Volume 1 The Fox Demon Crying Grave Chapter 45: Traditional Chinese Medicine

Who has not seen it and experienced life and death.

Xu Ye saw that no one stepped forward, so he directly stepped forward and pushed the little boy towards the operating room.

Seeing this, the middle-aged male doctor stepped forward again and said, "Non-medical staff are not allowed to enter the operating room. ”

"What did you say?" Xu Ye turned to look at the middle-aged doctor and shouted.

"This, that's the rule!" The middle-aged male doctor hesitated.

"Discipline your mother!" Xu Ye directly burst into foul language.

"You ......"

Before the middle-aged male doctor could say his words, he was directly scolded by Xu Ye in a cold voice: "If you dare to bark again, the master will abolish you now." ”

"Vulgar." The middle-aged male doctor whispered to himself and didn't dare to speak again.

Seeing this, Song Wanying stepped forward and looked at Xu Ye's chest and said, "Jiang Xia, the success rate of this operation is indeed very low, and your rash actions will not only not save him, but also harm him." ”

"Do you believe me?" Xu Ye looked at Song Wanying's heaving chest and asked.

Song Wanying was directly stopped by Xu Ye's words, and looked at Xu Ye for a while and didn't know how to answer.

If it was replaced by Jiang Xia before, Song Wanying would definitely roll her eyes and ignore it.

But today's Jiang Xia made Song Wanying feel like she really had a husband for the first time.

"I ......" Song Wanying looked at Xu Ye and didn't know how to speak.

"If you believe me, I'll give me another ten minutes." Xu Ye continued to stare at Song Wanying's chest that was constantly heaving because of emotion.

"You want the main knife?" Song Wanying looked at Xu Ye with some surprise.

Because she knew that Jiang Xia was indeed a doctor, and she was also a family of traditional Chinese medicine.

But she knew that her husband was an embroidered pillow, and he didn't have any real talent at all.

What's more, this is a surgical operation, which has nothing to do with Chinese medicine, and he is now going to take out the iron nail close to the heart of the little boy, which is simply a joke.

This is no longer a question of believing or distrusting, if you nod your head and agree, it is equivalent to being an accomplice to murder.

Xu Ye saw the hesitation in Song Wanying's eyes, so he put his hands on her shoulders, stared into her eyes and said, "There's no time, believe me, okay?" Like just now, I won't let you down. ”

At this moment, Song Wanying was suddenly in a trance, and she didn't know why she suddenly wanted to cry.

"Okay." Song Wanying nodded with red eyes, and at the same time turned back to several nurses behind her and shouted, "Prepare for surgery." ”

Seeing this, the middle-aged male doctor wanted to step forward to stop him, but he was directly gagged by Song Wanying before he could speak.

"Doctor Wang, if anything happens to this operation, I, Song Wanying, will be responsible for it alone." After saying that, Song Wanying accompanied Xu Ye and walked towards the operating room.

After walking into the operating room, Song Wanying was about to connect the instrument and inject the anesthetic into the little boy according to the usual procedure.

But Xu Ye interrupted: "No." ”

"If he doesn't take anesthetics, he'll die of pain." Song Wanying looked at Xu Yedao.

"Then what if you don't have to go under the knife." Xu Ye looked at the little boy's pale little face and said to Song Wanying.

"What do you mean?" Song Wanying was a little puzzled and said, "How can you get it without surgery?" ”

The corners of Xu Ye's mouth curled up slightly and said, "Chinese medicine with hands!" ”

As soon as Xu Ye said that, he directly gathered his spiritual power into his hands and stretched it towards the little boy's chest.

As Xu Ye's hands covered the little boy's chest, the spiritual power in Xu Ye's body immediately slowly flowed into the little boy's chest.

With the infusion of spiritual power, the little boy's chest began to heat up slightly, and the golden spiritual power also began to approach the little boy's heart with Xu Ye's guidance, and the golden spiritual power turned into a golden film, slowly wrapping the little boy's heart.

After sensing that the golden spiritual power had completely wrapped the little boy's heart, Xu Ye withdrew his hands and put them into his pockets, quickly opening the foreign object space of the broken pen.

There are also three Chunsheng Pills that Xu Shun gave to him before leaving.

The elixir of the yin and yang realm is divided into nine grades like the spirit rune, although the Chunsheng Pill is only a second-grade elixir, but in today's era of yin and yang chaos, it is already a very high-quality elixir.

The black market price has been speculated to 100,000 pieces.

Xu Shuntian was able to take out three of them and give them to Xu Ye, a cheap apprentice, as a parting gift, which can be regarded as a big blood.

But this Xu Ye naturally didn't know.

Xu Ye only knew that the effect of Chunsheng Pill had the effect of cultivating the essence and strengthening the yuan, relieving pain and itching, and it could also temporarily help the little boy in front of him to maintain his vitality, and the blood that pulled the wound no longer flowed out.

As for whether this thing is worth anything, Xu Ye thinks it shouldn't be worth much, and no matter how expensive the herbal pill is, it's only a hundred yuan.

Reaching out and taking out the Chunsheng Pill from the foreign object space of the broken knife, he put it in the little boy's mouth and let him swallow it.

