After self-introduction, Ye Chenfeng knew their names and understood their intentions. Ye Chenfeng could do nothing about Xiao Teng's illness. If there were enough medicinal herbs, he would be willing to rescue them. It would just cost some time and money.
It's just internal strength, but now it's hard to make a meal without rice, and there's nothing you can do if you have internal strength without the assistance of medicine.
"If there was hope, I would definitely save you, but unfortunately..." Ye Chenfeng sighed: "You should go and cherish the days ahead."
"Miracle doctor, didn't you say there is still hope? If you think about it again, there must be other ways, right?" Xiao Teng and Zhang Bufan said anxiously.
"I said, there is hope, but it is very slim. It means there is no hope. Let's go. Instead of relying on the illusion of the mirror and the moon, it is better to seize the time in the future." After Ye Chenfeng finished speaking, he waved his hand as if seeing off guests.
posture.
thump!
Xiao Teng knelt on the ground and begged: "As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not give up. Even if it costs me everything, I will pursue this glimmer of opportunity. I am not afraid of death, I am unwilling to die!"
"Remembering the hatred of my parents, a trace of sadness and anger flashed in my eyes.
"Get up and talk." Ye Chenfeng frowned slightly.
"Please save me!" His eyes were firm and his tone was resolute, as if Ye Chenfeng was as stubborn as not getting up if he didn't agree.
"Xiao Teng..." Seeing Xiao Teng kneeling down, Zhang Bufan quickly supported him, fearing that something might happen to his frail body. Then he also knelt on the ground, looked up at Ye Chenfeng and said: "Miracle doctor, can you tell me what's going on?
What hope, we can find a solution together, maybe..."
"Why are you here?" Ye Chenfeng said helplessly: "I'll tell you the truth, if you can find Polygonum multiflorum that is more than 30 years old, Snow Ginseng that is more than 30 years old, and pure D.
With a Toad Su that is over 10 years old... coupled with the internal strength of an innate warrior, I think there should be no problem, you just have to figure it out."
The inner strength of an innate warrior?
what?
Xiao Teng was a little confused. There should be no problem in searching for the medicinal materials with his own financial resources, but what is the internal power of this innate warrior?
Could he be the martial arts master mentioned on TV? Oh my god, is there really such a person in the world? Such a legendary existence?
There is really little hope.
Xiao Teng's eyes suddenly dimmed, his face was ashen, and his whole body was weak.
This was the first time he heard that there were internal cultivators in this world. He didn't believe it before. Now when he heard that he needed help from such people for his terminal illness, it was like asking gods to come down to earth or Buddha to appear.
Zhang Bufan, on the other hand, was thoughtful and seemed to have thought of something. Just as he was about to speak... he saw Xiao Teng kneeling next to him, his body swaying, his face as white as a piece of paper, horribly pale!
"Xiao Teng, what's wrong with you? You fell ill again so soon." Zhang Bufan said urgently, and quickly held Xiao Teng in his arms, with a kind of eager concern in his eyes.
When a person's hope of survival is completely shattered, a kind of despair will be born in the mind, the consciousness will become dark, and the body will lose control. When the body loses the control of the brain consciousness, there will be a tendency to go on strike. Then, various
Evil spirits will also take advantage of the situation, just as consciousness disappears after death. Without conscious control of the body, the blood in the body will coagulate and the body will become stiff.
It was because of Xiao Teng's weak consciousness that the blood beads in his body rebelled, causing his illness to develop prematurely...
"Rocks, prepare for plasma transfusion quickly. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." Zhang Bufan took out his cell phone and said hastily in pure American English.
This Locks is Xiao Teng's personal doctor in the United States. He follows him wherever he goes, like a full-time nanny. He thought that the blood transfusion just yesterday would not make him sick so quickly, so he didn't follow him. I didn't expect that this time it would be earlier.
The attack happened unexpectedly.
Seeing Zhang Bufan holding Xiao Teng and preparing to go out, Ye Chenfeng smiled bitterly. It seemed that it would be impossible if he didn't take action. According to Xiao Teng's current situation, it was still unknown whether he could last for fifteen minutes.
"Put him down and let me see."
Ye Chenfeng said, grabbing Xiao Teng's wrist, feeling his pulse for a while, and then said to Zhang Bufan: "Take off all his shirt." After saying that, he walked into the room and found a box full of tiny silver coins.
A delicate little box for needles.
To be prepared, this is what Ye Chenfeng bought after logging into the Chinese medicine forum for the first time.
Zhang Bufan secretly thought that he was confused and did something stupid like looking far away. After helping Xiao Teng take off his shirt, Ye Chenfeng came out...
Hold needle
Concentrate!
Take out the needle!
Hit!
Fainting
Like flowing clouds and flowing water, slender silver needles kept flashing from Ye Chenfeng's fingers, sometimes fast and sometimes slowly, with a very rhythmic feel.
After Zhang Bufan was dazzled for a while, Xiao Teng's naked upper body was covered with tiny silver needles, like a white hedgehog, which surprised Zhang Bufan.
In the past, he had invited many masters of traditional Chinese medicine to give Xiao Teng acupuncture, but it felt very ordinary. There was even a dizzy old traditional Chinese medicine doctor who couldn't find the right place after inserting a needle several times, which made Zhang Bufan lose all confidence.
Unlike this young man, the whole process was done in one go, his moves were clean and neat, and there was no rigidity. It seemed that he had developed an instinct after tens of thousands of experiences, or it was a peak art, like a music master who has penetrated the essence of the music, and he moved freely.
Once you play it, the sound of immortality fills the heavens and the earth!
Then, an unexpected yet reasonable scene appeared in Zhang Bufan's eyes, and his previous guess was finally confirmed.
God E era itself is an internal cultivator!
Because after he saw Ye Chenfeng finishing acupuncture, he saw his hands pressing against Xiao Teng's back...
He is the inner cultivator!
Internal therapy?
Zhang Bufan was overjoyed, his excited eyes filled with tears...
The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and the willows are hidden and the flowers are clear and there is another village!
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, that person was there in the dim light——
Half an hour later, Ye Chenfeng, who looked very tired, withdrew his hands. This time, he almost exhausted all his internal strength. Fortunately, he finally pulled Xiao Teng back from the gate of hell.
From the treatment, Ye Chenfeng discovered a good phenomenon. His own internal power could actually control Xiao Teng's condition. In other words, as long as he was fed internal power from time to time, his condition would never relapse, like
Like normal people, after making such a discovery, Ye Chenfeng felt that there was hope for treating him?dd