Xiao Feng rushed to the general hospital and brought Chen Jianan decoction.
His condition is much better today and he can walk normally.
Xue Rujie and other doctors were all amazed that the recovery was so fast and they could be discharged today.
"Doctor Xiao, look...do you have time today?" Xue Rujie asked in a low voice.
"Let's go, take me to see that vegetative state."
He followed Xue Rujie to a special care ward. There were four bodyguards guarding the door and two bodyguards inside. This showed that the identity of this patient was not simple.
Lying on the hospital bed was a middle-aged man, who looked about fifty years old and already looked very skinny.
His face was pale and his eyes were closed. Only the electrocardiogram was beating slightly, and nutrient solution was still being infused into his left hand. A nurse was busy wiping her body.
"He is Song Fusheng, the former helmsman of the Song family." Xue Rujie said.
"So it's him?"
The Song family is one of the three major families in Jiangcheng, as famous as the Wang family and the Yang family, and ranks first among the three families.
The Song family was a top family during the Republic of China. After a hundred years of baptism, the family's power has shrunk a lot, but a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. How can the Song family still stand in Jiangcheng?
Xiao Feng stepped forward and felt his pulse. Suddenly his brows tightened and he looked at Song Fusheng in confusion.
"How is Doctor Xiao?" Xue Rujie asked hurriedly.
Xiao Feng shook his head slightly and said nothing.
Xue Rujie's face darkened: "Can't it be cured?"
"It can be cured, but it cannot be cured."
He nodded, shook his head again, and frowned thoughtfully.
Xue Rujie was confused and said: "This...can it be cured? Or can't it be cured?"
‘Bang!’
The ward door was suddenly pushed open, and several doctors walked in.
One of them was Chen Xiang, the director of the general hospital, and Xue Rujie said hello to him.
As for Xiao Feng, Chen Xiang didn't even look at him, thinking he was a little nurse who came to scout people.
"Director Xue, Wanlong Lin will come later. Mr. Song will leave it to him."
"Wanlong Forest?"
Xue Rujie was shocked and said: "Is it that Wanlong Lin, the leading figure in the traditional Chinese medicine community in Jiangcheng, who claims to be able to cure all diseases?"
Chen Xiang nodded: "Yes, the Song family has contacted Wan Lao, and it should be here soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, a white-haired old man wearing a Tang suit walked into the ward with the support of several people.
"Wan Lao, you are here."
Chen Xiang and other doctors came forward to greet him, and even Xue Rujie followed.
Xiao Feng watched from the sidelines. Naturally, he had heard of Wanlong Lin. His status was similar to that of Lin Huichun. They were both well-known figures in the traditional Chinese medicine community in Jiangcheng.
However, his reputation is mixed. Some people say that he is greedy for money and have no bottom line, while others say that he is a miraculous doctor who is famous all over the world.
In short, this old man is also a master of traditional Chinese medicine. He has several medical clinics in Jiangcheng and has disciples all over the province.
"All the miracle doctors, it all depends on you."
A graceful middle-aged woman bowed and said: "As long as you can cure my husband, 50 million will be paid immediately."
Fifty million?
Everyone was shocked, this was really a big deal, worthy of being the head of the three great families.
Wan Longlin touched his beard and said with a smile: "Haha...Mrs. Song is so polite. I will do my best. I will take Mr. Song's pulse first."
Wan Longlin sat in front of the hospital bed. After checking his pulse for a while, he opened his eyes and whispered: "Well! Mr. Song's head and waist were severely injured. If I'm not wrong, it should have been caused by a car accident.
"
"Yes, yes, can it still be cured?" Mrs. Song asked hurriedly.
Wan Longlin smiled slightly: "Mrs. Song, you have found the right person. I dare not say anything else. No one in this whole Jiangcheng can cure Mr. Song except me."
"Sister-in-law, if the doctor of all gods says it can be cured, then it must be cured," Song Kang'an said.
He is Song Fusheng's younger brother, and it was he who introduced Wan Longlin.
Mrs. Song nodded repeatedly: "Okay, then I'll bother Doctor Wan Shen."
Wan Longlin took out the silver needle and said seriously: "I want to give Mr. Song acupuncture first. After this set of acupuncture is applied, Mr. Song will wake up."
