The wounded man did not notice the way the bow was tied in the slightest, and replied kindly:

"If you have money, you can go to the shelter and apply for medical treatment, and if you have a little money and you don't have a lot of money, you can go to Hangcheng Hospital. Today, I asked the old man for a ride, and it just so happened that he knew a doctor. Hey, how many sequences are you? ”

"It's about the same as you." Zheng Yi said vaguely.

The injured man talked about prosperity and said:

"Our legion used to have a Sequence 9 doctor, but Mao didn't use it! There is only one skill, anesthesia. The problem is that light pain relief is a fart, you have to make me better. Later, once the boss was injured, and he tossed for a few days without getting it right, and the was all beaten out. ”

Zheng Yi shook his head: "He may have been forced to be a doctor." ”

"That's right." The wounded laughed and said:

"I heard that even if the doctor's sequence is a 9, four out of five are out of control, but it's miserable. It's no wonder that you say it's not weird, the loss of control of the warrior sequence is very rare, and two or three out of ten are up to the sky. ”

Zheng Yi didn't answer, and his conscience found out that he gave him another healing technique, so that his bones could recover faster. He put away the surgical instruments and said:

"Don't use this leg, it's better to use crutches for a few more days."

"Doctor, how long will it take for me to get better?" The wounded man asked.

Zheng Yi asked rhetorically: "If you go to the hospital in Hangcheng, how long will it take?" ”

"Three months." The wounded said with palpitations.

"It's definitely faster than over there." Zheng Yi wanted to snatch the source of the disease from other people's mouths, so he had to work quality. If he hasn't recovered in three months, give him more treatment. In the end, he gave [expelling the disease] to ensure that no infection would occur, and then received 300 yuan from the injured brother.

A thick stack, ten yuan a piece.

Plastic banknotes feel weird.

On the front of the banknote are two men Zheng Yi did not know, and on the reverse are the starry sky and the bright moon......

Wait, is this a fake?!

Why are there two moons?!

Zheng Yi pretended to be an old bird and put the banknotes into the lattice of his belt, as if nothing had happened.

After the transaction was completed, Zheng Yi said: "If you have any questions, feel free to find me." Half the cost of follow-up visits. ”

"Okay." The injured man tried to get out of bed and asked the younger brother to bring him crutches.

Zheng Yi saw that he was so well prepared, and he seemed to have a lot of experience.

The injured man tried to jump two steps and said, "Don't say it, it's good, the flesh is a little itchy now." ”

That's when the anesthesia is almost over.

"I wish you a speedy recovery."

Zheng Yi put away his things and prepared to go to the market to see if there was anything he could use.

"By the way, doctor, can you cure a heart attack?"

The injured person suddenly turned around:

"My old man has heart disease, and when I went to Hangcheng, I said it was very difficult to get it. The price of the shelter is deadly expensive...... If you can be optimistic, I will give you another two hundred. ”

Zheng Yi said: "I'll take a look at the patient first. ”

The patient was quickly taken out.

In terms of body shape, father and son are indeed very similar. However, to Zheng Yi's surprise, the injured man's father was an ordinary person who had not been injected with genetic modification drugs. There was an aura of déjà vu on Zheng Yi's face, and he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Hello, doctor."

The new patient greeted him with a blank face.

Zheng Yi remembered: this is a generation of exiles.

He didn't say much and just put his hand on the patient's chest.

Intuitively, a concept flashed through my mind: parachute mitral stenosis.

Zheng Yi withdrew his hand:

"I don't know about the shelter. If there is no high-level doctor in Hangcheng Hospital, no matter how good the operating environment is, it will be dangerous. This is a rare disease, and the technical requirements during the operation are extremely high, and the postoperative healing is very unsatisfactory. ”

The son who had a broken leg jumped over: "Doctor, can you get my dad right?" ”

"Yes...... But add money. "Zheng Yi can't open his chest here. He is confident in his mitral valve repair, but he doesn't have an extracorporeal bypass machine, who can he find to help the patient maintain the indicators?

