Chapter 1171 Killing Cheng Yaojin halfway through 6]
The door on one side was pushed open, and the doctor ran out quickly carrying a medicine box, squatted down in front of Mr. He, and took out the pills for him to take with a serious face.
But He Lao still kept coughing, his breathing gradually became rapid, and his face turned red from suppressing it. The doctor on hand patted his back but it still didn't improve. In shock, he quickly took out the respirator.
"Not good! Mr. He's illness is quite serious this time and he must be sent to the hospital."
He Zheng was shocked and quickly took out the phone.
"It's okay, let me take a look."
Feng Yi stepped forward, frowned and took off the respirator. The doctor was stunned for a moment and became very angry.
"Who are you! Don't make trouble here."
Feng Yi glanced at him and shouted: "You should stop making trouble, get out of the way! I'm here to treat He Lao's stubborn asthma disease."
"you……"
If the situation didn't allow it, this doctor would have laughed out loud. Many well-known experts at home and abroad have been invited to help Mr. He's asthma, but they can't do anything. How dare you, a kid, to say a cure? How old are you? You are really ignorant.
"Get out of the way and let him take care of it."
He Zheng looked a little ugly, and it would take the doctor 10 minutes to arrive at the fastest. Judging from He Lao's condition, he might not be able to hold on for even one minute, let alone 10 minutes. Now he can only believe in Feng Yi.
Let him treat it? No joke? The doctor was a little hesitant. If He Lao died here, his reputation would be completely ruined if word spread.
"Don't you hear me asking you to get out of the way?"
Seeing that Mr. He was about to stop breathing, Feng Yi frowned and pushed the doctor out to treat the patient and save the patient. Feng Yi may have been a little impatient, but the force was so strong that the doctor screamed, backed up repeatedly, and hit the wall hard.
superior.
"Hiss..."
Mr. He was already a little confused. He grabbed his neck and tried his best to breathe, but the air could not come out.
Feng Yi quickly turned Mr. He over and lifted up his clothes from behind.
Mr. He's body is very hard, which was gained from fighting in those years. There are several scars on his back, which record the heroic achievements of Mr. He back then.
One of the deepest scars was right between the two lungs. Feng Yi frowned, and a blood glow that was invisible to ordinary people came out from his fingertips. He connected the dots on his back. Every time his finger touched it, the skin there would be sunken. It lasted for a long time.
Then it slowly returned to normal.
This unconventional scene made the doctor, who was gritting his teeth and watching the joke, completely stare.
"Huhu...Thank you, young man...I'm much better..."
Mr. He's body arched, his breathing began to gradually become steady, and after a while his face finally returned to normal.
Governor He and Yu Changshan both breathed a sigh of relief: "Dad, are you... okay? Let's go to the hospital now."
Mr. He waved his hand: "No, I have long said that Western medicine is unreliable. Look at the doctors who invited me. I am always in a hurry when I get sick. If Feng Yi hadn't been here today, I would have had to explain my fate.
I won’t go to the hospital, so I’ll let Feng Yi treat me.”
After the incident just now, Governor He's confidence in Feng Yi was greatly increased. Since Mr. He said this, how could he disagree? He turned around and shouted coldly at the doctor with an ugly expression: "Didn't you hear that? You useless thing.
!I won’t use you in my family anymore, get out!”
The doctor opened his mouth, cast a resentful look at Feng Yi, picked up the medicine box and ran away in despair.
"Mr. He, I just temporarily stimulated the meridians in your lungs. It will lose its effect in half an hour. It's better to do it sooner rather than later. We must prepare a room for your treatment as soon as possible."
Governor He nodded, and Yu Changshan helped Mr. He into the bedroom, took off his shirt and lay down.
Feng Yi opened the needle box, took out a five-inch long needle, and said with a smile: "Mr. He, where did the wound on your back come from?"
Mr. He sighed and began to remember.
"During the Anti-Japanese War, when I was the company commander, there was a large-scale Japanese raid. In order to divert the masses, we were surrounded by several times more Japanese soldiers on the mountain. The battle was very difficult. The Japanese soldiers were well-equipped. When we came up, they were under heavy pressure.
After firing artillery shells, more than half of the soldiers were killed or wounded in one round. Unfortunately, I was also shot. A shell exploded behind me. If the orderly had not sacrificed his life to block most of the shrapnel for me, my life would have been handed over to them all.
They are all tough men..."
Mr. He fell into memories and listened to the story he told. The asthma problem must have been caused by shrapnel injuries to the lung lobes. In those difficult times, antibiotics were scarce. How could they be disinfected well? Over time, the germs would destroy the nerves in the lungs.
Total destruction.
Feng Yi secretly sighed that those who had shed blood for the people back then were worthy of respect, but when he was not paying attention, he flicked his wrist and the five-inch long needle pierced Mr. He's chest until it reached the handle.
He Lao suddenly frowned and spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
He Zheng was shocked: "What's going on! Why are you vomiting blood!"
But Mr. He waved his hand: "It's okay. I feel much lighter after spitting out this blood. Feng Yi, you can continue to treat it. I won't blame you if it doesn't work."
Feng Yi chuckled: "Don't move, Mr. He. I'm not exaggerating. This minor illness is a problem in the eyes of others, but it's nothing in my eyes."
"Okay! The young man is very capable, and we old men can't compare with him."
Feng Yi stopped talking, put his hand on He Lao's chest with a serious face, and slowly closed his eyes.
He Zheng looked confused, turned around and suddenly realized that anyone who could become a special counter-terrorism operative must be a warrior. Feng Yi was spending his inner energy to heal people.
This minor illness is indeed not a big problem in Feng Yi's eyes. Repairing nerves has always been a major medical problem, but it is a piece of cake for Feng Yi, who has the blood healing technique.
All physical diseases are the same in his eyes, and the difficulty level is divided according to the size of the wound. After all, he has the essence of flesh and blood, so he can repair whatever is broken. A small nerve is only as big as it, so repairing it is effortless.
Unfortunately, nerves are the most fragile and sensitive part of the human body after all, and they should not be forcibly repaired with thunderous means.
Feng Yi sat quietly for five minutes before stopping and pulling out the silver needle.
He Lao felt that his whole body was warm, and there was a slight tingling in his chest, which was extremely comfortable. It was not until the feeling subsided that he opened his eyes, turned up, patted his chest, tried to take a deep breath, and nodded happily.
He Zheng walked forward quickly: "Dad, how do you feel?"
"Good! I used to feel like there was a big stone pressing on my chest, and I had to exert force to breathe. But now it's much better. It feels so relaxing to be able to breathe freely. Feng Yi! He really has good medical skills and a formidable career."
Feng Yi wiped and sterilized the silver needles, put them away, turned around and said with a smile: "Mr. He, your disease needs at least three treatments to fully recover. I'm still a student and I'm afraid I don't have time during the day. If it's convenient for Mr. He, please do it at night.
Go to Villa No. 13 in Donglin Mountain, I will be there these days."
"I'm not inconvenienced. This old man is asking you for help. Don't be so polite to me. I won't accept losing three games of chess today. I will definitely play two games with you tomorrow, He Zheng! Go and get some.
Pay the consultation fee."
Feng Yi waved his hand to stop him: "Mr. He, this small favor is nothing. There is no need to discuss the consultation fee. I have some urgent matters, so I will leave now."
After declining the offer to stay, Feng Yi turned around and walked out. He still had one more important thing to do.
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