Sister, you miss me

He Lingxin shook his head: "I don't know, I heard that his family has a clinic."

After pondering for a moment, He Kun looked at Wang Fenglin and said, "Director Wang, what do you think?"

Wang Fenglin admitted that he had read countless people, but he felt that he couldn't see through the young man in front of him. He was a little curious. What kind of support does this young man have?

Wang Fenglin cleared his throat and said: "Young man, since you and Xinxin are classmates, it is not impossible to let you try, but this is not a joke, you can't mess around."

"I'm not a show-off person, if it weren't for Xinxin's grandmother..." Yang Feng said here, he immediately felt He Lingxin's murderous eyes, and quickly said: "Yes, but I have a request."

"You said." Wang Fenglin behaved very grandly.

"Unrelated people wait, go out quickly!"

Pointing directly at Liu Yi's hand, he naturally jumped out first, filled with outrage: "What is irrelevant? Here is either a leader or an expert-you kid is afraid of embarrassment!"

Yang Feng deliberately said weakly: "Didn't you just lose people? Such a big hospital can't cure people, and you still have the face to talk."

"You..." Dean Liu was stuck, his face flushed, as if he was about to spray, but he was severely strangled, unable to vent, and suffocated to death.

Wang Fenglin said, "Dean Liu is the head of the first hospital after all. Look, can you let the directors leave first and let him stay."

"That's right, I want to see if you can't cure it in a while, can you still be so sharp!" Liu Yi said with gritted teeth.

Yang Feng looked at this man sullenly and refused to go out. The old lady couldn't delay any longer. He hesitated and agreed.

After a while, only He Kun and the secretary, Wang Fenglin and Dean Liu, and Yang Feng and He Lingxin remained in the examination room.

Yang Feng walked over to lock the door and closed the curtains: "Actually, I have always been a low-key person, and you will gradually understand me."

"Pretend to be forced, I see how long you can pretend." Dean Liu gritted his teeth.

Wang Fenglin said, "Yang Feng, right? Stop playing tricks, see the real chapter under your hand."

Yang Feng nodded, cast his eyes on the various instruments surrounding the bed, and smiled reluctantly: "Who can tell me what these instruments are used for?"

Hearing this, the few people present did not faint in danger.

When Dean Liu was about to yell at him, Yang Feng walked to the hospital bed, put his middle finger on the back of the old woman's hand with his right hand, and pointed an instrument with his left hand: "I know, it's an electrocardiogram."

Rao is the very deep Wang Fenglin of the city mansion and can't stand it anymore: "Little brother, don't entertain us anymore, you...er..."

When Wang Fenglin caught a glimpse of Yang Feng's pulse-taking method, the whole person was petrified.

Tai Su Mai is the Tai Su Mai that only exists in the legend!

As we all know, the normal pulse detection is performed by the doctor using the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger to press on the inner side of the patient’s wrist, namely the cun, the guan, and the ulnar, so as to infer the cause of the disease based on the pulse condition.

However, Tai Sumai has developed a unique way, but it is perceived from the back of the patient's hand.

Of course, Wang Fenglin had never seen this technique before. He also guessed it based on the description of a single word in the "Huangdi Neijing".

Wang Fenglin can say responsibly that no one in the Xinglin realm he knows has mastered this god-defying skill.

In Wang Fenglin's view, since Yang Feng mastered the Taisu Vein, he must be a Xinglin master with unique skills.

It's not difficult to get back to life.

Wang Fenglin really misunderstood the conscience of heaven and earth.

Yang Feng can't even get a normal pulse, so why can't it be too simple?He pressed the back of the old man's hand, completely pretending to be.

However, when the crooked fight was on the right, he was pleasantly surprised to find that this could also absorb "illness".

If Yang Feng knew that his act of pretending to be compelling would have put a veil of mystery on him, making the dignified medical master king treat himself as an extinct Xinglin sacred hand, and I don't know how he would feel.

People who are dying are so sick that it is not easy to absorb them.