After getting the 300 ml liters of Lao Zhaizhu, Ye Fan thrusts and then went down the mountain as quickly as possible.
He got into the car, waved his hand to stop Miao Fenglang from asking, but asked him to drive back to the hospital.
There is not much time left.
Ye Fan did not think about how to repay this favor, nor did he think about how Lao Zhaizhu would restrain himself. He just wanted to make Tang Ruoxue get better as soon as possible.
"Pregnant women should not be acupuncture for Hegu, and Sanyinjiao is also Tonglun. Shimen acupuncture should be avoided. Women will not have pregnancy for life."
"There is a cloud gate and a dove tail outside. Don't be deep at the host. When the Jianjing is deep, people are bored. Three miles are urgent to repair the people and the people are calm..." On the way forward, Ye Fan closed his eyes and calmed down, so that he could do his best to calm his emotions so as not to avoid
An error occurred while treating Tang Ruoxue later.
He also quietly recited the medical technique for banning acupuncture, so as not to instinctively pick up the silver needle when he first appeared in Baocheng Hospital and wanted to treat Tang Ruoxue.
If you hadn't reacted in time to the four words "forbidden acupuncture for pregnant women" in time, Ye Fan would have been afraid of being concerned and pierced into acupuncture points that should not be touched.
Pregnant women can be acupuncture, but there are several major acupoints that cannot be applied. Once the degree is messed up, it is easy to make big mistakes.
The car quickly arrived at Baocheng Hospital, and Ye Fan immediately pushed open the car door and came out.
He handed the blood he received to Dr. Murong and asked her to enter Tang Ruoxue's body as soon as possible, so that her gradually weakened body would be replenished.
Then, Ye Fan took out the silver needle and prepared to activate Tang Ruoxue's blood.
"Woo" At this moment, several more business cars arrived at the hospital. The door opened and hurriedly walked out more than a dozen young women with extraordinary temperament.
Almost everyone is pushing a suitcase, with various advanced instruments, various precious medicines, and various new needle water names written on it.
Combination of Chinese and Western styles.
Ye Fan glanced at it casually. If the content of the box is true, then every box is afraid it is worth over 100 million yuan.
He is rich and generous.
Then, a saint wearing a white veil appeared in front of Ye Fan.
Zhao Mingyue and the others were slightly stunned, as if they didn't expect the Saint to come here.
Ye Fan was also stunned and then greeted him: "Miss Shi..." "Hello Mrs. Ye!"
"Ye Fan, Master said, send the Buddha to the West."
The saint greeted Zhao Mingyue, then stared at Ye Fan straight to the point: "Miss Tang is pregnant now, and you are confused again. If you treat her, it is easy to miss it."
"Once the wrong position is applied when applying the needle, it is easy to have one corpse and two lives in the prenatal acupuncture taboos."
"So my master asked me to come over and apply an injection to Miss Tang, so that 300 milliliters of blood can be used to its maximum value."
"Is this last step you do it yourself or me?"
Her eyes were as cold as ever, but this time she felt a lot more anger than the jokes she had done a few days ago.
Obviously, Ye Fan took away 300 milliliters of Lao Zhai's blood and made her very angry.
Ye Fan thought for a while and bent over slightly: "Come on!"
He has suppressed most of his emotions, but he still cannot guarantee that he can stabilize his mind during treatment. He is easily out of control when facing Tang Ruoxue.
He decided to ask the saint to treat Tang Ruoxue.
The saint was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, Ye Fan trusted her so much, and his anger dissipated a little.
Then, she took the girls and picked up the medicine box and walked into the emergency room.
"Idle people are not allowed to enter!"
The saint asked someone to close the door of the emergency room, leaving two female companions to guard the door.
"Ye Fan, drink some soda."
When the corridor calmed down again, Zhao Mingyue found the opportunity to interrupt and handed Ye Fan a bottle of soda water. She asked curiously: "How did you get the 300 milliliters of blood from Lao Zhaizhu?"
She still couldn't figure it out. Ye Fan saw Lao Zhai Master in such a short time and persuaded her to drain her precious blood.
