Rebirth: Immortal Emperor Returns

"Mm, mm …"

The young woman's voice became more and more painful as her entire face paled. At this moment, even the corners of his mouth were twitching uncontrollably.

"Intercostal neuralgia? Right side of the chest, between the ribs? "

Lin Feng's thoughts were interrupted by the unceasing soft moans. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the young beauty sitting next to him curling up on her chair with a pale expression on her face, as she pressed down on her right ribs with both her hands, causing her forehead to be drenched in sweat.

The young beauty glanced at Lin Feng in surprise and nodded with difficulty.

She hadn't expected that the young man sitting next to her would be able to see through her problem with a single glance. Moreover, he had even accurately determined the location of the pain.

"Are you a doctor?"

"Doctor? "Kind of."

Lin Feng could not hold back his laughter. When he was still alive, he was the strongest Medical Saint in the Ninth Heaven. It was barely worth it.

"If you don't mind, let me help you take a look. There's no problem in alleviating the pain."

"Sorry for the trouble." The young beauty was silent for a moment before she finally nodded.

She was well aware of her old ailment. She had to take medicine to relieve the pain, and there was no other way.

But in Lin Feng's eyes, that kind of clean and light confidence, had unconsciously infected her. Yiteng Youmei definitely did not believe that a person with such a clean eyes, could be a slut. Furthermore, she did not have any better methods at the moment, so she could only treat it as if it was a battle to the death.

"It was nothing."

As Lin Feng said this, his hand was about to rest on the young beauty's ribs. Right at this moment, a cold rebuke interrupted his movements:

"What are you doing? Taking advantage of this beauty? How shameless! "

Following the direction of the sound, a thirty year old middle-aged man was seen slowly walking over.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a suit and shoes. His black leather shoes shone brightly, giving him the appearance of a successful person.

"Although I don't know how you found out that this young lady suffered from intercostal neuralgia, but looking at you like this … Can you really help the young lady relieve the pain? "

"On what basis? Just based on your hand? "

As the middle-aged man walked over, he aggressively continued.

When she spoke, her gaze was fixated on Lin Feng's palm, sweeping her gaze back and forth between where the young beauty's palm was in pain.

"You're right. With just one hand, you're threatening to relieve the pain of this young lady? "How is this possible!?"

"He must be trying to take advantage of something. This kid must be trying to take advantage of me."

"Shameless, I really didn't expect that a young man of such a young age would be so shameless!"

Inside the plane, the other passengers were all focused on the battle.

When they heard the middle-aged man's words, they looked at the location of the young beauty's pain, and then at Lin Feng's outstretched hand. All of their faces were filled with disgust.

"Could he be... You really want to take advantage of this, right? "

Facing the voices of the crowd, the absolute confidence in Yiteng Youmei's heart that she initially had began to waver. At this moment, even she herself found it strange.

"But clearly … The kind of cleanliness in your eyes would not deceive others. " Yiteng Youmei muttered to herself, and shook her head.

She could see the cleanliness in Lin Feng's eyes very clearly. This cleanliness was definitely not something that could be faked. The most important thing was the self-confidence in her eyes, which gave her the illusion that it was possible to do so as long as it was what Lin Feng had said.

"Taking advantage?" Lin Feng could not help but laugh.

"Of course." The middle-aged man answered back, "Do you dare to say that you are not?"

"Being able to learn some Chinese medicine's massage techniques can actually relieve this young miss's headache." Lin Feng didn't want to waste any more words with this middle-aged man, so he spoke straightforwardly.

"A technique used in traditional Chinese medicine? Mitigating intercostal neuralgia? "

The middle-aged man became increasingly disdainful as he taunted:

Intercostal neuralgia is the most difficult disease to completely cure. The relapse rate is very high and only a very small number of patients can be completely cured. Most of the patients with intercostal neuralgia can only be suppressed with right propofol, piperidine, morphine, and hydroxyketone.

"What a joke, what nonsense!"

"Is that so?" Lin Feng said indifferently.

"Of course, I, Zhang Tianze, graduated from Stanford University's medical academy and have been studying cardiothoracic surgery. I have published many important academic articles in international journals, and before I returned to my country, I participated in the biggest research project in Stanford University's medical academy. I am currently the director of cardiothoracic surgery at the Concorde Hospital, and I am also in charge of the highest quality medical project in the country …"

Zhang Ze Tian continued to narrate his origins, as he spoke, he looked down at Lin Feng with a face full of contempt:

"I'm heading to the island to participate in an academic exchange organized by the island's three great medical societies. I'm the only one invited to attend this event."

"So he's a student from Stanford University School of Medicine. He's a top student who has been studying for a long time. Amazing, really amazing!"

"To be able to be the only person invited in the country, this is the true young talent."

"Young and promising!"

Inside the cabin, everyone's attention was attracted by Zhang Ze Tian. They all couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

To be able to achieve such an achievement at such an age was truly a rare talent.

"Is there any use in talking so much? Can you cure this lady's intercostal neuralgia? " