Chapter 817
If Doctor Zhang is also helpless, then she really doesn't know what to do.
As for Ling Tian?
That's just because she didn't want to give up her last hope.
In fact, Liu Yurong was already in despair the moment she saw Ling Tian.
Even if Ling Tian learned medicine from his mother's womb, it would only last more than twenty years.
Medical skills, on the other hand, emphasize accumulation, clinical practice, and experience.
Ling Tian probably doesn't have any of them.
How is it possible to compare with famous doctors across the country?
"strangeness!"
Suddenly, Doctor Zhang opened his eyes and spoke in surprise.
"Doctor Zhang, what's going on?"
"My son, can he be saved?"
Liu Yurong looked nervous and asked quickly.
Doctor Zhang didn't seem to hear Liu Yurong's question, he frowned and took his pulse again.
Liu Yurong's heart was in her throat, but she didn't dare to urge her.
I can only watch helplessly, nervously waiting for the results.
After another three or four minutes, Doctor Zhang took his hand back.
Looking at Liu Yurong, she said with some doubts.
"Mr. Liu, does the patient have a poor appetite?"
"And once you eat, you will vomit and have a burning stomach?"
When Liu Yurong heard this, she was overjoyed and said hurriedly.
"Doctor Zhang, you are truly a miracle doctor!"
"My son has these symptoms!"
Doctor Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up, and the confusion on his face turned into surprise and surprise.
"Mr. Liu, does the patient sit up with fright at night?"
"And, will there be symptoms of sleepwalking?"
Liu Yurong was so excited that she almost shed tears, and her voice was choked with sobs.
"Yes, yes!"
"Doctor Zhang, you are truly a miracle doctor."
"Since you can see the symptoms, there must be a way to treat it, right?"
"Alas!" Doctor Zhang couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.
There was deep surprise in his eyes and his tone was unbelievable.
"Unexpectedly, what is recorded in ancient books is true."
"There really is such a strange disease in the world."
"In all my years of practicing medicine, this is the first time I've met him."
"Even in the whole world, this is probably the first of its kind!"
When Liu Yurong heard this, she suddenly became nervous again.
Is this the only case in the world?
Doesn’t that mean there is no specific medicine?
"Doctor Zhang, what kind of disease does my son have?"
"Is there any way you can cure it?"
"As long as my son's disease can be cured, I am willing to do it no matter how much it costs."
Doctor Zhang frowned and sighed.
"Mr. Liu, I also read about your son's illness in an ancient book."
"This disease is called night cold syndrome."
"The patient is born with a cold body, which exceeds the limit of human body tolerance, which causes this symptom."
"It's a miracle that I can survive until now!"
When Liu Yurong heard this, she couldn't help but become even more nervous.
"Can that miracle doctor cure me?"
Doctor Zhang nodded and Chengzhu said in his chest.
"Don't worry, the treatment methods are recorded in that ancient book."
"I'll treat him right now!"
Liu Yurong couldn't help but be overjoyed when she heard this.
"Thank you so much, Doctor Zhang!"
Doctor Zhang waved his hand and stopped talking. Instead, he opened the medicine box he brought with him and took out the silver needle.
"His disease requires a dozen times of acupuncture, and that's pretty much it."
After saying that, Doctor Zhang looked attentively and stabbed towards the patient's body.
After a few injections, the patient's face became obviously rosy.
Liu Yurong was beside her, tears of excitement fell down.
Great, great!
Doctor Zhang's face became more serious and he said in a low voice.
"One last shot!"
As he spoke, he held the silver needle in his hand and was about to prick it.
At this time, a cold voice suddenly sounded from behind.
"stop!"
"You're killing him!"
This chapter has been completed!