Ode to the Dragon

"It's ridiculous. The patient's heart has stopped, his breathing has stopped, and he has no vital signs. Can you tell me that he can still be saved? Feign death? A joke. " Tang Sisi, with a sulky face, took the lead in taking a pair of beautiful steps and stood up with a cold, arrogant and aggressive face:

"who are you? Where did you get the conclusion? "

The crowd around also pointed out:

"are you crazy? Doctor Fu said there was no help. What was he doing there? Is he more powerful and skillful than doctor Fu? "

"Hum, what else can we do? Hype. These days, there is no bottom line for the sake of popularity. I'm sure it's a popular anchor."

"It's heartless to hype the dead."

Cloud Mu fine also some nervous, she pulled the Cape of Chu wind, whispered: "Chu wind, we, we'd better leave quickly."

This man is dead. No matter what Chu Feng can do, he can't bring the dead back to life.

The people of the four Zhou Dynasty were full of disdain and spit at Chu Feng.

At this time, Fu Nanhua frowned and thought for a moment. He stood up and asked politely, "little friend, why do you judge that the patient is in suspended animation? There is no room for carelessness in matters concerning human life. "

In the end, Fu Nanhua's mind is much more stable than his predecessors who have seen big waves.

"Grandfather? How can you believe a liar? I think he's just trying to impress others and hype with your reputation. " Tang Sisi stamped her feet angrily. She saw many shameless people like this.

"Nonsense, without evidence, how can you insult others' innocence at will?" Fu Nanhua scolded, and then continued to signal to Chu Feng, "little friend, I'd like to hear it in detail."

Tang Sisi stamped his feet, full of grievances, silver teeth clenched, eager to eat Chu Feng.

Chu Feng nodded his head, but he was not polite. According to the records of Xuanyi Baodian, he said:

"the patient's pupil is lax and his mind is not clear. It seems to be a symptom of cerebral hemorrhage, but it's just an illusion. But similarly, his fingers are white and his blood is blocked. In this case, it is very likely that his brain lacks oxygen, his blood is congested and his nerves are in a state of suspended animation. "

Fu Nanhua pondered for a moment, suddenly enlightened, "then, how to rescue?"

"Simple, let the patient lie down naturally, take the needle Baihui, Neiguan, Shenguan, Zuli four points, twist with silver needle, keep the needle after Qi, intermittently transport the needle, the patient will naturally wake up." Chu Feng continued.

"Traditional Chinese medicine?" Fu Nanhua was slightly surprised and took a fresh look at Chu Feng. When did such a talented young man come out in the field of traditional Chinese medicine? He never heard of it.

"Grandfather, as I have said, this is a liar. He knows that he is lack of medical skills, and he will show up in front of you. He deliberately talks about some mysterious theories of traditional Chinese medicine. Hum, it's a trick to carve insects. "

Tang Sisi snorted coldly, holding his hands coldly and arrogantly: "do you think I will believe you?"

Tang Sisi is also a doctor of British Medical University and a famous surgeon in China. According to her experience, traditional Chinese medicine is the most mixed up profession. Except for those famous experts in Xinglin, almost 99% of them are liars.

In addition, traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes accumulation of experience, and the older it gets, the more valuable it is. This guy is so young, and he is about the same age as himself. How can he get such advanced medical skills?

Chu Feng lightly responded, "my medical skill is to cure and save people, not to let you believe."

"Believe it or not, what can I do?"

"You --" Tang Sisi bit his silver teeth and became angry.

Chu Feng glanced at the wrist watch and said in a calm voice: "five minutes have passed now. If five minutes later, the patient's Qi and blood will flow against the current, and the fire will attack the heart, and the immortal will be hard to save."

"But now, there's still a chance."

Fu Nanhua spirit, asked: "little friend, if you hand, how many% sure?"

Chu breeze is calm and self-confident: "ten percent!"

All of a sudden, there was an uproar.

100% sure?