As soon as they heard that people could wake up immediately, everyone in the Song family was very excited, especially Mrs. Song, who was full of expectations.
Xiao Feng also wanted to see whether this master who dominated the world of traditional Chinese medicine lived up to his reputation or was just an empty name.
The entire ward was quiet, and everyone was staring.
Wan Longlin first injected eight needles into Song Fusheng's head, and then injected eight needles into his lower back and legs.
"Oops! Could this be... the legendary Nine-Turn Yang-Returning Needle?" Dean Chen Xiang exclaimed.
Wan Longlin raised his head and said with a smile: "Dean Chen is indeed proficient in both Chinese and Western medicine. Yes, this is the Nine-Turn Huiyang Needle."
"It is said that this is the highest level of traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture. As long as the patient is still breathing, the patient can be brought back from the brink of death."
Chen Xiang nodded and praised: "Wan Lao is indeed a leader in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. This Yang-returning acupuncture technique is enough to be proud of the world."
After hearing this, everyone was shocked. Being able to save people from death, what is this but a miracle doctor? It seems that Chinese medicine still has foundation, and it is indeed profound and profound.
Everyone in the Song family was also extremely surprised, but Song Kang'an narrowed his eyes and showed an imperceptible sneer.
"There is a reaction."
Mrs. Song exclaimed, and everyone noticed that Song Fusheng's fingers were beating.
"It's amazing, it's amazing."
"Wan Shen Yi is indeed very powerful. It seems that there are still experts in Chinese medicine."
Chen Xiang and other doctors were also amazed. Song Fusheng was already in a vegetative state. He had been lying on the hospital bed for three months without any movement. Today, as soon as the Wan Shen Doctor took action, there was an immediate reaction.
Xue Rujie looked at Xiao Feng and saw that his face was still calm and there was no wave in his expression.
She apologized: "I'm sorry, Dr. Xiao, I asked you to make this trip for nothing."
Xiao Feng raised the corners of his mouth: "No, the fun has just begun."
Good show?
Xue Rujie was a little confused. Could it be that she wanted to see the All-God Doctor show off his skills?
At this time, Wanlong Lin took a long breath and began the final injection.
Since it is called Jiu Zhuan Hui Yang Needle, nine stitches must be given. He had previously given eight stitches in every place, but now the last stitch is the key.
This time he added the needles from bottom to top, first on the legs, then on the lower back, and finally on the head.
Just when he was about to give the last injection to Song Fusheng's head, Xiao Feng suddenly shouted: "Wait!"
"well!"
This sudden sound made Wan Longlin's hand tremble, and the last needle was crooked, not touching the acupuncture point.
Xiao Feng stepped forward: "Doctor Wan, this injection cannot be given."
"what are you doing?"
Chen Xiang said slightly angrily: "Can you afford it if your yelling interferes with Doctor Wan Shen's efforts to save people? Director Xue, fire this nurse immediately."
Xue Rujie looked embarrassed and said: "Dean Chen, he is not a nurse, he is Dr. Xiao. I invited him to treat Mr. Song."
"What? He's a doctor?"
Chen Xiang's face darkened: "Director Xue, I have to criticize you. Not just anyone can treat Mr. Song."
A young man of 20 years old, who is only an intern doctor at most, can treat what diseases?
Song Kang'an also asked: "We have the Ten Thousand God Doctor here, so we don't need anyone else. Let him leave quickly. My brother is still waiting for help."
Xiao Feng looked around and chuckled: "Are you trying to save lives, or are you trying to kill people?"
"Boy, what are you talking about?"
Song Kangan said angrily: "The Wan Shen Doctor is treating my brother, how dare you say that he wants to kill someone?"
Wan Longlin also had a sullen face: "Young man, you can't talk nonsense. You dare to point fingers at me after learning a little bit? Director Chen, I am very disappointed with your hospital."
"Wan Lao misunderstood. He is not from our hospital."
Chen Xiang explained quickly and glared: "Director Xue, drag him out and stop messing around here."
"I'm messing around?"
Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Doctor Wan, let me ask you, do you think you should give this last injection... or not?"