When Shi Yan answered the phone, he heard Song Jing's voice and didn't think of it, but he realized it later.
Han Xingxiu waved to Song Jing first, "Girl Song."
Song Jing stepped forward, the indifference and surliness in his expression softened, and his pretty face became much more docile, "Grandpa Han."
"Hey." Han Xingxiu responded crisply, "Song girl, it turns out that you and Xiao Yan have known each other for a long time."
We have known each other for a long time, and it has only been two days in total, but the ghost is still lingering, as if we were in trouble.
Song Jing cursed inwardly, and Han Xingxiu said again: "Let's go, let's go see a doctor first."
When everyone in the Shi family heard that a new doctor was coming to treat the old man, they all waited in the yard and no one left.
Shi Yan took Song Jing into the courtyard, and everyone standing in the courtyard was still looking out.
"Ayan, didn't you say there is a new doctor? Where is the doctor?" Uncle Shi asked. Others in the Shi family also had the same question.
Shi Yan didn't even look at them, and took Song Jing into the old man's bedroom, along with Han Xingxiu.
"What's going on? Where is the new doctor?" someone asked in a low voice.
Uncle Shi shook his head sullenly.
"He is too arrogant. We are all his elders after all. He..."
"Shut up!" Uncle Shi glanced at Ding Jia and Ding Yi who were guarding the door of the bedroom, then turned back to glare at the person who complained softly, "If you don't want to be thrown out, stop saying these useless words."
Shi Yan had already spoken out to the Shi family five years ago and had accumulated great prestige, but anyone who opposed him would not end well in the end.
Moreover, Shi Yan is never merciful, even people like them are no exception.
What's more, Shi Yan is not only the future heir of the Shi family, but also has a very special status. How can ordinary people like them dare to go against Shi Yan, who controls the Superpower Management Bureau?
As long as people like them just keep their peace and keep the money they should get from the Shi family, Shi Yan will basically turn a blind eye.
Uncle Shi clasped his hands and glanced into the bedroom, his eyes heavy with his own plans.
There were several expert doctors in the bedroom. They were all startled when they saw Shi Yan leaving and returning, and then looked at Song Jing and Han Xingxiu who followed them into the bedroom.
They knew Academician Han, and they just thought Song Jing was a relative of Academician Han, so they came to see Mr. Shi together.
Seeing the three people coming in, they took two steps back. The leading expert doctor said: "Mr. Han, Mr. Shi's current condition is not very good. The bedroom is not suitable for having too many people. Take a look at Mr. Shi and please come outside.
wait."
"I know." Han Xingxiu looked at Mr. Shi lying on the bed and frowned worriedly, "Girl Song, can it be cured?"
"Yes." Song Jing stepped forward and took off his backpack, walked to the bed and began to examine the old man's body.
"What are you doing?!" an expert doctor nearby shouted angrily, "Mr. Shi is seriously ill now. You can just come to visit and take a look at him from a distance. Who allows you to get close and take action? If Mr. Shi makes a mistake, don't you want to live?"
"
Song Jing turned his head and looked over, but what he saw was not the middle-aged doctor who was talking, but Shi Yan.
"Jiayi, clear the place."
Shi Yan's eyebrows were cold, and the oppressive feeling emanating from his whole body made everyone in the bedroom feel cold all over. Several experts and doctors had cold sweat on their backs, and they couldn't help but feel a little weird about talkative people.
The people Mr. Shi brought in personally were the ones he could judge! He did not overestimate his abilities.
Several expert doctors were sweating coldly, not daring to say another word, and consciously left the bedroom.
When Second Uncle Shi and the others saw several expert doctors coming out, they all crowded forward, "Doctor, why are you all here? Is the old man's illness..."
The words were spoken, and no one dared to say that the old man's illness was really bad and that he was about to die.
Several expert doctors shook their heads. Without Shi Shao's order, they did not dare to disclose anything and could only stand in the yard and wait.
Song Jing stepped forward and took Mr. Shi's pulse, then looked at Mr. Shi's eyelids, then turned back and took a jade slip and forced open Mr. Shi's closed teeth.
Jiayi and the others were sweating coldly as they watched. Miss Song was so courageous that she actually dared to pry the old man's mouth with something. If they were not happy, they could shoot her directly.
When Shi Yan saw Song Jing's actions, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Song Jing examined the old man and already made a judgment on the old man's condition.
She took out the black cloth bag and spread it out. Rows of silver needles of different sizes lay inside.
Song Jing took the thickest silver needle from the bottom row, lifted up the old man's sleeve, gently twisted the silver needle into the acupuncture point on the old man's arm, inserted it three times, then switched to the other side, and then lifted up the old man's clothes.
Start inserting the needle at the old man's navel.
She lowered her eyes, her expression was indifferent, and her hand twirling the silver needle was steady and quiet.
"You'd better cover your noses." Song Jing backed away, turned around and opened the window in the bedroom.
porphyrin——
The moment Song Jing opened the window, Mr. Shi suddenly started to exhaust gas while lying on the bed. The whole process lasted for two to three minutes, and the smell was very strong.
Han Xingxiu raised his hand to cover his nose, barely able to resist some of the smell.
Jiayi and the others did not dare to cover their noses, so they could only endure it, and their faces turned green.
Shi Yan walked to Song Jing's side. The air was obviously much fresher through the open window.
Song Jing glanced at him, thinking of the five hundred million dollars that were gone, he felt that this man was extremely hateful and he didn't like him no matter what.
"Can you cure my grandfather's disease?"
"able."
Song Jing's tone was cold and calm, but he had unparalleled confidence.
By this time, the smell in the room had almost dissipated. Song Jing walked back to the bed and said, "Come here and give me a hand."
She didn't say this to anyone in particular, but everyone in the room seemed to know who she was talking to.
When Shi Yan stepped forward, Song Jing took a step back, turned to take the silver needle, "Hel the old man up and sit down."
Shi Yan helped the old man up as she said and supported him with his arms, "Is this okay?"
Song Jing nodded, took the thinnest silver needle and inserted it into the old man's head. He held the silver needle with his fingertips and twisted it for about 20 seconds before suddenly increasing his strength.
"puff!"
The old man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of pus and blood.
The blood was red and black in color, and there were already clots in it. Even a layman would know that this blood was not simple.
"Lao Shi!" Han Xingxiu called out worriedly.
Song Jing took off the silver needle and put it away, "Okay. I'll make a prescription, brew the medicine according to the prescription, and let the old man drink it once in the morning and once in the evening."
Shi Yan put Mr. Shi back on the bed and watched Song Jing take out a palm-sized notebook and start writing prescriptions.
I don’t know if doctors have their own font for writing prescriptions, but it’s hard for laymen to understand.
Song Jing tore off the prescription and handed it to Shi Yan, raising his eyebrows slightly with arrogance and provocation between them.
Shi Yan lowered her eyes and glanced at the font on the prescription. She couldn't understand what was written, but the font was ugly and cute, just as cute as her provocative little expression.