Xu Ye pressed one hand on the dantian position of the little boy's abdomen, and stretched out the other hand towards the iron nail inserted in the little boy's chest.

As Xu Ye's hand slowly exerted force, the iron nail was pulled out inch by inch.

Seeing Xu Ye acting so rashly, Song Wanying on the side was a little worried and immediately stepped forward to stop it.

"Jiang Xia ......"

Without waiting for Song Wanying to speak, Xu Ye directly interrupted: "Don't speak." ”

At this moment, the little boy lying on the operating table was still pale, and there was no blood.

But a third of the iron nails in his chest had been pulled out, and the aura that wrapped his heart in his body was constantly circling and entwining, like a stream, flowing endlessly.

Xu Ye saw that a third of the iron nails came out, and the little boy's face did not show any discomfort, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The movements of his hand did not stop at all, and he continued to slowly pull out the iron nail outward.

But at this moment, the little boy suddenly let out a howl, bit his lip tightly, pressed the edge of the operating table with both hands, and his whole thin body struggled violently, his face twisted and painful to the extreme.

Seeing this, Xu Ye immediately stopped what he was doing, and used his spiritual power to look into the little boy's body.

At this moment, the spiritual power in the little boy's body was touched by the iron nail that was pulled out, and it began to flow violently.

The air pressure generated by the powerful flow of aura pressed the little boy's heart, which is why he was so miserable.

But this also proves that if the iron nail is to be removed, it will inevitably touch the heart.

Therefore, if Xu Ye did not adopt such a simple and crude method, no matter how skilled the doctor was, he would still be helpless.

After peeking at the little boy's life, Xu Ye was relieved, looked back at Song Wanying and said, "Help, hold him down, don't let him move." ”

After hearing Xu Ye's words, several nurses on the side looked at each other, and none of them dared to step forward.

Because they had never seen a doctor dare to treat a patient like this.

Not to mention them, even Song Wanying was a little incredulous at the moment.

"Jiang Xia, it's against the rules for you to do this." Song Wanying looked at Xu Yedao.

"It's important to stipulate or the patient's life to be important." Xu Ye roared: "Hold him down." ”

Seeing Xu Ye's eagerness, Song Wanying subconsciously walked over and reached out to grab one of the little boy's arms.

Seeing that Dr. Song had made a move, the other nurses did not hesitate too much, and immediately stepped forward and pressed the little boy's arms, legs and feet.

"Little friend, promise me that I must hold on, okay, as long as you hold on for a maximum of three minutes, the big brother can let you survive, believe that my survival is more important than anything else." Xu Ye leaned over and whispered in the little boy's ear.

After saying that, Xu Ye continued to move, and slowly pulled the iron nail on the little boy's chest again.

This time he picked up his pace, but the little boy's face was still distorted in pain, but the struggle was noticeably less.

Obviously, he should have heard what Xu Ye had just said.

Looking at Xu Ye, who was immersed in pulling out the iron nails, Song Wanying on the side suddenly felt that her husband seemed to be really good-looking.

And, at this moment, he seems to have a strange brilliance on his body.

"It's out." With Xu Ye's exclamation, the iron nails were finally pulled out.

Looking at the iron nail in Xu Ye's hand, several nurses, including Song Wanying, all showed the same smile for the rest of their lives.

"Put on a ventilator." Xu Ye said to Song Wanying beside him: "Wife, you come to stitch up the wound." ”

After hearing Xu Ye's words, Song Wanying's face showed a shyness that she had never felt before, and she nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Song Wanying's technique of stitching up the wound was very skillful, and the wound was stitched up quickly.

With the blessing of the ventilator, the little boy's face gradually recovered.

"How's the vital signs?" After Song Wanying finished stitching up the wound, she asked a little nurse with a round face next to the instrument.

"Everything works." The round-faced little nurse looked at Song Wanying and said.

Seeing this, Song Wanying wiped the fine beads of sweat on her forehead and said to Xu Ye: "The operation was successful." ”

When the little boy was pushed out of the operating room, Xu Ye realized that the middle-aged doctor had just gone to inform the dean, and the entire operating room was full of people at the moment.

There are even people holding mobile phones to record and waiting to eat human blood steamed buns.

Seeing this, Xu Ye quietly put on a mask and walked behind the people.

"You kid, remember, don't force your head to show up after you go down the mountain." This is a piece of advice that Xu Shuntian said to Xu Ye before Xu Ye went down the mountain.

Although Xu Ye and Xu Shuntian always quarrel on weekdays, he knows that his master will not harm him.

Every word he said when he was serious, Xu Ye remembered it in his heart.

Because he knows that good words are good for deeds, and good medicine is good for sickness.

"How?" A middle-aged man who bowed his head stepped forward and looked at Song Wanying and asked anxiously.

"It worked." Song Wanying nodded.

Hearing the three words success, the onlookers widened their eyes and began to squeeze towards the little boy.

Seeing this, Song Wanying immediately stretched out her hand to stop her: "The patient is very weak now, and he needs to rest, please don't disturb him for the time being." ”