In Zhao Mingyue's perception, there are probably only Chu Shuai and Lao Taijun in the world who can make Lao Zhaizhu do this.
"I went to seek scriptures from Uncle Dong."
Ye Fan smiled and explained: "When you go, you kneel down, pester it all, don't fight back when you beat it, don't fight back when you beat it, and there are old men and small businesses that are miserable."
"The Lord Lao Zhai is tired of my scoundrel style and does not want blood from the Buddhist holy land, so he smoked 300 milliliters of blood to send me out."
"Of course, after a few days, I will donate one billion or eight billion to pay back."
Ye Fan was afraid that Zhao Mingyue would be worried, so he did not tell him that he would trade his life for life. He was almost killed by the Lord of Lao Zhai for the rest of his life.
"Not serious."
Zhao Mingyue knocked Ye Fan on a chestnut.
She knew things were definitely not that simple.
But seeing that Ye Fan didn't want to tell him, she didn't ask for questions for the time being. When Tang Ruoxue became stable, she would inquire about the transaction between the two parties.
"Ye Fan, the end of the month is your father's fiftieth birthday. You can also attend the banquet together."
Perhaps in order to relieve Ye Fan's anxiety, Zhao Mingyue whispered: "He admires you very much. If you come to the scene and say it to him, he will be very happy."
Fifty birthday?
Ye Fan was slightly stunned, then slapped his head, remembering Ye Tiandong's birthday at the end of the month.
He looked at Zhao Mingyue and smiled: "Uncle Tian's birthday, many big people must come, each of them is either rich or noble. Isn't it appropriate for me to go, a little doctor?"
Ye Fan was somewhat resistant to such a big scene. He was silly with those who didn’t know each other. It would be better to see more patients in Jinzhilin.
"You are my godson and his godson, so there is nothing wrong with going to celebrate your birthday."
Zhao Mingyue took Ye Fan's arm: "It happened to be Sunday that day, and Jin Zhilin didn't open a restaurant. You can go over and give your godfather a boost of face."
"It's also possible for everyone to know that he has an excellent godson."
Her eyes were hot: "Otherwise everyone would laugh at him privately and would only raise Ye Tianci, who could not be helped."
Seeing Zhao Mingyue's enthusiasm and persistence, Ye Fan finally nodded: "Okay, I'll go there."
Ye Fan is still willing to spend time doing things that make Zhao Mingyue and Ye Tiandong happy.
An hour later, the door of the emergency room opened, and the concubine Shi Zi was sweating profusely, and her face was exhausted, which obviously took a lot of effort.
Ye Fan immediately greeted the past: "Miss Shi, how is the situation?"
Zhao Mingyue also leaned over.
"Madam, mother and son are safe."
The saint did not look at Ye Fan, but just said something to Zhao Mingyue, and then left with her female companion indifferently.
After walking more than ten meters, she turned to Ye Fan and looked at Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, you must remember your promise and remember your words and deeds in Tongtian Ancient Temple."
Ye Fan sighed: "Miss Teacher, don't worry, Ye Fan promises a thousand gold."
The saint nodded, said nothing, and continued to walk towards the door.
It came quickly and went quickly. Soon, the saint's party disappeared without a trace.
Ye Fan was stunned for two or three seconds, then turned around and ran into the ward to visit Tang Ruoxue.
After blood transfusion and treatment, Tang Ruoxue's complexion improved a lot and his breathing became even. When Ye Fan held her palm, he felt a little warm.
Ye Fan felt relieved, and the life and death stone turned to test to confirm that the mother and son were safe. The saint stimulated the greatest value of 300 milliliters of blood.
He grabbed Tang Ruoxue's hand and kissed him gently and expressed his apology.
When he looked up again, he felt something strange. When he looked up, he found that Tang Ruoxue had opened his eyes slightly.
She shook her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't speak for a moment.
Ye Fan held the woman's hand and comforted her softly: "Ruoxue, don't be afraid, don't worry, it's okay, mother and son are safe, mother and son are safe."
He showed a hint of apology: "You are out of danger, just have a good rest for a week."
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Tang Ruoxue's pretty face sluggishly, and then she burst into tears: "Ye Fan... I'm sorry..."