Ye Fan originally wanted to blackmail him, but Jin Zhiyuan turned his army around, so he had to give up the idea.
Jin Zhiyuan was very anxious. After putting on her clothes, she asked Ye Fan to go with her to see the patient.
Obviously patients are very important to her.
Ye Fan didn't hesitate and followed her closely through two houses and three open spaces, and then came to a small courtyard.
Before he even got close to the yard, a big man appeared from the darkness and blocked Ye Fan's path with an indifferent expression.
He was almost two meters tall and as strong as a mountain. Standing in front of him, you couldn't help but feel suffocated.
Without saying a word, he just pushed Ye Fan.
The momentum is strong and sinking.
"Pa—" Ye Fan smiled faintly, raised his right hand, and punched the opponent's palm.
There was a crisp sound, and the big man grunted, and took three steps back.
He looked down at his red palms with a look of shock on his face, as if he didn't expect Ye Fan to fight him off with a punch.
Moreover, his entire right hand had lost its strength and was hanging down, unable to be raised again.
His eyes turned cold, and he waved his left fist, preparing to strike again.
"Axiu, step back."
Jin Zhiyuan hurriedly walked up and scolded: "This is the doctor I found to treat my grandpa."
The big man was slightly startled when he heard this, and was very unwilling to do so, but he gritted his teeth and retreated.
Jin Zhiyuan was very apologetic: "Dr. Ye, I'm sorry, this is my grandfather's guard. I'm a stickler. Please bear with me."
Ye Fan smiled lightly: "It's okay, it's just that if President Jin wants to test me again next time, he'd better pay some interest first."
"sorry."
Jin Zhiyuan's face turned red.
Ye Fan had made her very embarrassed tonight, and she was too embarrassed to do it herself to test whether Ye Fan had the strength to win her respect.
Therefore, we could only let the big man take a shot, but Ye Fan saw through it at a glance.
Ye Fan tilted his head slightly: "Let's go, finish reading early, I'll go back in a hurry."
"Doctor Ye, please come this way."
Jin Zhiyuan introduced Ye Fan: "The patient is my grandfather. He was injured in the meridians of his legs and feet many years ago and can only live in a wheelchair."
"But in the past few years, apart from being unable to move his legs, there was nothing unusual about his body mass or martial arts skills."
"But since the year before last, he has not only been completely paralyzed, but his body has also suddenly shrunk and he is extremely cold."
"I visited numerous southern doctors for him, but no one could cure him, so I brought him to Hong Kong City."
"In addition to the fact that he only has me as a relative to rely on, I also want to see if Chinese medicine can be effective."
"Of course, I also want to protect him. After all, he has offended too many people before."
"But over the past year, it has not improved. Instead, his body has become weaker and weaker."
"When I met you tonight and thought about the introduction in your profile, I felt like a dead horse."
On the way, Jin Zhiyuan briefly introduced the patient's condition to Ye Fan. Her pretty face was less charming than in the club and had a touch of unspeakable anxiety.
Be a filial girl.
Ye Fan gave her a high look when he heard this, and his hostility subsided a bit: "Don't worry, I will do my best."
While talking, Jin Zhiyuan led Ye Fan into a hall, then walked through a corridor, and finally walked into a room facing south and north.
The house was very large, more than 100 square meters, but the doors and windows were closed tightly, and there was a lot of draft.
Not only is the hot air conditioner on, the hot carpet is on, but there is also a stove burning.
There is also a pot of hot water on the stove.
Sizzling sound.
The room had the rhythm of the Flame Mountain, but Ye Fan still felt a biting coldness when he walked in.
This coldness is like substance. No matter whether it is air conditioning, carpets or stoves, it cannot be submerged or dissipated.
Ye Fan glanced at it and locked onto a stone bed.
There was also a charcoal fire burning under the stone kang, but it could not suppress the chill above.
The one who radiated the chill was a skinny old man.
"This is my grandfather, Prime Minister Quan."
Seeing the skinny old man with his eyes closed, Jin Zhiyuan's pretty face softened again: "His body is getting colder and colder. He can only hide in this room every day, so that he can barely feel warm and wake up for half a day."
"If you let him stay outside, he will fall into coma in less than two hours, and his eyes may even freeze."
Jin Zhiyuan added the situation to Ye Fan: "Dr. Ye, do you know what my grandfather's condition is?"
"This disease is a bit like ALS, but it's worse than ALS."
Ye Fan exhaled a long breath: "Let me find out more."
Jin Zhiyuan hurriedly raised her hand: "Dr. Ye, please."
Ye Fan slowly walked to the stone bed, ignoring the heat of the charcoal fire and carpet, and looked at the patient closely.
Although the old man is extremely skinny, with sagging skin and wrinkles on his face, his eyebrows are very wide and thick, showing that he was handsome when he was young.
The old man was covered with at least three layers of quilts, but the slightest chill still radiated from his body, making people shiver when he got close to him.
Described as haggard, he was obviously terminally ill.
"Whoosh -" When Ye Fan looked at the old man, the old man suddenly opened his eyes.
Ye Fan's expression suddenly changed, and he instinctively arched his body, like a sword ready to strike at any time.
Show your sharpness.
It turned out that just when Quan Xiangguo opened his eyes, Ye Fan clearly felt a strange and majestic force sucking towards him in the void.
It was as if an invisible hand stretched out and wanted to drag him into the endless abyss.
At that moment, Ye Fan, who smelled danger, instinctively reacted with resistance.
"Cough--" The old man saw Ye Fan hunched over and stabilized his body. His face was slightly surprised, and then he coughed.
As the old man coughed, Ye Fan's heart trembled suddenly, and a pale look appeared on his face.
However, Ye Fan quickly turned his eyes cold, straightened his back slightly, and stabilized his body that was leaning forward.
He withstood the old man's second wave of attacks.
Then, Ye Fan made a judgment about the old man in his heart: "A peerless master."
"Grandpa, are you awake?
This is Ye Fan, Dr. Ye."
At this time, Jin Zhiyuan came up from behind, grabbed the old man's hand and introduced: "I'm here to treat you."
"It turns out to be Dr. Ye, so rude."
Quan Xiangguo withdrew the deep look in his eyes and returned to his usual muddy smile: "Dr. Ye's cultivation is amazing. I think his medical skills are not too low."
His tone revealed his approval of Ye Fan.
Ye Fan also smiled calmly: "Mr. Quan, thank you very much. How can my little skills be of any use to you?"
This sentence is 10% modest and 90% sincere.
The old guy is sick and dying, but he is still so strong. If he is cured, he will probably beat himself up.
"I didn't win any prizes, but you are really capable."
"If it were anyone else who suffered this unexpected blow from me, even if they were not lost in consciousness, their heart would be stinging and they would lose their fighting ability, but you can handle it calmly."
Wrinkles bloomed on Prime Minister Quan's face: "The land of China is indeed rich in resources, treasures, and outstanding people."
