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"Doctor Zhang, please over here."

Zhou Qimin sent a car to take Zhang Ye to Bihu Villa halfway up the suburbs and personally lead the way for Zhang Ye.

"Doctor Zhang, please ask you this time, please be sure to find a way to cure Miss Deng, I believe you can also see that the Deng family is very rich, and the diagnosis fee will never be at a loss to you, at least 100 million to start."

"In addition, if you can cure Miss Deng, I will give you another 30 million alone!"

This price was very tempting, and it made Zhang Ye's heart fiery when he heard it.

One hundred and thirty million!

It is enough for him to buy a large villa within the third ring road of Yanjing, and he can even live comfortably with Yaya for many years.

However, the disease of frostbite is indeed difficult to treat, otherwise the other party would not give such a high diagnosis fee casually.

The world's five terminal illnesses are not blown out!

Soon Zhang Ye was taken to an artificial mountain pavilion, an antique villa with a small bridge and flowing water, and met Miss Deng, who was repeatedly mentioned by Zhou Qimin.

That is a very beautiful beauty, melon face willow leaf eyebrows, even if the popular actress in the entertainment industry wears good makeup, the beauty special effects are all full, it may not be better than this Miss Deng.

It's just that because of frostbite, Deng Wenjie's face looks a little pale, and there is a touch of inseparable sadness between her eyebrows, quite a bit of Lin Daiyu's morbid beauty, which makes people feel pity.

On Deng Wenjie's side are her parents, Deng Zhigang and his wife.

Looking at Zhang Ye's youthful appearance, Deng Zhigang frowned and asked, "Old Zhou, this is the divine doctor you are talking about?"

"Yes, don't look at him young, but this Dr. Zhang is a famous teacher, and his medical skills are very good, he said that there is a way to cure Miss Deng's frostbite, you might as well let him try."

When things came to this point, Zhou Qimin could only bite the bullet and help Zhang Ye boast.

Moreover, the Deng family has already tried the way they can think of, there is no cure for frostbite at all, it is a terminal illness, and it will not be good to try.

But what he didn't know was that Zhang Ye was indeed a famous teacher and was a personal disciple of the divine doctor Li Shanyuan.

Stepping forward calmly, Zhang Ye said with a smile: "Hello Mr. Deng, can I take your daughter's pulse for you?"

Deng Wenjie's gaze moved away from a flower that was about to wither not far away, and said with a sad smile: "Don't work in vain, no one can cure my disease."

While admiring her peerless face, Zhang Ye retorted with a chuckle: "That's not necessarily, I've seen a case of successfully curing this disease in an ancient medical book, how do you know if it works if you don't try it?"

Deng Zhigang and his wife looked at each other, half-believing Zhang Ye's words, but still nodded at Zhang Ye.

As long as they can cure their daughter's illness, even if there is one in ten thousand hopes, they are not willing to give up.

"Give me your hand." Zhang Ye stood in front of Deng Wenjie, and saw in her eyes the indifference that she had lost interest in everything, and the deep despair.

A master's degree graduate from the Department of Economics and Management of the University of Cambridge, England, with high appearance and high education, and a particularly good family, but he has this terminal disease that cannot be cured, and despair is inevitable.

Deng Wenjie raised her right hand with great difficulty and placed it in Zhang Ye's hand.

Her hands are very cold, because of her thin figure, her finger joints are more prominent, but her skin is very silky and delicate.

Zhang Ye closed his eyes and felt her pulse, and sighed slightly: "Hey, if it had been sent to me earlier, at least eighty percent would have been cured, but now the condition has dragged on for half a year, and there are less than five percent left." "

Deng Wenjie's pulse is very weak, internal disorder, all five internal organs have the appearance of failure, if not treated early, at most half a year to live, will be the whole body muscle and organ atrophy, painful death."

Seeing that he said that he was fifty percent sure, Deng Zhigang immediately urged excitedly: "Doctor Zhang, the fifty percent certainty is already very high, please hurry up and treat my daughter, even if it can alleviate the deterioration of her condition, it is good!" "

Change to another doctor, don't say fifty percent sure, not even one percent."

The drugs they prescribed, his daughter took the slightest effect, his figure was still getting thinner and thinner, and his whole body had no strength, and he was already hopeless.

Who thought that this doctor recruited by Lao Zhou actually said that he was fifty percent sure!

Deng Wenjie's mother also cried with joy, urging Zhang Ye to start quickly.

Zhang Ye said without hurry: "There is no hurry to treat the disease in advance, I need to prepare some special medicines..."

Without waiting for Zhang Ye to finish speaking, Zhou Qimin volunteered and said: "If you need anything, I promise to prepare it for you within a day!" "

If Zhang Ye cures Deng Wenjie, the biggest beneficiary will be him, so of course he has to work hard.

"I need a wooden barrel that can hold Miss Deng, the inside of the barrel must be divided into three layers, there must be no leakage, and a large cauldron, which can put the barrel in..." Deng

Zhigang and his wife and Zhou Qimin looked at each other, not understanding what Zhang Ye wanted to do, but listening to the literal meaning, it seemed to steam Deng Wenjie?

Zhou Qimin was stunned for a few seconds and asked, "Are there any requirements for the material of the barrel?"

"No, it's just strong and durable."

Zhang Ye planned to use an ancient steaming therapy to treat Deng Wenjie.

At five o'clock in the evening, Zhou Qimin returned to Bihu Villa with a few porters and moved in a tool built according to Zhang Ye's requirements.

In the afternoon, Zhang Ye had already explained his special treatment to Deng Zhigang and his wife, and they had no other way but to let Zhang Ye give it a try.

A large cauldron was set up in the courtyard, and the water in the pot was mixed with more than a dozen Chinese medicines, giving off a pungent medicinal smell.

There were also a lot of Chinese medicinal herbs in the barrel, and Deng Wenjie sat in the bucket with the help of her parents and was carried into the pot.

"Small fire steaming slowly, fire can't stop, five hours... That is, ten hours later, the first course of treatment is over, and it will be clear at a glance whether this method will work or not. Zhang Ye introduced with a serious expression.

Deng Zhigang and his wife were curious about this ancient special treatment, and had never heard that putting people into wooden barrels could be steamed like steamed steamed buns.

But for the sake of their daughter's life, they can only let Zhang Ye play freely.

Zhou Qimin didn't have a bottom in his heart, so he leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Doctor Zhang, is your method reliable?" Miss Deng won't have any problems, right?

"Don't worry, Boss Zhou, I will personally control the fire, and I will know the result tomorrow morning." Zhang Ye smiled, still calm.

Because that book was left by his imperial master, it should have an effect.

This night, he barely closed his eyes, always guarded by the pot stove, Deng Zhigang and his wife could not stay up, went to sleep at twelve o'clock at night, sent a housekeeper to guard here, if there was any abnormality as soon as possible to wake them up.

Zhou Qimin left at ten o'clock last night, and at four o'clock in the morning, he arrived at Bihu Villa early.

A bright color appeared in the eastern sky, and the sky reflected by ten thousand rays of light was a fiery red.

Deng Zhigang and his wife, who set the alarm clock, also appeared in the yard on time.

Zhang Ye looked at the time on his phone, last night he went to pick up his daughter from school at five o'clock, and took her to the manor, starting the fire at six o'clock in the evening and exactly ten hours at four o'clock in the morning.

So he quickly extinguished the fire and took the somewhat dehydrated Deng Wenjie out of the barrel.