The people watching this time no longer had unconditional trust in Li Mingyang like before, and they all remained silent, waiting to see the patient's reaction.

After a while, the middle-aged man lying on the ground suddenly began to twitch all over his body, his face became increasingly ugly, his breathing became difficult, and his eyebrows were full of pain.

Not only the people around, but also Li Mingyang was shocked. What's going on? It's obviously beyond the normal reaction.

He opened the middle-aged man's eyelids again and found that there were signs of diffuse in his pupils.

Li Mingyang's heart shrank violently. This is a critical illness. Could it be that he had really misdiagnosed?

Although the people next to him were not as professional as him, they also saw that something was wrong.

The middle-aged woman grabbed his arm: "What's going on? Save my husband quickly."

At this moment, the cold sweat on Li Mingyang's forehead instantly flowed down. This was an airplane, without any first aid equipment or first aid medicine. What should he do?

The most important thing is that he has not yet figured out where he misdiagnosed and what kind of disease the other party is?

The flight attendant saw some clues and said anxiously: "Director Li, have we misdiagnosed?"

Li Mingyang no longer had the confidence he had before and said hesitantly: "Indeed, I'm so... it seems to have been misdiagnosed."

Seeing that her husband's condition was getting worse and worse, the middle-aged woman shouted anxiously: "What should I do? Are you not the vice president? Are you not an internal medicine expert?

Hurry up and find a way to save my husband. If he dies, I will fight you to the death!"

"I……"

Li Mingyang was completely helpless. If this was a hospital, he could still think of some first aid solutions.

But this was on the plane, there was nothing, it was called "Daily Day" and "Daily Earth" and "Daily Earth" and "Daily Earth" were not effective, and there was no effective rescue at all.

"Oh my God, I just said that I was the vice president and said that I was an expert. After working on it for a long time, I misdiagnosed it. Isn't this a scam?"

"The Internet says that the most unreliable thing is the expert now. It seems that this is right, it really doesn't believe it..."

"He, the vice president and the expert, said it himself. Is he a fake? He came here to deceive people..."

Except for the flight attendant and the middle-aged woman who were anxious, everyone else was watching the show. At this moment, they completely changed their positions and changed to a mockery mode.

In just a few minutes, Li Dongyang's shirt was completely blown through sweat, and he could not think of any effective method.

The flight attendant said, "Why do I contact the ground and find the nearest airport to land."

Life is at stake, and she doesn't want to see a dead person on her flight anyway.

Li Dongyang shook his head helplessly: "It's too late. Even if the ground lands in the nearest city, it will take at least half an hour. It may not be enough to support the patient's current situation."

"What should I do? You killed my husband, you pay him your life."

The middle-aged woman shouted and rushed towards Li Dongyang.

"Okay, there is still a way for people to save them, so I'll do it."

At this time, Ye Bufan appeared in front of everyone again.

The patient is innocent, and he is a doctor no matter how he says he is. He can't watch the middle-aged man die in front of him.

Seeing him coming here again, the people around him were silent in an instant. It was not until now that they remembered what the young man said just now.

Li Dongyang was just misdiagnosed, and his condition became worse and worse after using antipyretics. These were all called.

After seeing him, a strange light flashed in the middle-aged woman's eyes.

"Little brother, please, I must save my husband."

"Don't worry, he's fine."

Ye Bufan came over, and Li Dongyang hurriedly made way out and let him come to the middle-aged man.

He took out the Feihe magic needle from his pocket and shot it like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he stabbed more than a dozen golden needles into the acupoints on the middle-aged man's head and chest.

It's strange that with the piercing of these golden needles, the middle-aged man's condition immediately relieved.

There was a trace of blood on his face, his body stopped twitching, and his breathing became stable.

The middle-aged woman touched her forehead and shouted in surprise: "I won't burn it anymore, I really won't burn it anymore."

Li Dongyang looked unbelievable. What he looked down upon most on weekdays was traditional Chinese medicine, believing that what traditional Chinese medicine said was completely gimmicks and tricks that were deceptive and had no effect at all.

But everything in front of him subverted his cognition. The disease that was helpless before was controlled in the blink of an eye.

"Take that trash can."

Ye Bufan said to the flight attendant and took over a trash can placed next to him.

Then he helped the middle-aged man to sit up slowly, and stabbed another silver needle in his hand into the black mole behind his ear.

Everyone was puzzled and didn't know what it means to use acupuncture to pierce this black mole.

Just as everyone was puzzled, the crane wings on the golden needle shook twice, and then a stream of black water was spit out of the patient's mouth, and a fishy smell quickly spread in the air.

Ye Bufan raised his hand, took the black water in the trash can, and recycled it to the flight attendant: "Please deal with it."

The flight attendant sent the trash can into the bathroom, rinsed it and returned here.

When she came back, she found that the symptoms in the middle-aged man had completely disappeared.

After Ye Bufan took back all the golden needles, the middle-aged man immediately opened his eyes and slowly sat up from the ground.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Husband, you're finally ready."

The middle-aged woman grabbed his arm and cried with joy.

"You really shouldn't behave like a person. It turns out that this little brother is a miracle doctor. He is really capable..."

"That's right, I saw that someone was almost out of reach. They rescued him after a few injections. They were much better than the vice president..."

"The bullshit experts are really unreliable nowadays. They can't even compare to a young man. They just had the nerve to laugh at them..."

"Everyone says that traditional Chinese medicine is not good. I think it's completely nonsense. At the critical moment, we are still good at traditional Chinese medicine..."

Hearing the discussions around him, Li Mingyang was very embarrassed.

But there is no way. What people say is facts, and he has no room for refutation.

The flight attendant looked at Ye Bufan with gratitude and admiration on his face.

"Sir, thank you for your help. I apologize to you for your ignorance just now."

Ye Bufan said: "You're welcome, I was originally a doctor, so it's time to treat people."

After saying that, everyone returned to their positions, and the middle-aged man also sat back on his seat with the help of a woman.

After the two of them sat down, the middle-aged woman immediately took out a stack of money and handed it to Ye Bufan: "Little brother, thank you for your life-saving kindness. We only have so much money left after we go out this time, don't think it's too little."

Ye Bufan was not polite and directly took the money into his pocket. This is the rule of ancient medical schools, and the medical expenses are as good as possible.

He just saved a middle-aged man's life, and he deserves to take as much money as he wants.

After Li Dongyang returned to his position, he was silent for a while, then looked at Ye Bufan and said, "Little brother, I was wrong just now.
Chapter completed!