"Brother Fan, you mean that he is eyeing my little jade pendant?"
Huang Qingyun noticed Zhang Fan's eyes and asked.
"I feel so."
Zhang Fan replied.
"But this little jade pendant has always been inside my inner lining and has never been seen by him."
Huang Qingyun said.
"Although you feel that he has never seen it, it does not mean that the other party does not know the existence of this small jade pendant."
Zhang Fan replied.
"If he is really after my little jade pendant, then I really have to be more careful."
Huang Qingyun glanced at the small jade pendant.
"Brother Fan, what are your plans next?"
Huang Qingyun asked.
"I want to visit the Japanese city of Rana. It is said that there are clues to the Juyuan Liquid there."
Zhang Fan said.
"Going to Japan?
When to set off?
I want to go with you."
Huang Qingyun said that he had wasted so much Yuan Juye in order to lower the shell for Naha, and he wanted to help Zhang Fan. Although he also knew that his ability was limited, he had to do his best.
The sable spirit had already set its sights on Huang Qingyun, so Zhang Fan did not refuse and said, "We will set off tomorrow morning."
…
Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun finished their meal at the hot pot restaurant. Zhang Fan was afraid that something might happen to Huang Qingyun, so he asked Huang Qingyun to go home with him. After two days of traveling and traveling, the two of them were so tired that they lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
At six o'clock the next morning, the two got up to eat and quickly went to the airport.
"Last night, the sable guy called me three times, but I didn't answer and blocked him directly."
Huang Qingyun said, "It seems that this guy is anxious."
"Does he know the exact location of your home?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"I don't know. He only knows that I live in Pingshan City."
Huang Qingyun replied.
Zhang Fan nodded thoughtfully.
"Brother Fan, although Nara City is not as big as our domestic cities, it is not small. It is equivalent to the area of a county. At the moment, we only know that there is Juyuan Ye in Nara City, and we don't have any more clues.
Once you get there, where do you start?”
Huang Qingyun asked.
"I have a friend who often goes out to communicate. He has been to Rana City several times. We had a chat last night.
Japanese style.
The customary industry has always been very developed, and Liangna, as one of the cities, is no exception. He told me that in this kind of place, news comes from all directions, ranging from major events related to the fate of the country to trivial matters between neighbors."
Zhang Fan said, "So, I plan to start from a place like this."
The friend Zhang Fan mentioned was none other than Tan Guangming, a professor of literature and language.
"well!"
Huang Qingyun said two good words with a smile on his face, and even rubbed his hands.
Zhang Fan glanced at Huang Qingyun helplessly, "You're in a foreign country and are not familiar with the surrounding environment. Don't mess around. Besides, it will be troublesome if you get sick."
"Dear passengers, please pay attention. Dear passengers, please pay attention. A passenger fainted in waiting room 5 and is now having difficulty breathing. Please ask your doctor friends to lend a helping hand. Thank you very much!"
Hearing the sound of the broadcast, Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun's pupils shrank.
"Let's go..." Zhang Fan stood up immediately. The two of them were in waiting room No. 4, and No. 5 was next door.
Soon, the two of them arrived at Terminal 5. A large group of people gathered in the center of Terminal 5, and Zhang Fan walked over quickly.
"I am a doctor from Pingshan No. 1 Hospital..." Zhang Fan shouted when he walked to the outside of the crowd.
The crowd immediately dispersed to both sides, making way for Zhang Fan. A woman in a white coat was pressing the girl lying on the ground under her ribs. However, the girl's breathing difficulty continued. Moreover, Zhang Fan saw that the girl
The black air in Yintang is getting thicker and thicker, and the flow speed is getting slower and slower. If this situation continues, the girl will not survive for half an hour.
Zhang Fan stepped forward and pressed on the girl's pulse. After about half a minute, Zhang Fan said to the woman in the white coat, "I'll do it."
The woman in the white coat glanced at Zhang Fan, with a flash of doubt in her eyes. After all, Zhang Fan was too young.
However, the woman in the white coat still got out of the way. The compression she had just done didn't have much effect. She couldn't diagnose the girl's illness, so why not let the young man in front of her try it? What if it worked?
The woman in the white coat immediately stood up. As she stood up, Zhang Fan took out a silver needle from his bag and began to perform acupuncture on the girl.
"Traditional Chinese medicine?
Acupuncture?”
"Acupuncture?"
"..."
"I don't know if it will have any effect..."
"I feel like it doesn't work..."
"I feel the same..."
In today's society, neither traditional Chinese medicine nor acupuncture is the mainstream of medicine. Moreover, some people with evil intentions and no real ability use this method to deceive people, which tarnishes our profound theory of traditional Chinese medicine. So
, leading to a significant reduction in public trust in traditional Chinese medicine.
The people watching said something to each other, waiting for the final result.
After about two or three minutes, the girl's heavy breathing began to become lighter, and her face gradually returned to normal from the previous redness. After another two minutes, the girl's breathing returned to a stable state.
, and then he opened his eyes again, his eyes full of confusion.
"Wake up, really wake up..."
"This young man has good medical skills..."
"awesome……"
"good……"
"It seems that he is also a man of real ability..."
Everyone onlookers praised him.
When Zhang Fan was treating the girl, the woman in the white coat kept staring at Zhang Fan. She felt that Zhang Fan was a little familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere. At this moment, she suddenly remembered.
"Are you Zhang Fanzhang, the director of the First Hospital?"
The woman in the white coat asked tentatively.
"Yes..." Zhang Fan nodded in response.
"Let me tell you! Hello, Dean Zhang. When I saw you today, you certainly deserved your reputation..." The woman in the white coat shook hands with Zhang Fan warmly.
The woman in the white coat is a doctor at the Second Hospital. A month ago, she went to the First Hospital for an exchange and saw Zhang Fan's photo on the hospital leadership official board.
The photo published by the First Hospital had been retouched, and Zhang Fan was wearing a suit. Today, Zhang Fan was wearing casual clothes, and his hair was longer, so the woman in the white coat didn't notice it at once.
"Please don't deny our traditional culture because of a few mouse droppings."
Zhang Fan glanced at everyone and smiled.
"Crash..."
Everyone applauded one after another. This applause was not only for Zhang Fan's action of curing a disease and saving lives, but also for Zhang Fan's few words to bring order to the chaos.
The girl calmed down, struggled to get up, and said with a grateful face: "Little doctor, thank you for saving me."