This patient can only be repaired little by little by expelling the disease.

The man with the broken leg jumped two steps away and asked seriously, "How much?" ”

"Two hundred yuan, plus two bottles of spiritual restorative." Zheng Yi said.

The man with the broken leg was obviously relaxed and said, "No problem." ”

Seeing that he was so refreshing, Zheng Yi suspected that his offer was too low, and asked:

"How much is a bottle of No. 8's Spiritual Restorative Potion?"

The man with the broken leg smiled slyly: "The market price is one hundred and one bottles." ”

Needless to say, Zheng Yi also knew that he could get a cheaper one.

A generation of exiles seems to have been exiled because they were "useless" or "not enough", but they still have an advantage over the surface people.

They knew certain people in the Vault who didn't mind using the exiles for personal dealings. The kind of transaction that doesn't get in the way of the big picture, but can improve your life.

When one generation of exiles dies, the second generation is often unable to take over the resources. After all, it is too far away to be 5,000 kilometers apart, restrict communication, no video, and no visits.

"Now." Zheng Yi said.

The man with the broken leg nodded.

With the trust base of the previous transaction, there is no need to sign a contract for the new transaction.

The man with the broken leg first took two bottles of No. 8 Spiritual Recovery Agent from his inventory, which was a high-concentration model, which was specially distributed by the Vault for spiritual transcendents. Although it is only ten milliliters, it is said to be very powerful.

Zheng Yi unceremoniously opened the test tube and filled a bottle.

Compared with the mint-flavored blue bottle made by Acala, the taste of the small green bottle is slightly sweet, and it has a feeling of mixing tropical fruits. However, its absorption is more domineering, and it can penetrate directly from the sublingual vein, all the way down the spine to the brain, all the way to the heart, and with the heart pumping into the arteries, it flows around the body.

Zheng Yi inspected his own spiritual power reserves and confirmed that the No. 8 small green bottle was comparable to the big blue bottle of Akara, which could bring about 3,300ml of spiritual power.

Putting away another small green bottle, Zheng Yi began to [expel disease] for the old man.

He has used the skill of this sequence 8 many times, curing the sick and disinfecting the disease. Normally, he will not use it for more than five seconds, because he has to burn 80ml of blue per second, which is really a hidden big blue burner.

This time, because he couldn't operate, Zheng Yi could only use this skill to burn. Once he let go of the lock, he quickly immersed himself in it, flowing into the patient's body with his spiritual power.

- This is the way to go.

Zheng Yi suddenly found that his spiritual power was a little off, like a compass affected by a magnetic field.

Of course, this is a very normal thing, you have spiritual power, I have it, everyone has it, and there must be interference between each other.

Relying on his deep study of anatomy, Zheng Yi used his consciousness to open up a highway to the mitral valve. Carrying the spiritual power of [driving away disease], along this highway, it goes straight to the lesion.

With the help of passive [insight], Zheng Yi almost "saw" the distortion site, and saw that when the heart contracted, blood flowed backwards into the left atrium.

Sure enough, it was a parachute-shaped mitral stenosis.

Fortunately, it is the most common type of this rare disease, and there are some types that have only been mentioned in textbooks.

Zheng Yi used the spiritual power of [expelling disease] as a scalpel to split the fused chordae tendinae, remove the excess valve between the chordae tendinae, and cut the secondary chordae tendinae that affect the activity of the valve leaflets, and split the ** muscle to divide the chordae tendinae and ** muscle into two parts: front and back.

Under the operation of consciousness, Zheng Yi does not need to worry about extreme challenges such as hand tremors and micro-exercises, nor does he have the physical challenges of thoracotomy surgery. Because it is a skill brought by genes, it is like instinct, and as long as you realize it, the effect will be displayed as quickly as a flame spraying snow.

Get!

Zheng Yi came back from his immersion and happily announced: "The operation was a success. ”

He immediately checked the consumption and couldn't help but be taken aback.