Supreme Medicinal God

The old man's movements frightened Ye Feng and took a step back.

Moreover, the old man spoke another Gannan dialect, and his speech was fast and urgent. Ye Feng did not know what he was talking about.

"This old man is saying to keep you away, this disease will be contagious, and I am afraid you will get it."

Lei Meng lowered his voice and explained to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng heard the words, and his heart warmed slightly.

The old man has become sick like this, people seem to be collapsed, but when he sees a stranger approaching, he is still thinking about the safety of others, and loudly reminds not to let him approach him.

This kind of simplicity and kindness gave him the feeling of seeing the simple villagers of Yuanhu Village again.

Moreover, such simple and kindness cannot be seen by those who have lost their souls in Beijing.

"Old man, it doesn't matter. I'm a doctor. I'm here to treat you. I'm not afraid of infection."

Ye Feng smiled at the old man and signaled that the old man didn't have to worry. He put his hand on his pulse gate and started to take a pulse.

Looking at Ye Feng's appearance, those Western doctors looked very strange.

In the face of these famous doctors who are famous in the Western medical world, Ye Feng has always been rude and unreasonable.

Facing this old man at the moment, however, he was as gentle and humble as he had changed himself, just like the brother next door.

The pulse of the old man is very weak. If Ye Feng's ability to perceive is amazing, almost no pulse can be seen.

And through the pulse, Ye Feng analyzed that the old man's physical condition is extremely poor, especially the condition of the lung meridian, which is even worse than unimaginable.

After letting go of his hand, he glanced at the old man's body with his mind.

With the thoughts in mind, the old man's lungs seem to be showing signs of turning into a mass of rotten meat.

The black gas that formed the disease spread around the lung meridians, constantly changing and flashing.

Each time it changes, it will leave the intact lungs that are left intact and add another shadow.

This is not a disease, this is a poison!

No epidemic has such a rapid onset and destruction!

And to be able to make this kind of poison, as far as Ye Feng feels, I am afraid that only the poison doctor is the one!

But now it is frustrating that he can find the cause of the epidemic, and he can find the condition, but he can't find a solution.

Unless he can cultivate quickly and quickly, enter the realm of destiny, and pull the epidemic out of the old man's body.

But he was not totally unrewarded. The situation of the old man reminded him of something that happened not long ago.

At that time, the girl in the floral skirt had spilled a handful of poison powder when dealing with the goatee.

Although that kind of poisonous powder is different from the epidemic among the old man, the speed of destruction is surprisingly similar.

This made him unable to help starting to doubt that the girl in the floral dress that he had seen at the haunted house auction might be the successor of poison doctors.

Even the epidemic that has spread in Beijing is probably caused by girls in floral dresses.

But what makes Ye Feng unable to figure out is, if everything is as he thought, after the girl in the floral skirt spread the epidemic, why did it not let the epidemic break out like this small mountain village, but keep it in Incubation period.

"Ye Feng, how are you?"

Seeing Ye Feng silent, Tu Cangchang asked him in a deep voice.

Ye Feng shook his head, saying that he had no countermeasures.

Tu Cangcang's words made his face look hard.

No one knows Ye Feng's standard skills better than her. If he can do nothing about it, then the disease may be difficult to cure.

"let us see."

Seeing Ye Feng's appearance, those Western doctors showed some pride on their faces and raised their chests.

In their view, the Chinese medicine doctor can see the pulse as a fart. If he really wants to cure the disease, he still needs their Western medicine.

No one is useless...

At this time, Ye Feng didn't care about fighting with Western medicine. Seeing that the stethoscopes of the Western medicine listened to the old man's breathing, and pumped his blood and saliva. After preparing to do research, he walked out of the room, ready to breathe.

"Tricky? You can't help it?"

When he saw that he had walked out of the room, Nie Qingwu hesitated and followed him out. After seeing Ye Feng crouching at the door and staring at the small puddle under the roof, Shen Sheng asked.

"There may be a way in the future, but not now." Ye Feng nodded.

The situation was so bad that he couldn't help it.

Nie Qingwu's heart sank, and then he said nervously: "Will you not give up?"

"give up?"

Ye Feng was dumbfounded and smiled, looking back at Nie Qingwu and said, "Do you think I am the kind of person who gave up halfway?"

Nie Qingwu immediately shook his head. This guy tried his best to fight with her in military training. How could such a person be abandoned halfway because of a little setback.

"Good people, kind people, should not be tortured like this. God doesn't help them, I'll help! No matter what, I will try my best to help them find a cure!"

Ye Feng glanced at the dilapidated mountain village, sighed heavily, and said in a deep voice.

God doesn't help, let me help!

Nie Qingwu stared at Ye Feng staringly. It was really difficult to associate Ye Feng in front of him with the guy in military training.

Even in her mind, she couldn't help but recall the previous picture of Ye Feng striding towards the wild boars with a knife.

This kind of responsibility, this kind of blood, made her steady heartbeat suddenly panicky, and her tongue was dry.

"With blood and saliva samples, as long as they are sent to the machine for analysis, you can find the cause and take the right medicine!"

At that moment, the group of western doctors came out of the room and saw Ye Feng squatting on the ground, with pride in their eyes, and looked at Lei Meng's big bag. Methods.

Lei Meng accompanied the smiling face, although he was looking forward to everything really going as smoothly as these people said.

But looking at Ye Feng's gloomy face, he was inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart, feeling that these people's words were so emboldened.

"Everyone has been rushing around for a day, so let's go back to rest first. Let's study again tomorrow."

After sighing twice in his heart, Lei Mengqiang squeezed out a smile and said to everyone.

Tu Cangcang nodded, and she just pulsed the patient just now, and she didn't have a good idea. She could only go back and take a rest, and then slowly find a solution.

"Whose child is so unbred..."

As soon as a group of people walked out of the yard, a ball flew from a distance and landed in the quagmire on the ground. The mud star splashed Ji Fangzhen's face, and when he was angry, he turned and shouted.

It was a little boy of eight or nine years old. He was very cute, and he was so naughty at such an old age.

Hearing Ji Fang really scolding, he hurriedly hid his body behind the door, and then spit out his tongue at them.

"I'm sorry, cough, Xiaobao he's so naughty..."

Immediately afterwards, a woman in her thirties came out from the opposite room and apologized to everyone in non-standard Mandarin.

Just a few words, she coughed a few times covering her mouth.

Obviously, this is also a patient with epidemic.

"It's okay, the boy had to be a little bit skin when he was a child, and grow up to have a good time."

Ye Feng smiled and passed the ball to the little boy when he picked it up.

Seeing the ball coming over, the little boy leapt into the body and held the ball firmly in his arms.

Skills are flexible, in one go, the face is red and breathless.

Good boy...

Ye Feng nodded with a smile, and then prepared to leave, but just about to turn around, his face suddenly changed, turning his head to look at the little boy!

This little boy is weird!

(End of this chapter)