Although Ye Fan's medical skills are well-known, he still trusts the instrument data more, which is the real quantification of the condition.
But Ye Fan just stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, then told him his situation and pointed out his unknown injuries. Zheng Qiankun couldn't help but be shocked.
You must know that the stab wound in the abdominal cavity was more than ten years old. It was caused by a mercenary using a military stab, and few people knew about it.
But Ye Fan said it out loud and clearly pointed out the pain he had suffered over the years.
The wound torn by the military spurs was too large and deep. In addition, he was eager to work and perform meritorious service. The injury was not treated well and he went to the line of fire again, which resulted in the root cause of the disease.
When winter comes, the wound will sting extremely much, as if it has been torn open again.
The scar also turned red countless times, and it took Zheng Qiankun half a month to return to normal.
He also checked, but found no serious problems. Now when Ye Fan said it, he narrowed his eyes:
"Dr. Ye is indeed a miracle doctor. He can diagnose my condition just by taking my pulse."
"It's just this little bit of trauma that shouldn't be serious, right?"
He smiled but said: "Dr. Ye said that grass will grow on my grave next year. Is he trying to scare me deliberately?"
As he spoke, his eyes became extremely sharp, staring at Ye Fan's expression, trying to judge whether he was scaring him.
It’s just that there is no wave on Ye Fan’s face:
"Winter is here again. It won't take long for your wounds to expand and contract due to heat and cold. Then you will know if I am trying to scare you."
He picked up a piece of paper and tore it, then glued it together, then tore it off again, glued it back on, and tore it off again...
Repeatedly, when the paper was glued again, the white paper was already broken and soft, and could not be repaired.
Zheng Qiankun's eyelids twitched:
"You mean the muscles on both sides of my wound are as broken as this piece of white paper?"
He didn't want to believe it, but thinking that the pain from the wound lasted longer and longer, his heart became serious again.
"almost!"
Ye Fan said lightly:
"Of course, the most important thing is that as you get older, both hematopoiesis and healing speed are not as fast as before."
"If you tear this wound a few times this winter, there is a high probability that it will not heal again, and it will easily break if it is sutured artificially."
"At that time, it will be like you have been stabbed with a wound again, and it will still be the kind that cannot be healed or sutured."
"Tell me, will the grass grow on your grave?"
At this time, Ye Fan poured a cup of tea for Zheng Qiankun to show his kindness.
Zheng Qiankun held the cup with a flash of light in his eyes:
"If treatment is required, how will Dr. Ye treat it?"
When he said this, his eyes were still locked on Ye Fan, trying to see something from his face.
"It's very simple."
"While the flesh and blood still has some healing ability, take the initiative to cut open the wound, remove the rotten flesh left over the years, and then apply wound medicine."
Ye Fan met Zheng Qiankun's gaze calmly:
"The wound is then artificially sutured to allow it to heal completely inside and out. Finally, I drink Chinese medicine and slowly adjust it."
"In this way, as long as your wound is not torn apart by brute force in the future, it will no longer open from time to time, and you will not have to face life or death."
"Of course, there is a premise here, that is, the wound medicine must reach six stars, otherwise it will still be difficult to heal the wounds left by the military assassins."
After finishing speaking, Ye Fan leaned back in his seat: "Mr. Zheng, you can think about it."
"Incision, removal of flesh, application of medicine, suturing, conditioning..."
Zheng Qiankun nodded slightly, and then asked: "There are only five-star trauma medicines on the market. Doctor Ye has six-star trauma medicines?"
"Give me some time and I can prepare it."
Ye Fanfeng smiled lightly: "But I want a reward of 100 million."
"Remuneration is not an issue, but I have to go back and make arrangements to treat this injury."
Zheng Qiankun smiled and said: "You know, as the new year is approaching, there are many things, so it is not easy to spare time to heal."
Ye Fan followed with a smile and said:
"I can understand it, but Mr. Zheng had better move faster. In your case, it won't be possible to tear it apart three times."
Zheng Qiankun stood up: "Okay, I will reply to Dr. Ye as soon as possible."
Then, he shook hands with Ye Fan, chatted for a few words, then turned and left, without taking the Polygonum multiflorum with him.
"Ye Fan, do you want to treat his injury?"
After Zheng Qiankun and his group disappeared, Ye Zhendong walked out of the corridor, obviously hearing the conversation just now.
"I am a doctor and he is a patient. If he is willing to let me treat him, I will do 100 million tests to save his life."
Ye Fan hurriedly sat up and poured Ye Zhendong a cup of tea:
"However, judging from Zheng Qiankun's expression just now, he will never let me treat him."
"He is a suspicious person by nature, and he has a lot of problems with me. If I treat him with such enthusiasm, he must have some evil intentions in his heart."
"So it's enough to know my treatment methods. I will never let you touch the wound."
"He will worry that I will do something to make him die silently."
"He will use someone he trusts to treat the wound according to the method I told you."
Ye Fan obviously saw through Zheng Qiankun's thoughts: "This also shows that his request for peace is false."
"Then you're making a diagnosis in vain?"
Ye Zhendong laughed loudly:
"But I haven't received 100 million. Three Polygonum multiflorum plants are not bad."
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and could not hear anything in his mouth:
"One more person has entered the game. It seems that I want Tang Ruoxue to produce samples as soon as possible..."
In the next two days, Ye Fan did not sit in the clinic again, nor did he ask about Zheng Qiankun again. After contacting Tang Ruoxue, he set up a project team as quickly as possible.
The two recruited soldiers and horses and operated like snow and white medicine.
This project is related to Tang Group's strategy for the next three years. Tang Ruoxue personally took charge of it and took care of everything. She even visited the office building decoration 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 didn't hesitate, explained to Tang Fenghua and went to Ruoxue Pharmaceutical.
Although this office building is located in a remote area, it is only three seven-story buildings, but it is enough for R&D personnel.
"It's on fire, it's on fire, the electric car is on fire."
As soon as the car arrived at the destination, Ye Fan got out of the car and heard a bang-bang-bang explosion before he entered the door.
Then a panicked scream sounded.
When he looked up, he saw the stairs of the administrative office building ablaze with red light. First, flames shot out from the first floor, and then the second and third floors quickly siphoned off and exploded.
Soon, the entire office building was filled with black smoke and flames.
The heat wave can be felt from dozens of meters away.
The speed is so fast that there is no response at all.
The office building screamed, and then the entrance and exit on the other side was opened.
Crowds kept pouring out, including decoration workers, employees such as Gao Jing, and Lin Qiyi and others.
Everyone was panicking, their legs were shaking, and Aunt Lin Qi fell several times, obviously suffering a big impact.
"What's going on?"
Ye Fan rushed forward, grabbed Gao Jing and asked, "Why is it on fire?"
"A renovation worker's electric car battery exploded, setting a pile of renovation materials and curtains on fire."
Gao Jing said to Ye Fan with a gray face: "Fortunately, I ran fast. If I had been slower, I would have been blocked."
She had lingering fears.
Ye Fan glanced at the crowd: "Where is Mr. Tang?"
"Mr. Tang?"
Gao Jing was startled for a moment, then uttered an oops, with a pretty face full of panic:
"No, Mr. Tang went to the seventh floor to relax after having a fight with Aunt Lin and the others..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw Ye Fan rushing into the sea of fire like a whirlwind...
