Although Ye Fan has a good reputation in medical skills, he still trusts instrument data more, which is a real quantification of the disease.
But Ye Fan just reached out to take his pulse and told him about his situation, and pointed out the unknown injuries. Zheng Qiankun couldn't help but be shocked.
You should know that the abdominal cavity has been in more than ten years, and it was left by a mercenary with a military spear, and few people knew about it.
But Ye Fan said it out in one word, clearly pointing out his pain over the years.
The wound torn by the military sect was too big and deep, and the rush to work and make meritorious service back then, so the injury was not well treated, and the result was that the disease was rooted.
When winter comes, the wound will hurt extremely, as if it is torn apart again.
The scar has also turned red countless times, making it take Zheng Qiankun half a month to return to normal.
He also checked, but no one found any serious problems. Now that Ye Fanyi said, he narrowed his eyes:
"Doctor Ye is indeed a miracle doctor. You can diagnose my condition by taking your pulse."
"It's just that this trauma should be fine, right?"
He smiled slightly and said, "Doctor Ye said that I would grow grass on the grave next year, because I wanted to deliberately intimidate me?"
As he spoke, his eyes became extremely sharp, staring at Ye Fan's expression, trying to determine whether he was scaring him.
But there was no turbulence on Ye Fan's face:
"Winter is here again, and it won't take long to go, your wound will expand and contract again. Then you will know if I'm scaring you."
He picked up a piece of paper and teared it apart, then glued it with glue, then teared it again, glued it again, teared it again...
After repeated repetition, when the white paper is bonded again, it is already broken and soft, and it cannot be glued and repaired any better.
Zheng Qiankun's eyelids twitched:
"You mean the muscles on both sides of my wound are as broken as this white piece of paper?"
He didn't want to believe it, but thinking that the pain in the wound continued longer and longer, he felt solemn again.
"almost!"
Ye Fan spoke lightly:
"Of course, the most important thing is that when you are old, you are not as fast as you did in both hematopoiesis and healing."
"This winter, your wound will tear a few more times, and it is very likely that it will not heal again. Forced artificial suture will easily crack."
"That's when you're stabbed again, or you're still the kind that can't heal and stitch it."
"You said, do you want the grass on your grave to grow?"
At this time, Ye Fan poured a cup of tea for Zheng Qiankun and expressed his kindness.
Zheng Qiankun held the cup, and a light flashed in his eyes:
"If treatment is needed, how will Dr. Ye treat it?"
When he said this, his eyes were still locked in Ye Fan, wanting to see something from his face.
“It’s very simple.”
"With the flesh and blood still have a little healing ability, take the initiative to cut the wound open, remove the rotten meat left over the years, and then apply trauma medicine."
Ye Fan welcomed Zheng Qiankun's gaze calmly:
"Add artificial sutures to completely heal the wound inside and outside, and finally take Chinese medicine to treat it slowly."
"In this way, as long as your wound is not torn apart by brute force, it will no longer crack from time to time, and you will not have to face life and death."
"Of course, there is a prerequisite here, that is, the trauma medicine must reach six stars, otherwise it will be difficult to heal the wounds left by the military spear."
After saying that, Ye Fan leaned back to the seat: "Mr. Zheng, please consider it."
Zheng Qiankun nodded slightly, then asked: "There are only five stars for trauma medicines on the market, and Dr. Ye has six stars for trauma medicines?"
"Give me some time, I can make it."
Ye Fanfeng smiled faintly: "But I want a reward of 100 million."
"The remuneration is not a problem, but I will go back and arrange it for treatment."
Zheng Qiankun smiled and said, "You know, as the end of the year approaches, there are many things to do, and it is not easy to have time to heal the wound."
Ye Fan followed and said with a smile:
"I can understand, but Mr. Zheng should be faster. In your case, it is estimated that it will not work if you tear it three times."
Zheng Qiankun stood up and said, "Okay, I will reply to Dr. Ye as soon as possible."
Then, he shook hands with Ye Fan, chatted for a few seconds before turning around and leaving, but He Shoushou did not take him away.
"Ye Fan, do you want to heal his injuries?"
After Zheng Qiankun and his gang disappeared, Ye Zhendong walked out of the corridor and obviously heard the conversation just now.
"I am a doctor, he is a patient. If he is willing to let me treat it, I will save his life by 100 million."
Ye Fan hurriedly sat up and poured Ye Zhendong a cup of tea:
"However, judging from Zheng Qiankun's expression just now, he would never let me treat him."
"He is a suspicious person and has had a long holiday with me. If I treat him with such enthusiasm, he must have made a bad intention in his heart."
"So it's enough to know my treatment method, and I will never touch the wound."
"He would worry that I would tamper with it and let him die silently."
"He will treat the wounds with trustworthy people as I said."
Ye Fan obviously saw through Zheng Qiankun's thoughts: "This also shows that his request for peace is false."
"Then wouldn't you have a diagnosis in vain?"
Ye Zhendong laughed:
"But 100 million has not been received, and the three Polygonum multiflorum is also good."
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mouth was indifferent:
"One more person is joining the game. It seems that I want Tang Ruoxue to produce the sample as soon as possible..."
In the next two days, Ye Fan did not attend the consultation or ask about Zheng Qiankun anymore. After contacting Tang Ruoxue, he set up a project team as quickly as possible.
The two recruited soldiers and horses to operate like snow-white medicine.
This project is related to the strategy of the Tang Group in the next three years. Tang Ruoxue took charge of everything and asked about it. Even the office building decoration has been visited several times.
On the afternoon of the third day, Tang Ruoxue called Ye Fan and asked him to go to Ruoxue Pharmaceutical R&D Center to see what else needed to be purchased.
Ye Fan was not embarrassed, and told Tang Fenghua to go to Ruoxue Pharmaceutical.
Although this office building is located in a remote place and is only three seven-story buildings, it is sufficient for R&D personnel to use.
"It's on fire, it's on fire, the electric car is on fire."
As soon as the car reached its target, Ye Fan came out of the car and before he could enter the gate, he heard a bang bang explosion.
Then a panic scream rang out.
As soon as he looked up, he saw a red light in the stairs of the administrative office building. First, a layer of flames burst into flames, and then the second and third floors quickly exploded.
Soon, the entire office building was filled with black smoke and flames soared into the sky.
The heat wave can be felt even dozens of meters away.
It's so fast that it doesn't respond at all.
The office building was screaming, and then the entrance and exit on the other side were opened.
The crowd continued to flow out, including decoration workers, Gao Jing and other employees, and Aunt Lin Qi and others.
They were panicked, their legs trembled, and Aunt Lin fell several times, obviously receiving a significant impact.
"What's going on?"
Ye Fan rushed forward with a quick step, grabbed Gao Jing and asked, "Why are you on fire?"
"A decorator's electric vehicle battery exploded, lit a bunch of decoration materials and curtains."
Gao Jing said to Ye Fan with gray face: "Fortunately, he ran fast, and if he was slower, he would be blocked."
She was still scared.
Ye Fan glanced at the crowd: "Where is Mr. Tang?"
"Mr. Tang?"
Gao Jing was stunned at first, then she yelled and her pretty face was panicked:
"No, after a quarrel with Aunt Lin and the others, Mr. Tang ran to the seventh floor to relax..."
Before she could finish her words, she saw Ye Fan rushing into the sea of fire like a whirlwind...