"That's the truth." Zuo 7 looked like "you are not qualified": "You have released your skills and entered the high-dimensional channel, how can you control where it goes?" Taking the exorcism of disease as an example, we put it on the patient, whether it is to solve beriberi or to solve liver tumors, this is random! ”

Zheng Yi turned sideways, leaned on the armrest, and smiled.

"What are you laughing at!" A sequence 8 shouted.

"I can't help it." Zheng Yi leaned on the armrest: "What about your healing techniques?" Can't you control it? ”

"Of course, this is an axiom." Left 7 failed to gain the admiration of this country doctor as he wished, but was ridiculed and couldn't help but be annoyed.

"A treatment is out, not sure if it's going to repair a cracked skin or a broken bone, is that right?"

"There is a high probability that the treatment will repair a larger wound, and I have written a paper to prove this." A certain Sequence 8 flaunts itself.

Zheng Yi didn't want to pay attention to him at all. Like yesterday's case of fractures, if the treatment is inexplicable to repair the fibula, then wouldn't he have to die?

"Nonsense." Zheng Yi gave everyone a roll of their eyes: "Is anesthesia also random?" ”

"The scope of anesthesia is determined by the area of the contact point, and you really don't understand anything." Sequence 8 came up and laughed in turn: "Can't you see medical papers outside?" Hey, by the way, have you watched "Enlightenment"? ”

- Have you seen The Lancet?

Zheng Yi took a deep breath:

"You can't do that. Skills must be controlled, otherwise why are we called 'doctors'? Just throwing skills out, where is the technical content? Isn't it even more brainless than a warrior? ”

"Pay attention to your demeanor." Sequence 7 on the right said in a deep voice.

As for Sequence 6, he didn't want to talk to the little doctor in front of him anymore.

As the tuxedo manager arrived, the Roundtable fell into an awkward silence.

The tuxedo glanced at Sequence 6 and said directly to Zheng Yi:

"Sir, Mr. Executive would like to know if his treatment group can facilitate you."

Sequence 6 stood up and said:

"Mr. Xiao, I have reason to suspect that this therapist in front of me is a liar. If his treatment works, it must be due to luck. ”

"Dr. Tang," the tuxedo manager smiled, "if the treatment works, it's Mr. Executive's luck." ”

Sequence 6 chokes.

From the patient's point of view, assuming that the treatment is all about luck, then having a cure is good luck and not having a good effect is bad luck. Mr. Executive has had so much luck that he has made a lot of transcendents and it doesn't work.

"I would have liked to join the treatment team and try to speed up the healing of Mr. Executive." Zheng Yi said calmly: "But ...... I don't care if they're not willing to cooperate. ”

Zheng Yi really doesn't care. If the treatment team can help, he will be happy to relieve the patient's pain sooner. If the treatment team can't help, he can get ten sticks of No. 8 every day, which is also very satisfying.

Realizing that he accidentally missed the truth, Zheng Yi made up a sentence:

"Anyway, Mr. Executive will recover in two weeks."

The tuxedo manager smiled sincerely:

"Well, I want to know, who is not willing to cooperate with Mr. Doctor."

"I can't work for this wild healer who doesn't know anything!" A grumpy Sequence 8 shouted.

Without waiting for others to echo him, Zheng Yi had already sneered coldly: "Yes, yes, your arrogance is far more important than the patient's health." ”

The hat was thrown out, and no one dared to put it on their heads.

The truth is a big truth, but when it comes to the identity of the patient, the person in power on the surface of the Western Regions, who dares to say that his face is more important?

"I believe in the ethics of the doctors. ”

Sequence 6 had to show the demeanor and responsibility of the leader, and said coldly:

"You can pick and choose who you like."

"It's okay, as long as you can perform [Exorcision of Disease]." Zheng Yi stood up: "Chief, when is it convenient to start treatment?" ”

"It's up to you." Manager Xiao gave Zheng Yi another face. As a patient with advanced liver cancer, what could be more important than receiving treatment?

Zheng Yi ignored the others, turned around and walked towards the building.

In the master bedroom on the fifth floor, Mr. Executive has a rare good look. He had been chatting with Du Bin for half an hour, without the slightest feeling of exhaustion. Usually he would be dizzy and drowsy as long as he talked to someone for ten minutes.

Seeing the bedroom door open, the young Zheng Yi walked in, and Mr. Executive gave a smile.

"I slept well last night, I haven't had this good time in a long time." The old man said.

The face of Sequence 6 following behind Zheng Yi was very bad, it had never been so bad.

"And there are no headaches." The old man added.

Zheng Yi walked to the bedside: "This is normal. If possible, a craniotomy can remove the tumor more quickly. ”

The atmosphere at the scene was almost frozen.

Zheng Yi didn't feel that he had said anything wrong, and continued:

"Mr. Executive, there will be some changes in the treatment today."

Sequence 6 said coldly, "You should try it on the volunteers first." ”

"I trust you, doctor, that everything is up to you in terms of treatment." The old executive ignored his own treatment team leader.

Zheng Yi's gaze swept over the five-digit sequence 8. In the spiritual vision, the white spirit of the person in the middle is even fuller. So he pointed to the bespectacled, slightly chubby transcendent in the middle:

"You come here and cast [Exorcism] for Mr. Executive."

The chubby Sequence 8, who was chosen, saluted the executive first, then walked to the appropriate position, reached out, and said, "I'm going to start." A glimmer of light flashed in his palm, quickly covering the old man.

This is the standard treatment, and doctors like Zheng Yi who like to contact patients are in the minority.

Zheng Yi put his hand on the top of the old executive's skull, so that he would feel closer to the lesion. In a moment of tranquility, he captured the skill of that chubby 8. From the point of view of energy induction, it is very similar to his own [expelling diseases].

It's just that Zheng Yi's own [Exorcision of Disease] is like an ever-changing weapon, and when it needs to break the nerves, it is a flamethrower; When it is needed to cut the chordae tendon, it is the opener. And this chubby 8's [expelling disease]——

- It's a mallet.

Zheng Yi lamented in his heart.

"It's time to stop." Zheng Yi let out a long sigh and said, "That's right, whether your skills are effective or not depends on luck. ”

The old executive didn't mind Zheng Yi's attitude, the universal value of the refuge was pragmatism, and he never minded the attitude, he asked bluntly:

"So, doctor, are they still useful?"