Among the six people, almost all raised their heads and turned to look at Fan Jianqiang who walked in.
One of the men, about thirty-five years old, asked doubtfully: "Who are you?"
Fan Jianqiang smiled and said: "I am a member of the inspection team that came to Sumali for food and medical assistance. My name is Fan Jianqiang. I passed by and saw that our Chinese national flag was hanging here, so I took the liberty to come and take a look."
The man took off his mask and smiled: "Welcome, I am a volunteer from the Huaxia Hong Kong Volunteer Association. My name is Miao Zhenshan. You can call me Mike. Mr. Fan's Mandarin is very standard. Are you from the Mainland?"
"Yes, I am from Jiangbei."
At this time, a dull female voice came: "Mike, don't worry about talking, this child may not be able to survive."
Miao Zhenshan hurriedly put on a mask and nodded apologetically to Fan Jianqiang.
Fan Jianqiang hurriedly walked over, and the scrawny black child looked up at Fan Qianqiang weakly, revealing his white teeth.
But then, the child twitched because of the pain in the wound on his stomach, and his smile disappeared.
Fan Jianqiang looked at the bloody mass on his stomach and the white pus flowing out of the wound. This was because he was seriously infected by bacteria and was not treated in time. As a result, the wound became suppurated and the bacteria invaded other organs...
Not to mention the rudimentary medical conditions here, even in a decent hospital, it would be difficult to recover from such a situation.
A doctor shook his head and said: "I have already taken penicillin and antibacterial and anti-inflammatory drugs. There is no need for further treatment."
Miao Zhenshan sighed, took off his mask, and said, "Doctor Yue, go tell the child's parents..."
Doctor Yue?!
Fan Jianqiang was stunned for a moment, Doctor Yue? Yue Wanting?
A slender female doctor who was not too tall took off her mask, smiled sadly, leaned down, touched the child's forehead with her hand, and spoke softly in English.
The moment she took off her mask and revealed her face, Fan Jianqiang was immediately amazed and so beautiful! Her soft and delicate skin, fluffy sideburns, thick black eyebrows, and bright black eyes were so vivid and beautiful that it was indescribable.
The black child seemed to know that he would not survive. There was a begging look in his eyes. He looked at the people in front of him one by one and shouted weakly: "help me...help me..."
Another female doctor rubbed her eyes with her hands and walked out quickly whimpering.
Everyone sighed, Miao Zhenshan smiled bitterly and said to Fan Jianqiang: "Our medical conditions are so poor, many medicines are almost used up. Mr. Fan, when your inspection team came, did you bring any medicines?"
Fan Jianqiang said: "I am just the first batch of people to come over for inspection."
Although he didn't understand the language, the black child saw something in everyone's eyes, and his eyes changed from hope to despair.
Fan Jianqiang gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, held the child's skeleton-like hand, and said to Miao Zhenshan: "Mike, I have some ancestral medicine that may be able to help this child, but I ask you all to get out. I
I don’t want anyone to see me doing the treatment.”
Almost all eyes were turned to Fan Jianqiang. Miao Zhenshan said in surprise: "Ancestral medicine? What is that?"
"This is my secret, Mike, please trust me and respect my privacy."
"this……"
"Get out quickly! Do you want to watch this child die?"
The beautiful Dr. Yue looked at Fan Jianqiang doubtfully, and Fan Jianqiang nodded to her with a serious expression.
Although Miao Zhenshan doesn't believe in any ancestral secret recipe or panacea that can cure all diseases, but he is a dead horse and a living doctor. Maybe this young Mr. Fan can really create miracles?
When everyone went out, Fan Qiangqiang smiled at the black child and muttered: "Little guy, you are lucky to have met me. You can't die. If I take action, your little injury will be nothing."
Ball ball.”
While nagging, Fan Qiangqiang pressed his hand on his injured area, using the healing light and purifying light at the same time!
