After Zhang Xiaolei left for a while, Jiang Fan walked out of the toilet. He slowly walked into the carriage, pushed the door and entered the soft sleeper compartment. Zhang Xiaolei was already lying on the bed, and Li Hanyan was still asleep. She glanced at Jiang Fan, and then
He turned his head and continued reading the newspaper.
"Director Li, the newspaper has been taken down!" Jiang Fan said with a smile.
Li Hanyan looked down and saw that the newspaper had indeed been turned upside down. She blushed slightly and said, "Whatever it is, I like to read it upside down!"
"Haha, I didn't expect Director Li to have such abilities, I really admire him!" Jiang Fan laughed.
"Humph!" Li Hanyan turned around and ignored Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan glanced at Zhang Xiaolei, blinked, and gently pinched her waist. Zhang Xiaolei twisted her body and covered her head shyly.
Zhang Xiaolei was very crazy in the toilet just now. When she was excited, she scratched and bit her, leaving traces of madness on Jiang Fan's body.
Jiang Fan smiled. After more than an hour of physical labor, he felt a little tired, so he fell on the bed and slowly fell asleep.
I don't know how long he had been here, but the sound of the train announcement woke Jiang Fan up. He got up and looked, and found that both Li Hanyan and Zhang Xiaolei were gone.
"Hey, where did they go?" Jiang Fan said.
Jiang Fan took a towel and toothbrush, opened the door, and met Li Hanyan and Zhang Xiaolei, who were just coming back from washing their faces.
"Good morning to you two beauties!"
Li Hanyan did not speak, Zhang Xiaolei smiled at Jiang Fan, and Jiang Fan deliberately brushed Li Hanyan's side and bumped Li Hanyan's shoulder.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Jiang Fan smiled.
"Humph!" Li Hanyan didn't say anything, and opened the door directly and went in. Jiang Fan helplessly smiled at Zhang Xiaolei and said, "It's hard to melt this iceberg!"
At this time, the train announcement rang: "There is a little boy in Car No. 10 who fainted, had high fever, convulsions, vomiting, a big pustule on his head, and weak breathing. The situation is very critical. Please ask the doctor on the car to rush to Car No. 10 immediately."
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Jiang Fan immediately rushed to the No. 10 carriage. As soon as Jiang Fan left, Li Hanyan and Zhang Xiaolei also rushed to the No. 10 carriage.
When they arrived at Car No. 10, Jiang Fan saw many people surrounding a woman holding a child. The woman was sobbing. A man wearing glasses was using a stethoscope to listen to the little boy's lungs and heart area. For a moment, the man shook his head and said: "
The child's body temperature is 42 degrees, his breathing is weak, and his heart rate is very low. It's dangerous!"
"Doctor, please save my child." The woman cried.
"The key problem is the pustule on the top of the child's head. The infection is very serious and requires immediate surgery. However, the conditions in the car are so poor that surgery is not possible."
"Please step aside, I am a doctor." Jiang Fan said.
The onlookers immediately made way, and Jiang Fan squeezed in. When he saw the pustule on the child's head, he exclaimed: "Vicious boil!"
"What kind of poisonous boil?" the man asked.
"Toxic boils are caused by the explosion of fire poison in the body. These abscesses penetrate internally to the head. It is difficult to remove the pus through general surgery, and it is very dangerous." Jiang Fan said.
At this time, Li Hanyan and Zhang Xiaolei also arrived. Li Hanyan said in surprise: "This is a complex abscess and cannot be operated on, otherwise it will infect the head."
"Please save my child!" the woman cried.
"Sister, don't worry, we will do our best to save your child." Li Hanyan glanced at Jiang Fan and said: "This kind of strange disease can only be cured by your Maoshan Talisman, why don't you save the child quickly!"
"Sister, do you have a handkerchief?" Jiang Fan asked.
"There are handkerchiefs!" The woman took out a handkerchief. Jiang Fan took it and folded it immediately, and soon it folded into a little cloth figure.
"What are you doing? Now that the child is critically ill, you still have the heart to fold dolls!" the man wearing glasses said displeased.
Li Hanyan and Zhang Xiaolei also couldn't understand what Jiang Fan was doing. Although they had seen Jiang Fan's miraculous medical skills before, they couldn't understand what Jiang Fan wanted to do this time.
"Who has scissors?" Jiang Fan asked.
"I have scissors!" The conductor handed over a pair of scissors.
"Sister, please cut the child's hair." Jiang Fan said.
"Cut the child's hair? What is this for?" the woman asked doubtfully.
"Yes, what do you want to do? I am a doctor who has been engaged in medicine for more than 20 years. I don't understand what you want to do at all!" said the man wearing glasses.
"Sister, do you want to save the child? If you want, just do it. Don't ask any questions!" Jiang Fan said.
"Of course I want to save the child, so I'll cut your hair right away." The woman immediately picked up the scissors, cut off a strand of the child's hair, and handed it to Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan took the hair and put it on the head of the little cloth man who folded the handkerchief. Strangely enough, the hair was actually stuck on the head of the little cloth man.
Jiang Fan held the little cloth man with hair in the palm of his hand, "Who has the needle?"
"Can I have a sewing needle?" asked a female conductor.
"Okay, please bring it quickly." Jiang Fan said.
The female conductor quickly brought a needle. Jiang Fan took it and said, "Director Li, please hold the child and let him turn his head down."
"Okay." Li Hanyan immediately hugged the little boy, tilting his body so that his head was facing down.
"Please bring me a trash can!"
The female conductor immediately brought a trash can, "Director Li, please put the child's head toward the trash can, so that when the pus is discharged, the pus will flow into the trash can." Jiang Fan said.
Everyone present could not figure out what kind of medicine Jiang Fan was selling in his gourd. He was holding a needle for sewing clothes and a small cloth man. How could he cure the disease?
"Sir, are you a doctor? It seems to me that you are playing a game!" said the man wearing glasses.
"Human life is at stake. How dare I play games? You will know soon." Jiang Fan said with a smile.
Jiang Fan took the little cloth man and circled it three times on the little boy's head, then silently recited the incantation, tapped the child's forehead with his sword finger, and then tapped the little cloth man's head.
Then Jiang Fan held the needle in his hand and gently pierced the little boy's head. A miracle happened. When the needle penetrated the little boy's head, the pustule of the little boy held in Li Hanyan's hand burst immediately, and a large amount of yellow pus burst out.
Welled out.
The yellow pus flowed into the trash can. When the pus was gone, Jiang Fan immediately threw the needle into the trash can, held his sword finger, and silently recited the Maoshan Curse to Remove Sores: "Heavenly Yellow Earthly Yellow, Earthly Law Nine Chapters, thousands of wounds, all destroyed,
Taishang Laojun is as urgent as the law!"
A white light flew from the sword finger and fell on the deflated pustule. The wound of the pustule was immediately sealed, and the redness and swelling disappeared immediately. The boy's convulsions immediately stopped, the high fever subsided immediately, and the body temperature returned to normal.
Jiang Fan stretched out his index finger and gently touched the little boy's forehead. The little boy immediately opened his eyes and said, "Mom, I'm hungry!"
"The child is cured!"
Everyone was stunned, this is incredible! Pricking the head of a little cloth man with a sewing needle, the little boy's head discharged pus! What kind of medical skill is this? It's really unheard of! Even if Li Hanyan and
Zhang Xiaolei had seen Jiang Fan's miraculous medical skills and was deeply shocked!
A note to readers:
What's going on? Where are the people who smashed bricks to vote?