Since Shen Feng had given the old man medicine but it still hadn't worked, it means that this time it was probably a sudden acute heart attack.

Generally speaking, mountain runners always have some life-saving things at home.

However, Shen Feng probably didn't expect that the old man's medicine would be useless this time. Some of the medicinal materials he had stored had not been prepared yet and could not be used at all.

The car drove quickly and arrived outside Shen Feng's home in just three minutes.

The whole house was brightly lit, and a child was looking at Zhang Bei nervously.

"Dad, the boss is here!"

Zhang Bei followed the child's footsteps all the way to the bedroom.

Shen Feng was dripping the juice from the immortal grass into the old man's mouth.

The juice of immortal grass can temporarily stimulate the vitality of the heart.

If there are enough stocks, it may be able to last until the ambulance arrives.

But Shen Feng obviously does not have such a large reserve.

Zhang Bei glanced at the old man's pale face and quickly handed the wooden box to Shen Feng.

"Rinse with warm water and feed it in little by little!"

"good!"

The matter was urgent, and Zhang Bei didn't have time to explain anything. He could only talk about the use of this thing.

In fact, what is contained in this wooden box is a kind of traditional Chinese medicine that is ground into powder and mixed with ginseng and many other medicinal materials.

However, because some medicinal materials were not available in Changbai Mountain, Zhang Bei could only buy artificially cultivated ones.

The effect is naturally not as strong as that of pure wild medicine, but it is still possible to maintain it for a while with this medicinal material.

At least it will be no problem for the old man to survive to the hospital!

Faced with the possibility that his biological father might be in danger at any time, Shen Feng's speed increased countless times.

Within ten seconds, he walked in with a cup of brown Chinese medicine.

Zhang Bei held the old man's chin with one hand, and Shen Feng took a spoon and fed the old man bit by bit along his throat.

Wang Laoer looked at Zhang Bei's eyes and hurriedly came up to take over his work.

Zhang Bei took a deep breath, took out a bag of silver needles from his clothes, untied the old man's clothes, and inserted them into several acupuncture points around the heart.

After finishing a cup of Chinese medicine, although the old man's face was still pale, his breathing had become much more stable.

Shen Feng breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.

"Thank you, boss!"

Zhang Bei shook his head: "It's okay. Let the old man stay in the hospital during this period. If there is a real problem with heart disease, it may not always be possible in such a timely manner."

Shen Feng also nodded: "I know!"

This time, the old man himself strongly requested to go home. If not, Shen Feng would not have asked the old man to leave the hospital.

Although mountain runners work a little harder, they actually make a lot of money.

He can't even afford the medical bills.

After waiting for another five minutes or so, the old man slowly opened his eyes.

"Xiao Bei?"

With a weak voice, Zhang Bei quickly moved closer.

"Hey, old man, tell me!"

"I didn't expect that your father saved my life back then, and today you let me save my life!"

Hearing that the old man could still joke, Zhang Bei quickly put away the silver needle on his body.

"I just let you get to the hospital, but the credit is not that big!"

"You kid, if I really can't hold it any longer one day, I'm going to go down and scold your father. He's not as good as my son!"

Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Bei also laughed.

"By the time you get down there, my father will probably be reincarnated long ago!"

"That's not possible!"

Zhang Bei estimated the time in his mind and kept chatting with the old man.

Now I can talk to the old man more and prevent him from fainting until he gets to the hospital, which will save him a lot of trouble.

After all, the patient's oral description can make the doctor's judgment more accurate.

The ambulance came very quickly. Although the old man was still in physical pain, his mental state could barely hold on.

The doctor was relieved when he saw the old man's condition, but his eyes instantly moved to the empty cup beside him.

"What did you give the patient to drink?"

Zhang Bei handed the wooden box over: "Two-hundred-year-old ginseng, immortal grass, seven-year-old chaga..."

The series of drug names made the doctor narrow his eyes.

He glanced at the old man on the hospital bed again and waved to the nurse beside him.

"Slow down, don't be in a hurry. With all this life-saving stuff, you won't even have time to go to the hospital tomorrow."

Although the doctor does not study traditional Chinese medicine, he still knows a little about the effects of these precious medicinal materials.

Based on this thing, he was sure that the old man would be able to breathe a sigh of relief at least until dawn!

The ambulance roared away with the old man and Shen Feng, and Zhang Bei, who had been busy for half a night, finally returned to the villa with a yawn.

As long as the old man survives this breath and slowly recuperates in the hospital, it will be fine.

There is really nothing that can be done about this age-related disease. The body ages naturally as we age.

In the current situation, only the hospital's equipment can bring the old man back from the brink of death again and again.

As soon as Zhang Bei stepped into the house, he saw Director Hu yawning and sitting on the sofa.

"How's the situation?"

"Why are you up?"

"You make so much noise, I can't sleep even if I want to!"

"Where's the professor?"

"I just went to bed, how are things going over there?"

Zhang Bei stretched out: "There's no problem, but I just have to recuperate in the hospital during this period."

Director Hu nodded, and without any hesitation, he stood up and walked upstairs.

Zhang Bei also washed his face and lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Time flew by and the next day came. After breakfast, Director Hu went straight into the room to continue studying new plants.

Now for him, mountain running and other things can be put aside, nothing is as important as new plants.

Zhang Bei was busy for so long last night and didn't plan to run around today. He quietly read through his notes on the sofa.

Professor Shen surprisingly did not listen to Peking Opera today. Instead, he found a two-person piece and started listening to it.

"How do you feel physically?"

Zhang Bei read the notes for a while and suddenly turned to look at Professor Shen's legs.

"It's not bad. There's no problem going up and downstairs."

Professor Shen's tone was full of relaxation, and his face was filled with red light.

After drinking traditional Chinese medicine for the past few days, he can clearly feel the changes in his body.

Originally I had to hold on to the stairs to reach the second floor, but now I can use my legs with strength.

"I'll drink for a few more days, and then I'll probably go to the mountains to see what's wrong with the white tiger."

Professor Shen's body is actually the hidden wounds accumulated in the body due to overwork that burst out together.

After careful preparation for a period of time, although it may not be as troublesome as when I was young, at least going up the mountain will be no problem.

"real?"

After hearing Zhang Bei's words, Professor Shen couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"Really, climbing is no problem if you recover well."

Zhang Bei changed his posture and glanced out the window.
Chapter completed!