Chapter five hundred and eighty third interactive therapy
Chapter 583 Interactive Therapy
"Haha, it seems that my old man has to hurry up and prepare for his funeral."
After hearing this, the old man laughed very sadly and helplessly, although he was laughing loudly.
Of course, it can be heard from his words that Zhang Yang's analysis is absolutely correct. Otherwise, he would have retorted and said what was wrong. With his cheerful personality, he would not accept his fate just because of these few words.
"Oh! Lao Luo, don't be too sad."
"Yes! He is just a young man, and maybe his judgment is wrong."
"Nowadays, medical science is so advanced that tomorrow we might find a way to treat your cold, so the most important thing is to be happy."
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The surrounding audience began to comfort Lao Luo, but although Zhang Yang may have made a wrong judgment, his low words already showed that they all acquiesced to this reality.
As for saying that a treatment method can be developed tomorrow, that is even more nonsense.
"MD, aren't you a miracle doctor? Don't you say you can cure diseases that hospitals have sentenced to death? Do you have the ability to cure him?" The orange-haired gangster shouted with gloating.
Everyone's attention was focused on Lao Luo. When they felt sorry for him, they forgot that they were recording a program at this time. They also forgot that they were involved in the scene just because they questioned Zhang Yang.
Of course, the orange-haired gangster would not forget that he was waiting to slap Zhang Yang hard, so he undoubtedly seized the opportunity.
"That's right! I was bragging just now, now I'm going to treat him!"
"You talk about a miracle doctor, I don't think it's bullshit!"
"Boss, deal with him severely, so that he dared to scold you just now."
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Of course, the gangsters also understood what the boss meant and would not let Zhang Yang go easily, so they cursed one after another.
Their words also reminded the surrounding audience, but they did not criticize Zhang Yang. After all, his ability to analyze so thoroughly showed that his medical skills were extraordinary.
Of course, the more important thing is that questioning and arguing against him at this time will undoubtedly add salt to Lao Luo's wounds and disrespect him.
"I never said that I was a miracle doctor. It was the beautiful host who called me that." Zhang Yang shrugged, pretending to be helpless.
"you……"
Shuya was stunned after hearing this, thinking that this was too damn unkind. Is it still a man to betray others at a critical moment?
For a beauty like her to curse in her heart, it can be seen that the grievance and anger in her heart at this time is also the contempt for people like Zhang Yang. She paused and continued: "I just yelled casually for the needs of the show. I didn't expect that everyone would
So serious."
"Forget it! He analyzed my condition so correctly, which shows that his medical skills are very high, but his personality is a little arrogant. Don't make things difficult for him." Lao Luo smiled bitterly and shook his head.
What Lao Luo said about his arrogant character is just a flattering word. In other words, he is arrogant, arrogant and arrogant...
"TMD, since it can't be cured, you shouldn't participate in an interview program like this. Who can't brag? I can do it too." The orange-haired gangster shouted loudly.
Being scolded by Zhang Yang in front of his brothers made him feel very humiliated. He would definitely take revenge before he could get back the chance.
"For a scumbag like you, I think the only thing left is bragging."
Zhang Yang counterattacked with a wicked smile, and continued without waiting for the other party's answer: "Did I say that he can't be cured? I only said that no matter whether the leg is amputated or not, he will not survive the Spring Festival, but did I say that I can't cure him? Which one of you?
Did your ears hear it?”
After hearing what he said before, I had the urge to laugh, but when I heard what he said after, I could almost describe it as contempt.
She thought to herself, the facts are here, you might as well just say it can't be cured. Is there any point in arguing like this?
You just started to put the blame on me. You, a man, don't even blush when you do such a thing?
As a chairman, Feng Yanran is also a beautiful woman. How could she like such a shameless man?
Of course, this thought was due to dissatisfaction with Zhang Yang, so he asked a series of questions, completely ignoring the other meaning in his words.
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"Young man, you mean my disease, can you cure it for me?" The desire to survive made Lao Luo not let go of the opportunity in his words, and asked with a trembling voice.
"Yes! Although Western medicine can't cure it, using Chinese medicine's acupuncture and massage can completely make you recover, and you will even be able to walk like a normal person soon." Zhang Yang answered.
"Really? Did I hear wrongly?"
"Is this just bragging again?"
"Why didn't you say it just now? Are you saying it now?"
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After listening to his words, the audience below became noisy and lively again. They were surprised and more questioning.
"As a doctor, I just analyzed Uncle Luo's condition, but I didn't say it couldn't be cured."
After saying this, Zhang Yang raised his arm, and with two more silver needles in his hand, he continued: "Diseases that can't be treated by Western medicine don't mean that they can't be treated by Chinese medicine. The cold air squeezed into the body only needs to be removed.
However, it is impossible to rely on the advanced medical equipment of Western medicine. We can only use acupuncture and massage of traditional Chinese medicine."
His movements are a bit exaggerated, of course the purpose is to attract everyone's attention...
"Look, he has two more silver needles in his hand."
"Where did you get it from?"
"Yeah! I didn't see him going to get it! Where did he put it on his body? Aren't you afraid of being stabbed?"
"It seems that this young man has a problem..."
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Sure enough, his move attracted everyone's attention. They were surprised and asked curiously.
Zhang Yang naturally heard it, but did not answer. Instead, he walked up to the dazed Lao Luo with a smile, squatted down and gently inserted the silver needle in his hand into the Quanyi point on his knees and the Zuyong point on his feet.
Gently turn the silver needle, and the Nine Yang True Fire continuously enters Lao Luo's body through the tiny silver needle.
From despair to rekindling the hope of survival, Lao Luo was very excited. After feeling the silver needle enter his body, his whole leg began to swell, getting more and more powerful, as if it would burst at any time.
Then a warm current entered the body, and the whole body felt extremely comfortable...
"Host, can you help me find a pencil sharpener?"
A few minutes later, Zhang Yang had a lot of sweat on his forehead, he raised his head and said to Shuya.
"Why do you need a pencil sharpener?" Shuya asked casually.
"Don't worry about it, hurry up and get it for me!" Zhang Yang's breathing began to quicken, and he urged with steaming heat emanating from his forehead.
Seeing the appearance in front of her, Shuya didn't dare to ask any more questions. She turned around and walked to the backstage regardless of her identity.
As long as there is an office, there will almost always be a pencil sharpener, so she soon came back with a new one.
"Here you go!" Shuya handed it to him.
"Thanks."
After Zhang Yang reached out to take it, he lifted Lao Luo's blackened leg with one hand and made a hard stroke on the inner bend of his knee. A five to six centimeter hole came out, and thick black blood with a fishy smell came out.
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Then another cut was made on the sole of his foot, and this time because there were no black spots below the calf, bright red blood flowed out.
Everyone's eyes were focused on him. Although their hearts were full of doubts, they held their breath and did not dare to make any sound for fear of disturbing his treatment.
Lao Luo didn't feel anything about the wound on the side of his knee, but the wound on the sole of his foot was causing excruciating pain. He grasped the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands, frowned tightly, and his facial features were tangled together due to the pain.
However, he knew in his heart that Zhang Yang had his own reasons for doing this, and he could only hold it back forcibly in order to cure his illness...
"Does it need to be disinfected?"
Shuya came over and gently reminded her and continued: "Don't forget that you are recording a program now. You must follow standard treatment methods, otherwise it will easily cause criticism from the audience. Isn't this too bloody?"
The pencil sharpener is not a scalpel, and naturally it has not been sterilized. It is full of bacteria. It is obviously not in line with the treatment procedures to treat the patient like this.
There were also bloody wounds with flesh and skin turned outward, and fresh and black blood dripped on the table, which was particularly dazzling under the light.
"It's okay. The cold poison in his legs is many times more terrifying than bacteria and viruses."
Zhang Yang is not an alarmist. The cold air has been accumulated in the legs for a long time, and the muscle and blood cells have died.
Even the bacteria that started to rot inside mixed with the cold air to form overbearing cold poison, which is the black spots seen on the surface.
After saying that, his hands began to massage and knead Lao Luo's legs.
It looks no different from an ordinary massage. In fact, the Nine Yang True Fire enters his various acupuncture points through the fingers, eliminating the cold toxins in his body.
"Director Li, this..." Shuya was not at ease and turned around to ask director Li Peijun.
Li Peijun did not answer, but made an OK gesture to indicate that the recording program should continue.
Interactive scenes like this are rare. Usually they are exclusive interviews with focus figures such as movie stars and corporate CEOs. Even if you interact with the audience, it is just designed to flatter you.
Today's interaction without any design will undoubtedly add more authenticity to the program. Once Zhang Yang can be cured, it will definitely cause a sensation and the program's ratings will be more guaranteed in the future.
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The thick black blood flowed less and less, and the color gradually became lighter, and soon bright red blood flowed out.
As for the wound on the sole of the foot, blood flowed out at first, but after a while, it gradually turned into black and viscous blood. It was obvious that the blood on the calf was flowing out along the wound on the sole of the foot.
Lao Luo felt that there was no strength in his body, his clothes were wet with sweat from all over his body, his breathing became rapid, and his whole body was shaking.
"Do you have alcohol for disinfection and gauze bandages for dressing here?"
The Nine Yang True Fire consumes a lot of physical strength, and the cold poison in Lao Luo's body has been there for decades, so it is very laborious to get rid of it, so he asked Shuya exhausted.
"It should be. I'll go to the medical room in Taili to have a look." Shuya replied hurriedly.
At this time, she had begun to trust Zhang Yang. After speaking, she stood up and walked quickly towards the backstage. After about a few minutes, she quickly returned with a first aid kit. (To be continued)