Supreme Medicinal God

"Are there flowers on the plane?"

Just when the pretty flight attendant looked at Ye Feng inexplicably, Ye Feng suddenly looked up and asked her as she watched her.

"Have."

The pretty flight attendant nodded hurriedly, and then hurried to the distribution room, walking on the road, her little deer bumped into her heart, some doubts that Ye Feng asked her for flowers, would it be intended to offer flowers to express gratitude.

"The pistachio flakes in his stomach have been spit out, but a part of it has been absorbed by him, I will wait for him to take out the absorbed part just fine..."

After a few more massages towards the little boy's stomach, Ye Feng assured the little boy's parents after confirming that everything in his stomach had been spit out.

Although they couldn't speak the language, they could still feel a hope from Ye Feng's confident smile.

In particular, they also found that when his son vomited, his breathing became less rapid than before, and the green tendons on his forehead and neck gradually changed from light purple to dark blue, with signs of improvement.

Is it really not asthma, but nut allergy...

Middle-aged foreigners are also watching Ye Feng's move nervously at the moment. After seeing the little boy get better, the expression on his face that was originally ready to watch a good show gradually becomes more and more ugly.

The doctor attending the Presbyterian Church, if he can’t even match a witch doctor, where should he put his face...

"Is that a rose?"

At this moment, the beautiful stewardess ran over with two red roses in full bloom, and handed shyly to Ye Feng.

"Yes." Ye Feng took a look at the flower, and then said to the stewardess: "Besides the flower, I still have the silver needle. Do you have any?"

Before going through the security check, Ye Feng put all the silver needles into the medicine king ring in order to save trouble.

Although he can take it out now, in order to avoid future troubles, it is better to find an alternative.

"Silver Needle? No..." The pretty stewardess shook her head and apologized: "But we have a syringe. Is the needle of the syringe OK?"

Ye Feng shook his head.

The part of the nut component absorbed by the little boy has spread all over his body. He will seal the hole with a silver needle to force these ingredients to a position, and then pull it out of the little boy's body by means of destiny.

The needle of the syringe is hollow, and it will bleed after insertion, and the blocking effect will not be achieved.And once the air is brought into the human body, it is more likely to cause infection.

"Can your brooch be used by me?"

With a glance, Ye Feng's eyes immediately fell on the pretty stewardess's rounded chest.

The stewardess nodded and hurriedly reached for the brooch, but the situation was urgent. She was a little nervous and tried a few times, but did not take off the pin.

Seeing that, Ye Feng got up and squeezed gently, and then removed the brooch from the pretty stewardess.

Although Ye Feng's movements are extremely fast, his fingers inevitably come into contact with the chest of the beautiful stewardess. The hands of strange men touch sensitive parts of the body, making the face of the pretty stewardess swell red.

But life was a matter of life. Ye Feng didn't notice the strangeness of the beautiful flight attendant at this moment. After taking a look at the pin, he straightened it quickly, and then disinfected the needle with the alcohol cotton in the first aid box.

Then, with his hands raised, he took off the little boy's shirt and laid it flat on the ground. Ye Feng's hands were as fast as lightning. In a blink of an eye, more than ten stitches were attached to his chest.

The series of movements, such as running clouds and flowing water, pulling out and falling every stitch, without any gaps, the beautiful flight attendants and the passengers around were dazzled, and their eyes were surprised as if they were watching a magic show.

After the needle fell, she read through and found that the nut allergens in the little boy's body had gathered into a ball. Ye Feng pinched the flower in front of the little boy's nose and gently patted his chest with his hand.

In the absence of traces, the nut allergen was transferred to the rose by him.

The number of nuts taken by the little boy is not much, so there is no abnormality in the rose, but just a little more nutty flavor in the fragrant floral scent.

"Wow……"

While the action was completed in one go, the little boy's forehead and neck swollen green muscles quickly recovered, and his chest no longer swiftly undulated, but returned to normal. Then, he opened his eyes and looked around, wowing. sound.

Although the cry is sad, it can be heard in the ears of his parents, but it is more touching than Tian Lai.

Without thinking about it, the two hurriedly hugged the little boy in their arms, and then wept wryly to Ye Feng and hurriedly said something.

"It's okay, don't thank me, this is what I should do as a doctor..."

Although he didn't understand much, Ye Feng knew that they should express their gratitude, and smiled and waved his hand.

Immediately after, he recovered the pin, reached out to the beautiful flight attendant, and smiled, "Thank you."

"No...you're welcome."

The pretty flight attendant shook his head hurriedly, his heart thumping.

Wow!

At the same time, the entire cabin also burst into applause.

At this moment, listening to the powerful crying of the little boy, even the fool knew that Ye Feng had cured him.

"I'm going, it's really cattle breaking. It's really not asthma, but allergy, and it can be cured!"

"This hand is absolutely terrible, Divine Doctor!"

"If I can do this well, I will encounter a similar situation on the plane in the future. When I try to save people, I might be able to make a little stewardess."

Not only applause, but also full of admiration, one after another.

"I remember you saying I was a witch doctor?"

Listening to these sounds, Ye Feng turned to look at the middle-aged foreigner, and raised his eyebrows playfully.

With a word of exit, the middle-aged foreigner looked a little gloomy, and ran back to his seat sullenly, daring to speak with his head down.

If Ye Feng, who cured the little boy, was a witch doctor, then he was misdiagnosed, and because he was afraid of ruining his honor, what did he refuse to see?quack?Or unscrupulous doctor?

"Hua Xia TCM, broad and profound, and every grass and tree can be used as medicine. This is exactly what you say in the West! It is also the best use of Hua Xia TCM! Without treating the salvable patient, it is not worthy of medical treatment!"

Although the middle-aged foreigner slipped, Ye Feng did not intend to let him go. After stoutly saying something, he continued to the middle-aged foreigner: "Go back and be prepared, I will let you see how I use you The so-called'witch doctor' means to conquer the country!"

He didn't say a word, and the pretty flight attendant translated it for him.

In a word, like a thunder, hovering in the cabin, the brain of the middle-aged foreigner roared.

The Chinese compatriots in the cabin, after hearing the words, finally recognized Ye Feng's identity and stood up spontaneously, giving Ye Feng a warmer applause.

This applause is for Ye Feng, for Chinese medicine, and for Huaxia!

Throughout the ages, there have been too many misunderstandings by the outside world about China. Perhaps, it is time for the outside world to know a real China, what a real Chinese medicine is, and let the wave of Chinese medicine conquer the world!

(End of this chapter)