You said you are sick, I can help you treat it.

But you have run out of fuel and the end is approaching, and it cannot be restored by human power.

However, when Ye Fengyun observed Mr. Zhao as a whole, a glimmer of light still appeared in his heart.

Mr. Zhao is not hopeless...

When Mr. Zhao saw that the "miracle doctor" was actually a young man, he was slightly surprised. Mr. Wu hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Old chief, this is the miracle doctor who cured me, Ye Fengyun Ye, the miracle doctor!"

"well……"

Mr. Zhao was extremely awkward when speaking, but he still tried his best to say a few good words to Ye Fengyun.

"Doctor Ye, I'm leaving it to you!"

Shu Fu looked at Ye Fengyun with blank eyes and said.

"Don't worry, I will try my best."

Ye Fengyun nodded.

Ye Fengyun walked straight to Mr. Zhao.

To be honest, Ye Fengyun was a little excited.

You know, the man in front of you is the only remaining founding hero of China.

Ordinarily, this kind of people are from textbooks!

Being able to see Ye Fengyun in real life and treat him, the excitement is indescribable.

The Zhao brothers looked at Ye Fengyun nervously, hoping that Ye Fengyun could bring them some good news.

Among them, the most nervous one is Shu Fu.

She now places all her hopes on Ye Fengyun. If Ye Fengyun has no hope...

Then she...

But if Ye Fengyun could create a miracle and really extend her grandfather's life, then she would be willing...

Thinking of this, Shu Fu's face turned slightly red.

She knew that Ye Fengyun was very interested in her body. If Ye Fengyun could really cure the old man, then she might not be able to...

"Mr. Zhao, I want to feel your pulse."

Ye Fengyun looked at Mr. Zhao with great respect.

"Oh? Are you a Chinese medicine doctor?" Mr. Zhao looked at Ye Fengyun and asked slightly confused.

"Yes."

"Okay, okay! At such a young age, it's good to be able to inherit our Chinese national essence." Mr. Zhao praised him.

Ye Fengyun said, "I don't dare to take it seriously."

Mr. Zhao stretched out his dead branch-like wrist and asked Ye Fengyun to diagnose his pulse.

Ye Fengyun glanced at Mr. Zhao's wrist and secretly felt sad.

He could imagine that when Mr. Zhao was young, he should have been a powerful and domineering general.

Now, time has eroded and the hero has grown old.

This old hero was as dead as a dead tree.

Who can escape the erosion of time?

Ye Fengyun cut three fingers on Mr. Zhao's veins, and then took the pulse for Mr. Zhao.

No one at the scene made a sound.

Quietly waiting for Ye Fengyun's diagnosis results.

Hu Qiangjun stood behind with a sarcastic look on his face.

After about a minute, Ye Fengyun took away his hand.

Zhao Junjiang asked hurriedly: "Ye... the miracle doctor, how are you doing?"

The other people's eyes were all looking at Ye Fengyun, full of doubts.

Shu Fu's heart also rose and was filled with tension.

She secretly prayed in her heart: Doctor Ye, you must bring me good news.

Ye Fengyun looked at everyone, slightly hesitant.

Mr. Wu said directly: "Doctor Ye, the old leader came out of a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire. If you have any questions, just tell me."

"Yes, just say it."

Mr. Zhao also said directly.

Ye Fengyun then said: "Everyone, with all due respect, Mr. Zhao is now ninety years old. Moreover, when he was young, he participated in various wars and left many hidden diseases on his body. In addition, the old man also has many diseases. Many chronic diseases..."

"Ahem, just tell me how long I can live." Mr. Zhao said optimistically.

Ye Fengyun said: "Judging from Mr. Zhao's pulse, Mr. Zhao can survive for a month at most."

When everyone heard this, they were all speechless.

Ye Fengyun's diagnosis is no different from that of all doctors.
Chapter completed!