An hour later, all fifteen doctors were diagnosed and they gathered with other doctors to discuss.
Ye Fan did not participate, but just retreated to Zhu Changsheng, his eyes looking thoughtful.
Then, he took out his cell phone and sent several text messages.
Zhu Changsheng didn't ask about Ye Fan's situation, but just sat in the corner with a few bodyguards, drinking tea leisurely, and letting Song Jinyu not take care of him.
After dozens of doctors unanimously concluded that Song Wansan was overly worried and under great pressure, which led to confusion and failure of the internal organs and decreased physical function.
If the meridians are not smooth and the heart meridians are blocked, life will be in danger at any time.
In other words, this is a heart disease and cannot be cured.
So after everyone discussed it, their original confidence turned into depressed, especially when they thought of Song Wansan's self-harm arm, they became even more depressed.
One hundred billion won't make it.
"Everyone, my father is under great pressure in the past few months. I know he has a heart disease, and I also know that heart disease still needs heart medicine."
Seeing the dull atmosphere, Song Jinyu hurriedly stood in the middle and spoke: "But we can't get the medicine for the time being, and we can't mentally eradicate my father's thorns."
As long as Miao Fenghuang is killed, Song Wansan will get better, but now the Song family cannot kill her, and even faces murderous deaths from Miao Fenghuang every now and then.
"So I can only ask you to help me and see if I can find another way to save my father."
"If everyone is sitting there, please help me save my father. Our Song family has always been grateful for our gratitude."
Song Jinyu looked at the famous doctor sitting sincerely, and tears flashed in her deep eyes, as if she was a kind father and a filial son.
At this moment, many nephews of the Song family ran over and looked at everyone with a serious expression, wanting to see if anyone could cure Song Wansan.
"As long as my father can improve, I will offer it to you 10 billion."
Song Jinyu landed soundly and continued to spend a lot of money: "In addition to 10 billion, I will also give me 20% of the shares in the Song family."
He smashed out all his assets in the Song family.
Zhu Changsheng laughed at Ye Fan with a slight smile: "When he sees this, he is very filial and wants Song Wansan to get better."
Ye Fan stood behind Zhu Changsheng and spoke: "What's the use of promising a trillion-dollar disease?"
Zhu Changsheng asked: "Are you sure to cure Lao Song?"
Ye Fan answered the question irrelevantly: "This is a bureau."
Zhu Changsheng was slightly stunned, but said nothing, and picked up the tea and took a sip.
"Twenty percent of the shares?"
"The Song family has a net worth of nearly one trillion yuan, 20% of it, that's 200 billion yuan."
"This is such a big move, Young Master Song is so filial."
At this moment, Song Jinyu's words were in an uproar. Not only did the Song family's nephews feel in a daze, but even the famous doctors who have seen many lives and deaths were also surprised.
But they quickly smiled bitterly again, yes, Song Wansan was cured, the young model in the club, but the problem was that they had no such ability at all.
Seeing that everyone had returned to silence, Song Jinyu bowed to everyone: "Everyone, help me."
"Mr. Song, it's not that we don't help you, we are really powerless."
"Yes, 10 billion medical expenses, money we can't make in our entire life, so how can we not be moved?
It's just that it can't be cured."
"Old Mr. Song's heart disease is not just heart-wrenching. His whole nerves are stuck there."
"Old Song's heart is actually almost dead. He is so self-harm that he wants to use severe pain to stimulate himself and let himself know that he is still alive."
Dozens of doctors were talking and shook their heads, not knowing how to start Song Wansan's condition.
"I'll try it."
Just when Song Jinyu and the Song family's nephew were in despair, Hua Qingfeng, who had been silent, rose up. He carried his hands on his back and looked calm: "To be honest, Mr. Song's illness is indeed difficult to treat."
"I, Mr. Hua, practiced medicine for decades and have seen countless strange diseases, but this is the first time I have seen a disease like Mr. Song!"
"As everyone said, Mr. Song's heart is about to die. If there is no medicine for heart, Mr. Song will die at most one month."
"Although I'm not sure, I'm willing to give it a try."
"Because I got a medical book half a year ago, there was a set of acupuncture methods that could open up the eight extraordinary meridians."
His expression became firm: "I'll give Mr. Song a treatment."
As soon as these words were said, the audience was in an uproar, but this time it was very excited. I never thought that Huaqingfeng could cure this disease.
Chen Jishi and the others surrounded him to pay tribute.
Chen Jishi asked curiously: "Old Hua, what acupuncture method have you learned?"
"Three talents are connected to the secluded!"
Hua Qingfeng looked arrogant: "It is said that the lost acupuncture method is specially used to clear the eight extraordinary meridians. It is rumored that it was left by Zhenren Zhang. I have practiced hard for a year before I finished the nine acupuncture."
"The technique is not perfect, but it should be able to alleviate Mr. Song's condition."
His hesitation gradually turned into confidence.
Three talents are connected to the secluded?
There are many Chinese medicine doctors here, but they are still very experienced. When they hear this name, they are really acupuncture techniques that have been lost for many years.
"Old Hua is amazing. He can find acupuncture techniques that have been lost for so long. He is worthy of being a famous doctor in Longdu."
"I heard that the three talents can practice to the extreme, and can open up the Ren and Du meridians, which are very powerful, but they are also difficult to learn, otherwise they will not be lost."
"It's just Mr. Hua's talent. If you and me, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn the first shot."
Everyone praised Hua Qingfeng again.
Hua Qingfeng didn't care much, and it was as light as ever.
"Thank you, thank you Mr. Hua!"
Song Jinyu also nodded quickly, with a look of gratitude, and then made a gesture of invitation: "Please send a needle to Mr. Hua."
The Song family's nephews were also very excited: "Please give a needle to Mr. Hua."
Hua Qingfeng was not embarrassed, so he prepared and then asked someone to come to the hospital bed with a silver needle.
He nodded slightly to Song Wansan, then pinched the silver needle and fell down.
The silver needle flies, with accurate techniques.
Soon, a silver needle was applied to Song Wansan's ear gate, Guan Yuan, Qi Hai and other positions.
As Hua Qingfeng twisted his fingers, the needle tail vibrated, and a blush gradually appeared on the acupoints.
The red glows gradually became a clear red line.
Then, these red lines began to impact Song Wansan's meridians, making his shriveled old face more rosy.
Song Jinyu, Chen Jishi and a number of doctors all leaned over to witness this thousand-year-old acupuncture technique.
Zhu Changsheng was also curious to join in the fun.
Only Ye Fan smiled faintly, then shook his head and stepped forward.
Soon, after Hua Qingfeng applied the eighth needle, Song Wansan's eyes also had a hint of spirit, which made Song Jinyu and his nephew extremely happy.
Much attention.
Hua Qingfeng pinched the ninth needle and prepared to fall to Song Wansan Shenque acupoint.
"Stop! This set of acupuncture methods is indeed the Three Talents to the Secret."
At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly took a step forward, Shi Potian shouted: "But Mr. Hua didn't learn the complete lessons. The first eight needles were correct, but the ninth needle was wrong. It should be that one needle was missing. Mr. Hua himself figured it out.
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"If this needle falls, Song Xian will live for only half an hour."
When the words came to the ground, the audience was shocked.
The whole hall was silent, and everyone turned their heads and looked at Ye Fan in a daze.