Just as I was about to finish my turn, I heard a woman crying: "Lao Li, you must not leave!"

The heartbreaking cries attracted the attention of Yan Yangxian and others. They walked to the side of the critically ill patient in unison. Before they could get closer, the patient's family grabbed Yan Yangxian who was at the front and said: "Doctor, please

Please, save my husband."

Yan Yangxian did not wear a white coat, but his image was very fairy-like. With his long hair and boyish face, coupled with a goatee on his chin, it was immediately clear that he was a doctor with very good medical skills.

Lan Zhenghao walked to the doctor who was standing next to him with his head bowed and said nothing, and asked softly: "What's going on?"

When the doctor saw that it was the dean, he did not dare to be negligent. After sorting out his thoughts, he did not dare to be negligent and replied: "President Lan, the cancer cells in the patient's body have spread, and according to my observation, the rate of expansion of the cancer cells is quite alarming.

I've tried my best..."

Every time they hear the doctor say that they have tried their best, the patient's family members will feel like the world is falling apart. Lan Zhenghao frowned. He also knows that the doctor cannot be blamed for this. After all, the doctor is a human being, not a god, and they will do their best.

You can rescue the patient, but you may not be able to save the patient by doing your best.

The patient was dying. Yan Yangxian walked quickly to the patient who had already put on the oxygen mask. He took a pulse and found that there was an unusual abnormality in the patient's weak pulse. He turned around without looking and ordered to the nurse beside him.

: "Go and get me some silver needles."

The little nurse was startled by Yan Yangxian's serious look. She was stunned for a moment and before she could react, Lan Zhenghao urged her: "Why are you still standing there?"

The nurse didn't dare to delay any longer, so she hurried out of the ward and quickly came back with a needle box for acupuncture and handed it to Yan Yangxian. Yan Yangxian did not say thank you, but took out the silver needle from the needle box and disinfected it with alcohol cotton.

He took off the patient's clothes and used their traditional Tai Chi Liuhe acupuncture method, applying needles quickly according to his acupuncture points. Everyone standing by knew that Yan Yangxian was racing with death to save the patient's life.

At this moment, the ward was so quiet that even the patient's family members had forgotten to cry, for fear that unwarranted noise would affect Yan Yangxian's treatment.

Soon, Yan Yangxian's well-maintained face slowly turned rosy, and his silver hair was gradually wet with sweat. Lan Zhenghao, who was closest to him, could hardly believe his eyes.

Yan Yangxian's head was steaming with heat. He stared wide-eyed and couldn't believe it. He didn't expect Yan Yangxian to be able to combine qigong and acupuncture. It can be seen that his acupuncture skills have reached a certain level.

There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and Yan Yangxian could not stop his hands. He was afraid that if he stopped, the patient would lose his life. He was racing against time, fighting against death.

Half an hour later, when Yan Yangxian pulled out the last needle, his clothes were already soaked through. He felt as if he had just been fished out of the water. He took a long breath. He was so nervous just now that he didn't feel it. He almost breathed a sigh of relief.

He fell to the ground without collapse.

Fortunately, Lan Zhenghao had quick eyesight and quick hands. He supported him and said with concern: "Old Yan, you have to be careful!"

Yan Yangxian shook his head mockingly: "I'm old and useless."

The screen of the life monitor inserted next to the patient showed the heartbeat, which was beating very regularly. The patient showed signs of life. Even the patient's doctor was surprised.

"Mr. Yan, how did you do it?" the attending doctor asked with almost admiration.

Yan Yangxian recovered for a while and finally recovered in one breath. He was supported by Lan Zhenghao and sat on a chair. He shook his head and said: "I didn't do it. The patient doesn't have any hope of living yet!"

"What?!" Not only the attending doctor, but also the family members became stunned from the surprise just now.

Lan Zhenghao was also in disbelief. Yan Yangxian's words were obviously not something he could understand. Gu Xiuquan and Yu Kaihong secretly checked the patient's physical condition and agreed with Yan Yangxian's words.

Yan Yangxian opened his mouth and explained: "On the surface, the patient has an abnormal disease, but in fact, he has been poisoned by Miao Jiang."

"Poison?!" Lan Zhenghao cried out.

Today, as medicine advances and science and technology advance rapidly, there are still many things that cannot be explained by science. Miao Xinjiang’s cup technique is one of them. Many people still don’t understand the dangers of cup technique.

Yan Yangxian was able to become a leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine in Yanjing. Naturally, he was not an ordinary person. He was well-read and had richer knowledge than everyone present.

He discovered toxins in the patient's body through examination, and strengthened his judgment through acupuncture. After recovering a little, he picked up the silver needle thrown aside regardless of fatigue, pointed to the silver needle thrown aside and said: "Look

.”

Everyone saw that the needle of the silver needle was slightly emitting black gas. It was indeed as Mr. Yan said, the patient was poisoned.

