How can a person who is so good still lose his waist?
Park Yi-yun was the most frightened, and she was also the most concerned about Kim Jong-ki: he was her rich man.
She hurriedly bent down and asked: "Mr. Jin, isn't your waist in good shape?"
"No, I, I mean..."
Kim Jong-ki's panicked hometown dialect came out: "I can't feel my waist, nor my legs, nor my feet!"
His voice was extremely shrill, as if half of his life had been cut off, and those who listened felt chilled in their hearts.
What does it mean to not be able to feel your waist, legs and feet?
Doesn’t that mean——
Paralyzed?
Everyone looked at Kim Jong-ki's expression and felt something was wrong.
The security guard also forgot about the dispute between Yang Bei and Shen Hongyan, and quickly shouted: "Quickly, send them to the hospital!"
"Yes, call 120!"
The scene immediately became chaotic.
"How is this going?"
"Something happened. Our foreign friend is paralyzed in our Baihua Building! Go and call the doctor!"
There was no rest on the red carpet. Shen Hongyan was a little dumbfounded, but Lu Xiaoqian muttered from behind: "You deserve it, you must be punished by God!"
Cui Yuen was also frightened. He shrank back and muttered something while covering his earphones.
At this moment, no one paid attention to him, everyone just gathered around to watch the fun.
"Stop looking now, come and help!"
Park Yiyun's pretty face turned pale with anxiety. When she was trying to help Kim Jung-ki, she heard Yang Bei say calmly: "If you don't want him to be really paralyzed, it's best not to touch him."
This sentence was made in a calm voice, but Park Yiyun was instantly afraid to take action.
yes.
Yang Bei is the doctor. Although he is a country doctor, there should be no other doctors except him, right?
Anyway, after Yang Bei finished speaking, she really didn't dare to move.
When Jiang Daochuan saw this, he quickly said: "Yang Bei is a very good doctor. A month ago, Quan Zi had been suffering from a stubborn disease for many years, and he was the one who cured him."
No wonder he spoke to Yang Bei like this - everyone looked at Jiang Daochuan thoughtfully.
Shen Hongyan was stunned by these words and was stunned.
She knew about Jiang Daochuan's child's illness.
But she didn't know about this matter that Yang Bei was optimistic about.
And the time when the disease was cured was a month ago... Even with a pig's brain, Shen Hongyan could still think of Yang Bei's descent from the mountain a month ago and the problem she encountered with her herbal medicine.
Instantly, Shen Hongyan also remembered some things that happened when she went to Longhui Group.
This includes the departure and return of that batch of herbs.
A line gradually became clear in her mind: Is it because of Yang Bei that I couldn't get the Jiang family's medicinal materials and then suddenly got them?
Just when her brain was feeling incredible about this matter, Park Yiyun looked at Yang Bei anxiously: "Are you a doctor? Then quickly treat Mr. Jin!"
The security guard who looked at Yang Bei also urged: "Boy, your chance to get rich has come. Why don't you hurry over and show Mr. Jin a look?"
"Okay, okay."
Yang Bei had been waiting for this moment, slowly stretched his body, walked to Kim Jong-ki, and then smiled: "This disease is actually not difficult to treat."
When Kim Jung-ki saw his smile, he instantly remembered that before he had back pain, Yang Bei also smiled at him when he was being held down.
I felt frightened in my heart and yelled: "It was him, he did it! He must have used some witchcraft to make me paralyzed!"
"You piece of shit, I can't do anything to you--"
Before Jin Zhengji finished speaking, Yang Bei raised a finger and made a silent gesture: "Mr. Jin, you have to speak with evidence. Although I slapped you, it was because you were full of spit. Shit curse."
"I'm just a doctor, not a wizard. How can I know witchcraft?"
"Also, if you continue to slander me, this sick man will stop watching."
Yang Bei always smiled: "When the time comes, you will be paralyzed for life, don't blame me."
They were all doctors and angels, but when Kim Jung-ki looked at Yang Bei's bright smile, he felt like he was seeing a devil, and he shuddered.
How dare he believe a devil's words?
She shook her head hurriedly: "Yiyun, hurry up, call the doctor for me!"
Although Baihua Building is relatively far from the hospital, there is an infirmary inside, which is prepared in case guests are injured.
When Kim Jong-ki was "paralyzed", someone went to call him. At this moment, a doctor also ran over from Baihua Tower, shouting anxiously all the way.
This doctor is quite young, wearing a white coat and having a white beard.
He came over and gave Kim Jong-ki a look, a pulse test, and a stethoscope.
Finally, he said with a pale face: "Nervous paralysis, and it's acute. God, did you do something immoral and you were struck by lightning?!"
There are cases of neurological paralysis.
But usually the lesions have been there for a long time, and there are not many cases of acute and sudden onset like Kim Jong-ki's.
There is a case in China where a young man riding a motorcycle suffered neurological paralysis after being struck by lightning while talking on the phone during a thunderstorm.
He is still lying in a wheelchair and has become incontinent.
Of course Kim Jong-ki is not suffering from neurological paralysis, but Yang Bei used silver needles to create this illusion.
If he doesn't help with treatment, Kim Jong-ki won't be able to get out of bed for at least three days.
As for paralysis…
Yang Bei is not so vicious yet, because Kim Jong-ki can ruin his life with just a few words, and giving him a small lesson is enough.
Park Yiyun was frightened and asked the doctor if there was anything he could do.
The doctor also smiled bitterly: "Which hospital you go to in this case can only tell you to try treatment, because it is difficult to detect which neuron is damaged."
"Moreover, we can't delay such an acute situation. Maybe it's just minor damage now, but if it's delayed for a long time..."
As soon as the doctor said this, Yang Bei took over the second half of the sentence: "If you delay treatment for an hour without treatment, you may have to lie down for the rest of your life."
"Yep!"
The doctor nodded and looked at Yang Bei: "Huh? Are you also traveling with me?"
"That's right."
Yang Bei continued to smile with squinted eyes, squatting next to Kim Jong-ki, and patted his face: "Did you hear that? You don't want to be paralyzed for the rest of your life, right? It's very painful. You can't control your bowels and bowels, and that thing is useless.
Well, as a man, if that thing is useless, what’s the point of living?”
After Yang Bei finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows.
To be honest, his current behavior is as bad as any.
But at this time, no one accused him of wrongdoing.
Because he just said that this disease is not difficult to treat.
Kim Jong-ki swallowed his saliva: "You, can you really cure me?"
"Do you have any other choice?"
Yang Bei shrugged: "How about trying paralysis?"
"Don't!"
Kim Jong-ki was frightened and shook his head repeatedly, then Yang Beichong tapped Park Yi-yun's chin and asked her to take off Kim Jong-ki's shirt.
Then take out the silver needle, disinfect it and apply it gently.
Soon, the nearby Kim Jong-ki shouted excitedly: "I, I can feel it in my waist. I seem to be able to feel it again. Hurry, continue the treatment. My legs and feet have not regained consciousness yet!!"
He asked this, finally playing into Yang Bei's hands.
Yang Bei narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Mr. Jin, I'm sorry, the free treatment has ended. If you continue to receive treatment, you will have to pay."