An hour later, all fifteen doctors had completed their diagnosis, and they gathered with other doctors to discuss.
Ye Fan did not participate, but retreated to Zhu Changsheng, his eyes thoughtful.
Then, he took out his mobile phone and sent a few text messages.
Zhu Changsheng did not ask about Ye Fan's situation. He just sat in the corner with a few bodyguards, drinking tea leisurely, and told Song Jinyu not to take care of him.
Dozens of doctors unanimously concluded that Song Wansan was overly worried and under great pressure, which led to confusion and failure of the internal organs and a decline in body functions.
If the meridians are blocked and the heart meridians are blocked, life may be in danger at any time.
In other words, this is a heart disease for which there is no cure.
So after everyone discussed it, their original confidence turned into dejection, especially when they thought of Song Wansan's self-mutilated arm, they became even more depressed.
Ten billion cannot be earned.
"Everyone, my father has been under great pressure these past few months. I know that he has a heart disease, and I also know that heart disease requires heart medicine."
Seeing that the atmosphere was dull, Song Jinyu hurriedly stood in the middle and spoke:
"But we can't get the medicine for the time being, and we can't eradicate the thorn in my father's spirit."
As long as Miao Fenghuang is killed, Song Wansan will get better, but now the Song family cannot kill her, and they even face Miao Fenghuang killing her every now and then.
"So I can only rely on you to give me a helping hand and see if you can find another way to save my father."
"If everyone sitting here has any idea, please save my father. Our Song family always repays kindness."
Song Jinyu looked at the famous doctor sitting there with a sincere expression, tears flashing in his deep eyes, as if he was a loving father and a filial son.
At this moment, many nephews and nephews of the Song family ran over, looking at everyone with eager expressions, wanting to see if anyone could cure Song Wansan.
"As long as it can help my father get better, I will give you 10 billion immediately."
Song Jinyu landed with a sound, and kept throwing out heavy amounts of money:
"If I can make my father better, in addition to 10 billion, I will also be given 20% of the shares in the Song family."
He spent all his assets in the Song family.
Zhu Changsheng smiled slightly at Ye Fan and said:
"Looking at it this way, he is very filial and wants to make Song Wansan better."
Ye Fan stood behind Zhu Changsheng and said: "What's the use of promising one trillion for a disease that can't be cured?"
Zhu Changsheng asked: "Are you sure you can cure Lao Song?"
Ye Fan answered the question incorrectly: "This is a game."
Zhu Changsheng was slightly startled, but didn't say anything. He picked up the tea and took a sip.
"Twenty percent shares?"
"The Song family's net worth is nearly one trillion. If it's 20%, that's 200 billion."
"This is such a generous gesture. Young Master Song is so filial."
At this moment, Song Jinyu's words caused an uproar in the whole audience. Not only the sons and nephews of the Song family were in a trance, but even the famous doctors who had seen many lives and deaths were also surprised.
But they quickly gave a wry smile, yes, they cured Song Wansan, the club's young model, but the problem is, they don't have the ability at all.
Seeing everyone's silence, Song Jinyu bowed to everyone: "Everyone, please help me."
"Young Master Song, it's not that we won't help you, it's really that we can't do anything."
"Yeah, tens of billions of dollars in medical treatment fees, money that we can't make in a lifetime, so how can we not be tempted? It's just that it can't really be cured."
"Mr. Song's mental illness is not just a general worry, it's all his nerves."
"Mr. Song's heart is actually about to die. He mutilates himself like this just to stimulate himself with severe pain and let himself know that he is still alive."
Dozens of doctors discussed and shook their heads one after another, unable to explain Song Wansan's condition.
"Let me try."
Just when Song Jinyu and the nephew of the Song family were in despair, Hua Qingfeng, who had been silent all this time, stood up, with his hands behind his back and his eyes calmly:
"To be honest, Mr. Song's illness is really difficult to diagnose and treat."
"I, Mr. Hua, have been practicing medicine for decades and have seen countless strange diseases. But this is the first time I have seen a disease like Mr. Song's!"
"As everyone said, Mr. Song's heart is dying. Without the heart medicine, Mr. Song will die in a month at most."
"Although I'm not completely sure, I'm willing to give it a try."
"Because I got a unique medical book half a year ago, and it happened to have a set of acupuncture methods that can open up the eight extraordinary meridians."
His expression became firm: "Let me treat Mr. Song."
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar again, but this time they were so excited that they never thought that Hua Qingfeng could cure this disease.
Chen Jishi and others gathered around to show respect.
Chen Jishi also curiously asked: "Mr. Hua, what kind of acupuncture have you learned?"
"Three talents lead to the secret world!"
Hua Qingfeng looked arrogant:
"The lost acupuncture method that specializes in dredging the eight extraordinary meridians is said to have been left behind by Master Zhang. I practiced hard for a year to complete the nine acupuncture techniques."
"The technique is not perfect, but it should be able to alleviate Mr. Song's condition."
His hesitation gradually turned into confidence.
Three talents lead to seclusion?
There are many doctors here who are Chinese medicine practitioners, and they are very accomplished people. I was excited when I heard the name. This is really an acupuncture method that has been lost for many years.
"Mr. Hua is amazing. He can find all the acupuncture techniques that have been lost for so long. He is indeed a famous doctor in Longdu."
"I heard that Sancai Tongyou has practiced it to the extreme, and can open up the Rendu and Du meridian. It is very powerful, but it is also difficult to learn, otherwise it would not have been lost."
"It's just Hua Lao's talent. If it were you and me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to learn the first shot."
Everyone praised Hua Qingfeng again.
Hua Qingfeng didn't pay much attention, he was as calm and calm as ever.
"Thank you, thank you Mr. Hua!"
Song Jinyu also nodded hurriedly, with a grateful face, and then made a gesture of invitation:
"Please ask Mr. Hua to perform acupuncture."
The sons and nephews of the Song family were also very excited: "Please ask Mr. Hua to perform acupuncture."
Hua Qingfeng didn't hesitate. He made some preparations and then asked someone to come to the hospital bed with a silver needle.
He nodded slightly to Song Wansan, then picked up the silver needle and dropped it.
The silver needle flies, the technique is precise.
Soon, silver needles were inserted into Song Wansan's Ermen, Guanyuan, Qihai and other places.
As Hua Qingfeng twisted his fingers, the tail of the needle vibrated, and a blush gradually appeared on the acupuncture point.
Those blushes gradually connected into a clear red line.
Then, these red lines began to impact Song Wansan's three meridians, making his old and shriveled face look more rosy.
Song Jinyu, Chen Jishi and a group of doctors all leaned over to witness this thousand-year-old acupuncture skill.
Zhu Changsheng was also curious and joined in the fun.
Only Ye Fan smiled faintly, then shook his head and stepped forward.
Soon, Hua Qingfeng finished the eighth injection, and Song Wansan's eyes had a brighter look, which made Song Jinyu and all his nephews extremely happy.
All attention.
Hua Qingfeng picked up the ninth needle and prepared to drop it on Song Wansan's Shenque point.
"Stop! This set of acupuncture techniques is indeed "Three Talents Connecting to the Deep"."
At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly took a step forward, and Shi Potian shouted in shock:
"But Mr. Hua didn't learn it completely. The first eight stitches were all correct, but the ninth stitch was wrong. There should be a stitch missing. Mr. Hua figured it out by himself."
"If this needle falls, Mr. Song will not be able to live for more than half an hour."
As soon as the words fell to the ground, the whole audience was shocked.
The entire hall was silent, and everyone turned to look at Ye Fan blankly...
