80 military doctor's little wife

Li Jia hurriedly nodded, and the pace of the two men was almost the same.

"You ask that?"

Tang Yuxin rolled up his sleeve. "The dean asked me if I could cure Zhu Xiaohong's leg?"

"What did you say?"

Lin Yile's nervous heart is going to stop beating, this silly girl, just don't sell yourself.

"Amputation, or what do you think I'll say?"

Tang Yuxin hung up the stethoscope again, and then looked back at the sky outside. The weather didn't seem very good. He didn't know if it was going to rain. Gu Ning said that he would be back soon.

When it rains, will it come back?

As for Zhu Xiaohong and Tong Shu, it's not that there is the director of the hospital. Besides the director, there is not a Tong family. She has a brain drain, so she has something to do with such a national doctor as Tong family.

She is just a small person. If she can't solve the problem, how can she solve it?

And she has never thought of borrowing anything from Tong Jia.

She doesn't want to be famous. She wants to be crazy.

Suddenly, her eyebrows beat twice, and she had a very bad feeling.

She rubbed her eyebrows, thinking whether she had been staying up all night to make medicine these days, some neurasthenia and so on, so she thought too much.

Just then, the nurse came and said that there was a patient who needed her.

She also lost everything here, but she didn't know. Sometimes people's so-called sixth sense always indicates something.

The next day, Tang Yuxin still came to the hospital to work according to the time. As soon as she finished processing a patient, she saw a group of people coming in from outside the hospital. These people were all wearing some antique clothes, but they were still wearing long robes, especially the leader, who still had a foot long beard. Her hair and beard were all white, and it was also a piece of silver frost.

But at this time, the white hair, plus the robe, more and more show a bit of immortality.

Tang Yuxin stood aside and watched them walk into president Zhu's office.

That should be Tong Jia's person. If she guessed correctly, the white bearded one is Tong Feng, the national famous doctor, right?

There are not many people in the world who can invite him to come out of the mountain. This time, Zhu Xiaohong is very lucky to get Tong Feng, the master of National Medical University, to treat her.

You know, there are not many people in the world who want to ask him for medical treatment with a lot of money, and he may not be able to do it, and there are not many people in the world who can let Tong Feng do it.

As for how Tong Feng treats Zhu Xiaohong, she doesn't know. Of course, she's not interested in knowing. What's more, she doesn't want to steal a teacher. She has her own method. It has been passed down for thousands of years. Adding other things may not be good.

And sometimes things like medical skills can kill people.

But most of the time, it's not what she wants to do. She doesn't have much ambition for other people's ancestral medical skills, but it's interesting. The Dean let them all go to see how Tong Feng, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, treated Zhu Xiaohong

Tang Yuxin and Lin Yile stood together. They didn't show mountains and water. Of course, the whole process was quiet. Some doctors were eager to show some of their abilities in front of such a powerful person, and they kept looking for opportunities to ask questions.

And this immortal doctor, who is a great master of traditional Chinese medicine, is also a very kind answer, which once again makes them feel a kind of immortal Qi. It seems that as long as they ask one more question and stay here for a while, they can breathe into their own body.

At this time, the needle in Tong Feng's hand also sticks to the acupoint on Zhu Xiaohong's leg,.

But after he pricked a few needles, Tang Yuxin frowned slightly.

How do you say that?

It can also be said that forced combing of Qi and blood is a method, but it is too extreme, and under the extreme, the legs are preserved, but what will happen in the future is hard to say.

Her needles are mild to the highest level, just like water. Water is pure, soft, clear, and gentle. It forms a river. It grows naturally and declines naturally.

But Tong Feng's needle is like fire, and fire everywhere, enough to start a prairie fire, like pulling out the vitality of the human body from the body, not the root cause, the faster the death.

And after Tong Feng's several stitches, with the speed that the naked eye can see, we can find that the color of Zhu Xiaohong's leg is changing, as if the color is not so gray, but also brings some anger.

Of course, this is also seen by laymen. Tang Yu can't help but sympathize with Zhu Xiaohong.

Those who don't know are innocent, and those who don't know are suffering.

Although Zhu Xiaohong is not very good, she is still half dead, but she doesn't yell any more. At this time, as long as she catches the last straw, as long as she waits for hope from despair, then nothing matters now.

Tang Yuxin took another sympathetic look at Zhu Xiaohong.

Now she really feels that it's better to cut it. For the sake of one leg and the future health, it's better to cut it now. At least, she can live like a person.

At this time, Tong Feng's eyes don't know why they fall on Tang Yuxin's face, and Tang Yuxin's sympathy in his eyes makes him have some doubts.

That's the look.

Yeah, that look.

How could this young woman doctor have such an expression? Everyone else was surprised, amazed, envied and admired.

However, there is only one. From beginning to end, she is calm. She doesn't seem to understand as well as others. However, Tong Feng feels that this little doctor should know something. Is it difficult? She really knows what he is doing?

However, he glanced at the little doctor again, and the little doctor had already turned his face and said something to the doctors around him, and they seemed to be talking about the patient. At this time, she was the same as others, her eyes were bright, as if she respected and respected the traditional Chinese culture.

Maybe he was wrong.

Tong Feng gently stroked his beard. Then he turned around and began to set up with Zhu Yuan.

And he did not find that Tang Yu heart at this time gently expressed a breath

If it's true, dealing with such a person who has lived for most of his life is like following an old fox?