Deng Tong said angrily: "Then why did he disappear!?"
Chen Qingyu smiled bitterly: "Master, I don't know, maybe there is something temporarily delayed."
"Oh shit"
Deng Tong was very upset and was about to curse.
A taxi stopped in front of the hospital.
Then, a white-haired old man wearing cloth clothes and carrying a cloth bag came down.
Zhang Tuo was shaken all over and stepped forward with tears in his eyes: "Master!!"
Deng Tong and others were shocked when they realized that this ordinary white-haired old man was actually Jiao Linghe, a world-famous medical expert!
"Lao Jiao!"
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Jiao!"
"Mr. Jiao traveled thousands of miles to come to save my son. The entire Deng Tong family is deeply grateful!"
Everyone greeted him with great respect.
Deng Tong even made a long bow.
Obviously, Jiao Linghe's reputation has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.
After all, this was a figure who became famous in Chang'an City in his middle age decades ago and was regarded as a holy hand by many dignitaries.
The difficult and complicated diseases, terminal illnesses, and even the dead that he has saved are all well-documented.
There is no false person under the great reputation!
"Don't say this."
Jiao Linghe waved his hands hurriedly, pulling Zhang Tuo's clothes and his eyes turned red: "You said there is a young man who also used the Five Dragon Acupuncture Technique? Where is he!?"
Seeing Jiao Linghe's red eyes, everyone thought he was angry.
"It's normal." Deng Tong thought to himself: "After all, his unique acupuncture technique has been secretly learned by outsiders. Even the humble Mr. Jiao is not willing to accept it."
"Master, I don't know where he is." Zhang Tuo said hurriedly: "Let's get down to business. Let's treat Mr. Deng's son first, right?"
"What's the business, what's the business!"
Jiao Linghe spat out gracelessly: "The young man who performed the Five Dragon Acupuncture Technique is on business. I want to see him, see him!"
Deng Tong and others were immediately speechless.
Isn’t it just a set of stitches?
Although it is very unpleasant to be stolen, but it won't make you lose your dignity, right?
You are too stingy!
Where is the Immortal Wind Dao Bone?
Of course, everyone only thinks about these words in their hearts and dare not say them out loud.
Deng Tong had no choice but to say: "Mr. Jiao, let's show Dong'er a look first. After that, I will find you the boy who secretly learned the Five Dragon Acupuncture Technique."
"Really?" Jiao Linghe looked at him suspiciously.
"Of course, although I, Deng Tong, am not well-known outside, everyone in Jincheng knows that I never make jokes." Deng Tong said with a confident smile.
"Okay, then I believe you."
Jiao Linghe nodded quickly: "Where is your son? Let's start quickly."
Deng Tong breathed a long sigh of relief: "Mr. Jiao, please come with me."
We arrived at the intensive care unit where Deng Xiangdong was in the VIP Building.
"Master, Mr. Deng's living-death disease is very strange." Zhang Tuo frowned deeply and said, "He seems to have a very clear perception of the surrounding environment, but...but..."
"do not speak."
Staring at Deng Xiangdong on the hospital bed, Jiao Linghe waved his hand to signal everyone to shut up.
Everyone quickly closed their mouths.
Jiao Linghe's old face was extremely solemn. He stepped forward and raised Deng Xiangdong's eyes to look at him, then stretched out two fingers and pressed them three inches below his Adam's apple.
Half a minute later, he felt Deng Xiangdong's pulse again.
Finally, Jiao Linghe turned Deng Xiangdong over and hit his back five times with his palm.
Deng Xiangdong was still lying limp and motionless, only breathing long and hard.
Jiao Linghe stopped and stood by the bed for ten minutes, then turned back to face everyone and said: