Jiang Feng, accompanied by Pei Shaofeng and others, went to Yu Fang's critical ward.

The doctors passing by were all looking at the group of people strangely.

Leadered by Jiang Feng, a young man, and the other famous doctors actually assisted him?

What is the origin of this young man?

Jiang Feng was very natural, but Gan Juan, who was following the crowd, felt awkward. Although she had never said a word from beginning to end, she was still stunned by Jiang Feng's words. She didn't expect that these doctors would agree in the end?

Looking at the back walking in front, Gan Juan suddenly had a strange idea, as if she had seen the future of traditional Chinese medicine. Under the guidance of this back, she reached the peak again.

Shaking his head and throwing this horrifying idea out, Gan Juan hurriedly looked at it, and the severe ward arrived.

Director Xu saw the arrival of the dean and his party from afar. Although he was surprised that the core of the crowd was a young man, he still stepped forward quickly: "Dean, Mr. Zhu."

"Um."

"Thank you for your hard work, Director Xu."

"snort."

Chejing snorted coldly.

Director Xu was slightly surprised and didn't know what Vice President Che meant, so he touched his nose: "Director, Mr. Zhu, you..." Jiang Feng chuckled: "Have the patient reacted recently?"

Director Xu was slightly stunned and subconsciously glanced at Pei Shaofeng, who nodded expressionlessly.

"There was no reaction except that vital signs were falling."

This is the biggest reaction. I am almost dead, so what else can I have to react more severely than this.

Jiang Feng nodded: "Open the door."

Director Xu subconsciously looked at Pei Shaofeng again.

"Listen to Dr. Jiang."

"snort."

Chejing snorted again.

Director Xu gritted his teeth and felt that these people were so weird, so he hurriedly opened the door of the severe ward.

Jiang Feng was dressed neatly in the disinfection room, and immediately took Pei Shaofeng and others into the serious ward.

The serious wards of large hospitals are all separate, so you can see a middle-aged man lying on the hospital bed and being slapped by some simple medical equipment at a glance.

Yu's eyes are dark. Judging from his figure, he should have been a very strong person before. At this time, his muscles were atrophy, his qi and blood were insufficient, and he was extremely weak.

Jiang Feng looked solemn and came to the hospital bed to take his pulse.

Standard Chinese medicine methods.

Pei Shaofeng was still expressionless, and Che Jing looked at Jiang Feng with some sarcastic sarcasm, Shi Shaochen and other Western doctors had strange expressions.

After a while.

"The vital signs are fragile, yin and yang disorders, meridians, muscle blockage, and insufficient qi and blood. If there is no nutritional supplement, you will definitely die within three days."

"It doesn't seem like you need to repeat the diagnostic results."

Che Jing twitched the corner of his mouth: "We have mastered these conclusions a long time ago."

Jiang Feng did not turn around. When he took his vein, the spiritual energy entered Yu Fang's body. Everything in Yu Fang's body was clearly understood by him.

It is indeed because of the recurrence of the old disease, and the overwork caused the body to bear weight. To be honest, Yu Fang can still breathe in one breath, which is beyond Jiang Feng's expectation.

This man should have died, but his life is very big.

"how?"

Jiang Feng was slightly silent: "It can be cured."

Everyone had different expressions, and Pei Shaofeng slowly spoke: "How to treat it?"

“Acupuncture.”

Everyone was in an uproar.

The director who followed him stood behind him and his face changed.

If you guess correctly... the dean wants to place the identity of the attending doctor on the head of this young man?

What an international joke about this?

He hadn't waited to question it.

Chejing has already spoken first: "Acupuncture is indeed a good solution. Now only traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture can solve it, but the problem is, can you do it?"

Seeing that Jiang Feng did not answer, Chejing raised the volume: "How many acupoints are there in the human body, what effects will each acupoint produce, and what combinations are there between acupoints? Do you know all of these?

Boy, acupuncture cannot be explained clearly in just one sentence or two sentences, nor is it summarized simply by the word "can cure". Besides, how do you want to acupuncture?

Of course, ordinary acupuncture methods are not good. Do you know all of this?"

Che Jing has no good feelings for Jiang Feng, or he has no good feelings for few people present. Che Jing is a typical representative of self-ism and radicalism.

The sentence Shi Shaochen once said was correct at all.

Some people in the Yanjing Traditional Chinese Medicine Association want to use their own strength to turn the world around, and then become a high-ranking savior, a self-popular polymer that has been recorded in history.

Everyone wants to be such a person, but they are somewhat self-aware, but Chejing people are different, and their ambitions are infinitely magnified.

Of course, it is not that all radicals are like this, there are only a few such people, and they are not fond of fame, at least they have real skills.

Facing Che Jing's questioning, although Pei Shaofeng was dissatisfied, he had no intention of rescuing the situation.

Jiang Feng was slightly stunned and nodded immediately: "Since I talk about acupuncture, I'm sure."

"grasp?"

Che Jing was stunned: "What are you sure about?"

Jiang Feng turned his head and looked at Che Jing calmly: "Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and profound, and it is also very common to have many magical methods."

"oh?

You mean you have magical means?”

Chejing sneered: "What, can you still play with acupuncture and embroidery?"

"Chejing!"

Pei Shaofeng scolded.

Gan Yuanhua looked at Che Jing with a bad expression: "If it weren't for being in the ward, I would have carried your neck long ago to let you see the various tricks!"

Jiang Feng stood up and said, "Let's go out first."

Everyone left the severe ward.

Jiang Feng looked around: "The best silver needle for disinfection."

"Then what?"

"No, then, I'm waiting here, ready within ten minutes."

"Arrogant!"

Chejing had a dark face: "I will never let you joke about the patient's life."

At this moment, Chejing refused sincerely.

After all, he is still a real doctor and the vice president of the Chinese Medicine Hospital.

His medical ethics and talents have been recognized by the above and the Chinese Medicine Association.

Even if he is radical, in the face of major issues, in the face of patients' lives, he will put the safety of patients first.

It’s just that I always adhere to the radical ideas.

Che Jing didn't think that Jiang Feng really needed to treat Yu Fang, so he was a little sarcastic in his words, but if he really got to do it, he was immediately anxious.

The others also agreed, and Pei Shaofeng frowned and said, "Are you sure?"

He didn't expect that Jiang Feng still didn't know how to advance or retreat until now, which was a bit difficult.

I thought Jiang Feng would give up after seeing the patient.

Shi Shaochen did not make any comments, but kept looking at Jiang Feng. At this time, the young man still did not show any panic and was still very calm.

This was very unusual, and he had a little expectation in his heart.
Chapter completed!