Supreme Medicinal God

Pale complexion, shortness of breath, purple blood vessels...

Ye Feng squatted down, quickly glanced at the little boy, and then pinched his veins.

"Are you a Chinese medicine practitioner in China?"

Seeing Ye Feng's movements, the middle-aged foreigner suddenly showed a weird smile in his mouth, and asked him in a harsh Chinese language..

"Good." Ye Feng nodded calmly, and then quietly felt the pulse.

After the middle-aged foreigner got a definite answer, the expression on his face was even more disdainful, and then muttered at a very fast rate.

"what did he say?"

Although Ye Feng couldn't understand the foreigner's words, he also felt that it was not good.

"He said you are a witch doctor..."

The beautiful flight attendant hesitated and explained to Ye Feng.

Witch Doctor...

Ye Feng's eyes were cold, but she smiled bitterly again and again.

The image of Huaxia Chinese Medicine in the eyes of the world is too deep-rooted. In the modern society of injecting various chemical and synthetic medicines, the traditional Chinese medicine that insists on using Chinese herbal medicine to treat patients seems to be out of place.

Especially for these foreigners, using herbs to cure diseases is similar to witchcraft.

It is indeed an imperative thing to revive TCM and reverse the image of TCM in the eyes of the world.

"Did he just eat any nuts?"

Less than two minutes later, Ye Feng asked, looking up at the parents of the anxious boy.

It is a pity that the parents obviously couldn't understand the Chinese language, and the question of Ye Feng was dazed.

"He is wasting his time. I can use the honor of the Presbyterian Hospital to determine that the best treatment now is to perform a tracheotomy for him, and then descend to the nearest place and send him to the hospital to stop bleeding."

But before waiting for Ye Feng to let the beautiful stewardess translate for him, the middle-aged foreigner said quickly to the parents of the little boy.

The Presbyterian Hospital seems to be quite famous, and the moment the word was heard, the parents of the little boy were a little moved.

Not only them, the flight attendant also quickly walked to the captain, asking if he had contacted the airport that had landed nearby.

"Translate it for me and ask them my question just now." At this moment, Ye Feng said to the pretty stewardess calmly.

Unable to speak the language is arguably the biggest problem Ye Feng is facing now.

Give this young man a chance...

A good-looking face is useful no matter where you go. Although the pretty stewardess is also hesitant about whether Ye Feng can cure the disease, but seeing Ye Feng's sincere eyes and face, he translated Ye Feng's question to the parents of the little boy. .

"Yes, he just ate a few pistachio flakes from the salad side dish."

The little boy's parents nodded and gave a positive answer.

"It is certain that he is not asthma, but nut allergy. I can be cured."

After hearing the beautiful stewardess's translation, Ye Feng was obviously relieved, and then made his own inference.

When he first touched the pulse of the little boy, he found that the little boy did have asthma hangover, but it is strange that according to the analysis of the pulse, it seems that the coma that caused the little boy was not asthma but other causes.

"Doctor Witch, don't waste any more time. If you don't cut the trachea, he will die."

The middle-aged foreigner doctor was a little impatient, frowned, and said coldly to Ye Feng.

"If you don't cut the trachea, you will die?" Ye Feng knew that if he wanted to get treatment, he must pass the middle-aged foreigner. He smiled calmly and said lightly: "I can use my life as a guarantee. Although he has asthma, But the situation at this moment is not caused by asthma; you dare to take life to ensure that as long as the trachea is cut, he will not die?"

"I can take the honor of the Presbyterian Hospital..." The middle-aged foreigner shrugged.

"Honor? What can you call honor?" Ye Feng smiled lightly.

The middle-aged foreigner's face sank, and he was just about to refute it. But at this moment, the flight attendant came in a hurry. His face was very ugly and he grunted a lot to the parents of the little boy and the middle-aged foreigner.

"What did she say?" Ye Feng couldn't understand it and asked the pretty flight attendant.

"The flight attendant said the captain contacted the nearest airport, but because of the reason we are on the ocean at the moment, even if we change the route, it will take an hour to arrive. If we return home, it will take longer." The flight attendant explained.

"Sorry, performing a tracheotomy is just a first aid, which can relieve his condition. If I can't reach the hospital within half an hour, I still can't guarantee his life safety. I can't get to the airport in an hour, I can't help it. "

At the same time, the middle-aged foreigner who was full of confidence suddenly spread his hand to the parents of the little boy, and then said: "From the time I entered the hospital to the present, I have maintained the honor of not seeing a patient die. I can't struggle because of unnecessary And ruin my honor."

The boy’s parents heard the sound and his face was dull, especially his mother, who hugged the boy tightly, and his tears continued to drip like a broken line.

The sad expression made people feel sentimental.

Loving mothers love their children, and their affections know no borders or race.

"Honor is important, or is life important?" Because of the simultaneous translation of the beautiful flight attendant, Ye Feng quickly understood the words of the middle-aged foreigner. After sneering at the middle-aged foreigner, the beautiful flight attendant translated to the parents of the little boy himself: "I can use my life guarantee, I can cure him."

The parents of the little boy heard Ye Feng's words and looked at each other, showing hope and anxiety in each other's eyes.

They did not want the child to die and wanted to accept Ye Feng's kindness, but the middle-aged foreigner doctor's evaluation of Ye Feng's "witch doctor" just made them worry that Ye Feng could not help them.

At this moment, the pretty flight attendant's eyes changed, and he whispered something to the boy's parents.

After a while, the little boy's parents nodded hesitantly.

"You, help me find a vomit bag and put it in front of him!"

Seeing their expressions, Ye Feng quickly reached out and hugged the little boy in his arms. While his hands stretched diagonally from his back to his chest and abdomen, he said to the flight attendant.

The flight attendant heard the sound and hurriedly picked up the vomiting bag and put it in front of the little boy.

vomit!

The vomiting bag had just opened, Ye Feng's hands pressed slightly, and the little boy leaned over, spouting a bunch of salad that had not been fully digested.

In that sticky filth, complete pistachio flakes can be seen vaguely.

Although the vomit is disgusting, the contents of the inside can be seen, but the look of the pretty stewardess becomes strange.

Ye Feng did not eat lunch or read the menu. He had no reason to know that the lunch provided by the plane was a nut salad.

And since he does not know everything, he can judge this situation, then maybe he is not a'witch doctor' as the middle-aged foreigner said, but a real doctor, a rare good doctor!

(End of this chapter)