Chapter three hundred and eighty second descending technique
Ye Mucha's face changed drastically.
"Wait a moment."
Mr. Hua's eyes lit up: "What did you see?"
He has always paid attention to Qin Feng's outfit.
In modern society, there are too few young people who can go out wearing a long robe.
What's more, Qin Feng's skills seem to be very good.
"I have to pay for medical treatment."
Qin Feng glanced at him: "The consultation fee is one million."
These people are arrogant and arrogant, and they are not seen once or twice at a glance.
How could Mr. Hua not know the nature of their urine?
Birds of a feather.
"Can."
Mr. Hua did not hesitate: "But are you really good at medicine?"
Qin Feng said calmly:
"Although you are in a wheelchair, the disease is in your head and not in your legs."
"Three years ago, you fell into a kind of magic that could cause the blood to flow backwards while walking, attacking the mind and body."
"Three steps to vomit blood, ten steps to cause cerebral palsy and heart attack."
"Although you use a wheelchair instead of walking, it still slowly circulates with the blood and is transferred to your heart, liver, spleen and lungs."
He saw through Mr. Hua's condition at a glance: "At most half a month, even breathing will kill you."
Ye Muchia's eyes widened.
all hit.
Mr. Hua was so excited that his whole body was trembling: "You, can you really tell?"
"Then do you have any way to cure it?"
Qin Feng said calmly: "I said, one million consultations, ten million shots."
"no problem."
Mr. Hua immediately agreed: "It's just that I can't give you this fee in money."
"So, where will you go later?"
Qin Feng frowned: "Jinling."
"good."
Mr. Hua made a prompt decision: "Please leave your address later and the one million consultation fee will be delivered to you within 24 hours."
"As for the ten million, I will also give it in the form of material."
He added: "Don't worry, I've always told you the truth, the value of things will only be above 10 million, not less than this number."
Qin Feng nodded: "I believe you."
Mr. Hua breathed a sigh of relief: "Do you need to prepare anything? How about I contact the hospital at the next stop now and ask them to prepare in advance according to your instructions."
"Need not."
Qin Feng stepped forward and grabbed Mr. Hua's neck.
"boom!"
Mr. Hua's body was lifted from the wheelchair, his leg was raised and he was hit with a knee.
"puff!"
Mr. Hua bowed his body and spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground.
Then, there was a "bang".
Mr. Hua's body was thrown to the ground, his face turned purple, and his eyes were almost broken.
"It's deeply ingrained, but it's still a little bit worse."
Qin Feng stretched out his hand and covered Mr. Hua's face with his five fingers.
"go!"
He put his fingers together and slapped her across the face.
"puff!"
Mr. Hua vomited out a mouthful of old blood.
He lost control of his body, staggered back, and hurriedly held the seat with both hands.
"Mr. Hua!"
Ye Mucha rushed forward: "Are you okay..."
"do not come."
Mr. Hua raised his hand to stop him. He lowered his head and vomited blood one by one.
Ye Mucha's eyes were worried, and then she was shocked to find that as Mr. Hua vomited blood, the color of the blood became brighter and brighter, becoming the same as that of a normal person.
It was a stream of fresh blood.
"Is this, is this good?"
She was stunned and couldn't believe this scene at all.
Quan Jinling's miracle doctor was helpless, but he was beaten several times and slapped in the face.
She wouldn't believe it unless she saw it with her own eyes.
Mr. Hua vomited desperately, spitting out blood. His body became lighter and lighter, and his chaotic brain gradually became clear.
In three years, he has never felt this refreshing.
Like being reborn.
He wanted to vomit the poisonous blood all at once and cut off the poisonous root.
"Stop throwing up."
"Stubborn illnesses are not severe, but they are chronic."
"Many times, to cure a disease, all you need to do is look under your butt."
"It's not that troublesome."
"Wow!"
Qin Feng pulled the wheelchair and threw it away, then raised his leg and kicked it.
"Bang!"
The wheelchair was torn into pieces, and its parts were thrown to the ground. A pitch-black human bone bounced a few times and lay quietly among the ruins.
Mr. Hua's eyes were stunned.
Ye Mucha's delicate body trembled.
"This is my phone number. Remember to send the money and things."
"I don't like people who break their promises."
Qin Feng threw away the handwritten note and turned to leave.
Only the deathly silent carriage and the two people who were completely stunned were left behind.
