"Oh, I'm just thinking about it. Let's go to my house and sit down." Zhang Zhongjie said with a smile and pulled Jiang Fan's hand.
"Director Zhang, if you have something to ask me, just say it directly, don't make excuses." Jiang Fan shook off Zhang Zhongjie's thick palm, his hands full of hair like a bear's paw, and he couldn't stand it.
Zhang Zhongjie looked around and said mysteriously: "Brother Jiang, take you to see a very important patient, come with me!"
"Tsk, don't do this with me. What kind of treatment is the best for the nobles, right? What about the medical expenses?" Jiang Fan stretched out his hand, rubbed his fingers and pinched his hands to count the money.
"Oh, Brother Jiang, why are you a vulgar? We may become relatives in the future, so why are we talking about money?" Zhang Zhongjie smiled and grabbed Jiang Fan's hand, dragging him away.
Jiang Fan exerted a little force, and Zhang Zhongjie was pulled back, "Director Zhang, who is going to meet? If you don't explain clearly, I won't go. I'm still busy!" Jiang Fan immediately seemed to leave.
When Zhang Zhongjie saw Jiang Fan coming seriously, he immediately changed into a very serious face and said, "Tell me the truth. The second leader is sick. Please go and treat him!"
"What, the second leader is sick!" The second leader is honest and deeply loved by the people of China. Jiang Fan respects it very much.
"Yes, are you going?" Zhang Zhongjie said.
"Why didn't you say it earlier? How could the No. 2 leader not go when he is sick? Let's go!" Jiang Fan grabbed Zhang Zhongjie's hand, and no matter how erect his hands were, he could care so much.
A black car stopped in front of an ancient building. After the door opened, Jiang Fan and Zhang Zhongjie got out of the car. After Zhang Zhongjie showed his ID, the guards released it. Jiang Fan and Zhang Zhongjie entered the Sihe courtyard.
"Director Zhang, you are here. The leader was in pain last night and didn't sleep all night." said a young female nurse.
"Ah! How about the leader?" Zhang Zhongjie asked nervously.
"It's okay for the time being. He is reviewing documents in bed." said the female nurse.
"How can you let the chief work? He should have more rest for this disease!" Zhang Zhongjie blamed.
"We don't let the chief work, but he insists on working, and we can't resist him!" the female nurse shouted.
On the bed in the bedroom, an old man with gray hair, sword-browed eyebrows, tiger-eyed eyes, straight nose, bright eyes, and clear cheeks were lying on the bed.
Jiang Fan immediately recognized that this was the leader he often saw on TV. He had been tortured by the disease and was very thin. His pale face was covered with wrinkles. His dry hands were holding a pen and writing something hard.
"Chief, Dean Zhang is here to see you!" the female nurse said softly.
The second leader raised his head and smiled and said, "Oh, Zhongjie, sit down quickly. Is this little brother the miracle doctor you and me mentioned?" Zhao Yi gently closed the folder and placed it at the head of the bed.
After sitting down, Zhang Zhongjie nodded and said, "Yes, it is the miracle doctor you mentioned to me. Xu Weihong's illness has been cured by him!"
"Oh! That's great, Old Xu has recovered, the Dragon Group can regain its momentum!" Zhao Yi was very happy, and his pale cheeks were flushed.
Jiang Fan had already opened the Tianyan point and soon discovered Zhao Yi's condition. Zhao Yi's liver area was surrounded by thick gray disease qi, and the liver eye point was closed by gray disease qi. In today's medicine, Zhao Yi's late stage
Liver cancer.
Not only that, the lungs and stomach are also surrounded by gray disease qi, among which the Feishu point and the Gastrointestinal point are closed by gray disease qi, which means that it has been transferred.
"Xiao Jiang, do you see what disease the leader is suffering from?" Zhang Zhongjie asked.
Jiang Fan was a little excited. The leader has always been a person he admired. Now that he has such a serious illness and has not forgotten his work, it is so touching!
"The leader is suffering from advanced liver cancer! It has metastasized to the lungs and stomach!" Jiang Fan's voice trembled a little.
"Can the leader's illness be cured?" Zhang Zhongjie asked nervously, looking at Jiang Fan with anticipation.
"Can heal!" Jiang Fan said firmly.
Zhang Zhongjie felt relieved and said happily: "It's great, the leader is saved!"
Zhao Yi smiled: "I didn't expect that my old bone could work for the people for a few years!"
"Xiao Jiang, do you need to prepare any items?" Zhang Zhongjie said.
"Please prepare a bag of salt and a basin of warm water." Jiang Fan said.
"Xiao Liu, go and prepare these items." Zhang Zhongjie ordered.
Nurse Xiao Liu went out immediately. After a while, he brought a basin of water and a bag of salt. Jiang Fan dissolved the salt into the water. Then he asked the nurse Xiao Liu to help Zhao Yi up and sit on the chair, while Jiang Fan stood on him.
In front, stretch out your hands and start chanting the curse to remove the diseased energy.
The gray disease qi of cancer patients is very strong. Jiang Fan grabbed and pulled six times in a row before removing the gray disease qi from the liver eye point. Then he grabbed and pulled the gray disease qi in the stomach and lungs. The gray disease qi was thrown into salt water.
When it was time, it made a "squeak!" sound, like water splashed in hot oil.
After repeated this many times, the gray diseased Qi was completely removed. Because Zhao Yi was very weak and his vital energy was insufficient, Jiang Fan immediately replenished Qi for Mingmen and Shenjue acupoints. This was Maoshan replenishment.
Qi technique is a method specifically for replenishing vitality for people with weak bodies.
Jiang Fan emitted white vital energy from the palm of his hand, replenishing the vital energy of the Mingmen point and Shenjue point. After a while, Jiang Fan sweated on his forehead. Maoshan Qi replenishment technique is a method to consume his own vital energy to replenish others' vital energy, so Jiang Fan consumes a lot of physical energy.
Big, his face was a little pale.
Finally, after replenishing the qi, Zhao Yi's face turned rosy. He felt comfortable all over, as if he had been younger for more than ten years.
"The chief's illness is cured!" Jiang Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Chief, stand up and feel it!" Zhang Zhongjieriko helped Zhao Yi up and put his finger on his pulse. He was surprised to find that the pulse had completely returned to normal.
"I feel very good, full of strength, as if I am reborn from the fire!" Zhao Yi said in surprise. He walked back and forth a few steps back and forth, and felt carefully that his body no longer had the feeling of pain and fatigue.
"Xiao Jiang, your medical skills are so amazing. The medical problems in the world are simply vulnerable in front of you! Do it well and you will have a bright future!" Zhao Yi looked at Jiang Fan with appreciation and nodded.
Jiang Fan smiled and said nothing. At this time, he really didn't know what to say, especially in front of the leader he respected very much.
When he left, Zhao Yi personally sent Jiang Fan out of the compound. When he returned to the Imperial Medical College, Jiang Fan felt very tired and fell asleep on the bed.
The next morning, after Jiang Fan got up, washed up and just finished breakfast, Dean Zhang accompanied a man in military uniform to walk towards the dormitory.
"Xiaojiang, someone from the Ministry of War is looking for you." Zhang Zhongjie said.
"Oh, what's the matter?" Jiang Fan said.
"Hello, Dr. Jiang, here is the order of Chief Sheng to invite you to the Ministry of War." The man saluted.
"What? The Ministry of War is looking for me?" Jiang Fan immediately thought of Sheng Wanghong. What's wrong with him looking for me? Could it be that he is also seriously ill? If this guy is seriously ill, I will not treat it!
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