cured!

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