Dean Chen's tone was very gentle, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

Ye Feng took a look at the time and should have time to go back for dinner. It doesn’t matter if he stays for a while. After all, President Chen arranged the best doctor and ward, so he always had to express something.

"Okay, but it won't be too long. There are still people at home waiting for me to go back." Ye Feng agreed.

Dean Chen smiled instantly: "Okay! It will definitely not delay you for too long!"

Ten minutes later, a nurse came out of the emergency room and whispered: "The patient is transfusion of blood, and the situation is very stable. The family members don't have to worry."

Hearing this, Qiao Yan, who was taking medicine aside, breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body relaxed instantly.

A moment later, Bai Zhimin and Qiao Yan were sent to the senior ward, while Ye Feng was followed by Dean Chen to his office.

This is the first time Ye Feng has come to the dean's office. It is very spacious and spotless, with several pots of green plants placed on the windowsill.

"Doctor Ye, sit down quickly, I'll pour you tea." Dean Chen was very enthusiastic and served the tea, for fear of neglecting Ye Feng.

Ten minutes later, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and Mr. Yang was supported by a young man and woman and hurriedly walked in.

"Teacher, please wait and be careful!" The woman persuaded her helplessly and supported Yang with great force, for fear that he would fall accidentally.

Old Yang didn't care about so much. When he saw Ye Feng sitting there, he was so excited that his whole body trembled.

"Doctor Ye, it's been a long time since we saw each other!" Old Yang staggered over and grabbed Ye Feng's hand.

Ye Feng was a little helpless. Why did this little old man be so excited every time he saw him?

"I'll introduce you to me. These are my two apprentices, Cheng Min and Shao Yuan."

Old Yang pointed to the two people next to him. They saw Ye Feng’s eyes shining, then walked over and knelt in front of Ye Feng, and shouted: “Master is here, please be bowed by your disciple.”

"Puchi...cough cough!" The tea in Ye Feng's mouth sprayed out directly, causing him to cough a few times.

Ye Feng pointed at the two of them and stuttered: "No... Mr. Yang, what's going on?"

Old Yang quickly handed the paper on the table to Ye Feng and said with a smile: "Didn't you say it before? Let my two apprentices follow you to study medicine. Since you want to learn, the apprenticeship ceremony must not be missed!"

Ye Feng then remembered what Mr. Yang said before, but if you become a disciple, you will become a disciple. Why should you be so suddenly?

He looked at the two kneeling in front of him and hurriedly said, "Get up quickly, don't kneel."

The two of them did not rush to get up, but asked seriously: "Doctor Ye, have you agreed to accept us as disciples?"

"Cake it! I can collect it!" Ye Feng was really helpless. Always Yang insisted on finding something for him.

Hearing Ye Feng's affirmative answer, the two stood up.

Ye Feng looked at the two apprentices in front of him. They looked not old. The girl was wearing a white butterfly collar shirt and light blue jeans on her lower body. She was very youthful and energetic. The boy was wearing a white casual outfit and looked pretty.

Bai Jing, their eyes were filled with admiration when they looked at Ye Feng.

Because during the period when Mr. Yang went back, he told them about Ye Feng's deeds in the hospital, which simply called Ye Feng a god.

I thought Dr. Ye should be at least in his forties, but I didn’t expect that he was so young that the two of them admired him even more.

It is easy to solve difficult diseases at such a young age. Mr. Yang said that the acupuncture method he used has been lost for a long time. Countless traditional Chinese medicine doctors have tried to restore it, but they all ended in failure. He was not only able to use the acupuncture method of pushing the uterus and seeing blood, but also so calm.

Calm down, he pulled the dying person back from the gate of hell with just a few needles.

Under Mr. Yang's crazy propaganda, the two of them worshipped Ye Feng was simply surging rivers and endlessly.

The two of them stared at Ye Feng with their star eyes, and they felt embarrassed to see Ye Feng, the old driver.

Ye Feng coughed lightly: "Don't stare at me, just sit down."

The two of them immediately sat obediently beside each other, still secretly looking at Ye Feng from time to time.

"Doctor Ye, you left in a hurry last time. Can I ask for a blood needle method for pushing the uterus this time?" Mr. Yang asked tentatively, afraid that Ye Feng would refuse.

Ye Feng glanced at Old Yang. There was no trace of utilitarianism in the old man's eyes. He was just a simple medical ignorant, so it would be okay to leave it to him.

"Okay, I can demonstrate it to you."

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Yang was very excited and his voice trembled: "Thank you! Thank you! I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I could still learn the method of pushing blood acupuncture."

In his life, Mr. Yang watched the Chinese traditional Chinese medicine decline with his own eyes, but now he finally ignited hope in his heart that with a person like Ye Feng, he would definitely be able to revive Chinese traditional Chinese medicine and restore more lost acupuncture and prescriptions.

Ye Feng took out a pack of silver needles from his trouser pocket, then walked to the mannequin standing next to him, and the silver needles in his hand ran like dragons and fell one by one on it.

Beginning of eyebrows, Tanzhong, Fengchi...

While applying the needle, he explained to several people. When the last needle fell, the breathing of several people was almost stopped.

It turns out that this is the long-lost method of urging blood to the palace. They can still see it in their lifetime. They are so lucky.

"Remember?"

Ye Feng raised his eyes and looked at the people beside him, and they slowly came to their senses.

Mr. Yang took the lead and said, "Remember, it turns out that the needle is going to fall there. No wonder I think it's wrong no matter how I go back!"

The two apprentices of President Chen and Ye Feng looked like they didn't understand it. For them, this acupuncture method was still somewhat profound.

"It doesn't matter if I can't learn it. When I have time, I will teach you a simpler acupuncture method. Although the effect is not as good as the acupuncture method of blood-searing the uterus, it can also be effective in treating acute diseases."

Ye Feng looked at the two apprentices, and they nodded immediately and said with a smile: "Thank you, Master."

Everyone returned to their seats, Dean Chen took a sip of tea and suddenly asked: "Doctor Ye, can you make medicine to make the wound heal quickly?" ωωw..net

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and asked casually: "Where did you hear of this medicine?"

President Chen spoke with some embarrassment: "I recently heard that the Second Hospital has obtained a magical medicine. The ointment can quickly heal the wound, and the scars will become very light after recovery."

When Ye Feng heard this, wasn’t this the medicine he sold to the second hospital?

It seems that this medicine has made the First Hospital feel a sense of crisis, so it has also begun to search everywhere for medicines that can heal the wound quickly.

"Doctor Ye, can you make this medicine? If you can do it, we are willing to buy it at a high price." Dean Chen looked at Ye Feng with anticipation.

"I can't." Ye Feng responded lightly.
Chapter completed!