Like a miracle, the wound on the child's stomach was slowly healing. At the same time, the purifying light was also rapidly expelling bacterial toxins from his body and internal organs. Three minutes later, Fan Qianqiang breathed a sigh of relief and took a photo.
Patting him on the head, he said with a smile: "Okay, now you can get up, go out and scare them to death!"
The black child had never felt such a comfortable and warm feeling. He spoke in Sumari language, sat up from the hospital bed, and touched his belly in shock. There was a layer of red and tender skin on the black skin.
The new meat no longer hurts!
The black child was surprised and happy. He got out of bed and knelt down to Fan Qianqiang. He was saying something wah, and Fan Qianqiang smiled and said, "Go ahead, scare them to death."
The female doctor who was the first to go out had already told the child's parents the bad news in English. The mother was crying loudly, but the child's father could not cry because he was hungry.
All the volunteers were outside the tent, trying to comfort them. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the little boy walked out and called his parents.
Everyone was instantly petrified.
The parents of the child were unaware of the situation in front of them, but these volunteers from the Hong Kong Volunteer Association saw with their own eyes that the child, who could not be saved, had his bare upper body and the festering wounds on his belly healed!
"My God, is this a miracle?" a volunteer asked in horror.
"Mr. Fan, how did you do it?"
"Yes, Mr. Fan, what kind of ancestral magic medicine is that of yours? Is this good?"
The volunteers asked all kinds of questions, and all of them had extremely shocked expressions.
"Mr. Fan, do you still have the medicine? Can you sell some to us?" Miao Zhenshan asked excitedly.
"Uh, can you stop thinking about my medicine? In fact, that medicine is very precious. Have you read those martial arts novels written by Master Jin Yong? The type of Jinchuang medicine has miraculous effects on wound healing. Seventy-seven forty-nine
It takes nine days of refining time to refine just a few of them. Both money and time are very precious. I only have two or three, which I keep for myself in case of emergencies. I just saw that the child was quite pitiful.
I gave him one."
Hearing the words "7749", the volunteers were stunned for a moment.
Suddenly the bright-eyed Dr. Yue said: "It would be great if Mr. Fan's medicine could be mass-produced, then it would benefit the people."
Fan Jianqiang smiled bitterly and said: "Everyone, do you have to force me to tell the truth? Is there any medicine in the world that can save a dying person in just a few minutes? Even counterfeit medicines dare not say this.
Is that true? This medicine also requires true energy to assist treatment, so mass production is impossible."
"Zhenqi?! Is it the kind of real Qi of martial arts masters in martial arts movies? Isn't that fictional?"
Now, these people were even more frightened.
Fan Jianqiang shrugged: "If it is fiction, can this child stand in front of you alive and kicking?"
At this time, the black child pulled his parents over and the family of three prostrated on the ground and worshiped Fan Qianqiang.
"Get up, get up." Fan Jianqiang helped them up one by one.
After hearing the news, other black people gathered around and knelt down to Fan Jianqiang, begging him to heal them.
Fan Jianqiang has black lines all over his head.
"Where does your Hong Kong Volunteer Association's funds come from? Why don't you prepare more medicines?" Fan Jianqiang asked.
Miao Zhenshan smiled bitterly: "Our funds come from fundraising. You may not understand how difficult it is to ask others to raise donations. Some rich people with hundreds of millions of dollars, donating a hundred or eighty thousand is like doing a big good deed."
, every time we ask grandpa to sue ***, it is extremely difficult to do..."
Fan Qianqiang smiled and said: "Well, Mike, please leave me your phone number and bank account number. Although I am not a rich person, I still know some wealthy people. I will promote it to you and see how much donations I can get."
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Miao Zhenshan hurriedly took out his business card and handed it over with both hands: "It would be great if they could get help. I would like to thank you on their behalf, Mr. Fan."
Fan Jianqiang smiled and said: "You're welcome, I have something else to do and I'm still waiting outside."