Yu Kaihong lowered his head and sniffed at the patient's slightly open mouth. The smell emanating from the patient's mouth was very pungent, which made him aware that something was wrong. He raised his head and asked, "Has your husband taken any medicine recently?"

What medications did you take?”

The patient's family member was a woman, and she cried so much that her lungs were broken and her vitality was damaged. She was in a state of dementia. She couldn't answer for a long time, but Gu Xiuquan checked the patient and said with deep understanding:

"It seems the problem is not as simple as it appears."

As soon as these words came out, Lan Zhenghao turned his attention to the attending doctor. The attending doctor smiled awkwardly. It is true that although he has always been the patient's attending doctor, he has not grasped the subtleties of the patient. In the end, it was still a few seniors.

He said everything in front of the dean, no wonder he felt a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, Lan Zhenghao did not reprimand him in front of everyone. Besides, this was not the time to find out who was responsible. Lan Zhenghao took a look at the patient who was still in a coma.

"Mr. Yan, what did you mean when you said the patient could not be saved?"

Yan Yangxian also looked at the patient and said worriedly: "The patient is too poisoned. Although I have tried my best, I can only temporarily control the poison from happening. If I want to eradicate it, I'm sorry, but I can't."

Such ability.”

"What?!" Lan Zhenghao's face tightened, and he couldn't believe Yan Yangxian's words.

A generation of leading figures in the field of traditional Chinese medicine have said such depressing words, so who else can stand up and say calmly that he will definitely be able to cure the patient?

"Then what should we do?" Lan Zhenghao suddenly ran out of ideas.

To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell must be tied. The patient was so deeply poisoned that he couldn't catch the guy who poisoned him!

When he thought of this, Lan Zhenghao said resolutely: "Call the police."

Involving the police in the investigation may be a way to curb the intensifying spread. Just as he was about to take out his mobile phone to call the police, he saw everyone present frowning and bowing their heads in silence.

"What's wrong?" Lan Zhenghao asked strangely.

Gu Xiuquan said: "Based on the current situation, the police will not get involved."

"Why?!" Lan Zhenghao was completely confused.

"Evidence, what evidence do you have to prove that someone poisoned someone intentionally?!" Gu Xiuquan said seriously.

"It's not you..."

Lan Zhenghao was about to say that when he realized that based on just a few people's guesses, the police would not get involved at all. What's more, the symptoms of this poison still appear in the form of late-stage liver cancer, which is even more confusing.

The sight and hearing of others.

Lan Zhenghao sat slumped on the ground. It was the first time for a middle-aged man to feel so at a loss. Perhaps this was because he was helpless but unable to do anything. He let out a long sigh and put his head on his hands.

Yan Yangxian walked outside the ward and dialed Lin Tian.

Lin Tian has been depressed recently because of the death of his uncle. Su Mengxin accompanied him for a walk in Su City, hoping to make his mood better as soon as possible.

March in Sioux City is indeed the most beautiful time. The gentle wind, the gentle sunshine, and a beautiful and gentle girl beside you make people feel more relaxed and happy. Holding Su Mengxin’s soft little hand, in Sioux City

Take a walk.

The beautiful scenery, the beauties, and the beautiful season, all the good things were reserved for Lin Tian alone. As his disciple, there was nothing he could do but be jealous.

"Hey, Master, can you teach me some techniques for picking up girls in the future!" Tu Hu sighed. Just as he sighed, his cell phone rang. Lin Tian didn't bring it with him. He was behind him just to give it away.

Cell phone, otherwise Tuhu would not be willing to be a lightbulb in the blue sky.

The phone didn't show who was calling. The main reason was that Lin Tian didn't have the habit of recording phone calls. Tu Hu took it upon himself to answer the phone for him. Unexpectedly, when the call was connected, it was Yan Yangxian who was calling. From the tone of his voice, he still encountered a serious problem.

.

He didn't dare to make his own decisions anymore and hurriedly stepped forward to interrupt Lin Tian and Su Mengxin's good deeds.

Su Mengxin and Lin Tian were walking hand in hand on the street. Her body was warmed by the sun, and her heart was also warm. She turned her head and looked at the slightly melancholy Lin Tian affectionately.

Unable to help but feel like a deer, Lin Tian with melancholy eyes was a replica of Professor Du. He drooled all over the floor. He couldn't help but call softly: "Brother Lin."

"Huh?" Lin Tian turned his head and his melancholy eyes were a little affectionate.

"You're so handsome!" Su Mengxin pouted her lips and wanted to lean in to kiss him. Lin Tian hesitated for a while and then obeyed her. What he didn't expect was that Tu Hu ran over from behind, and no matter how early or late he was, he

Ruined their good deeds.

Why add it? Su Mengxin glanced at Tu Hu angrily, and she was so angry that she almost stopped fighting with Tu Hu.

Tu Hu, who was extremely slow to react, did not feel any guilt at all. He took the initiative and said: "Master, something bad has happened. Something happened in Yanjing."
Chapter completed!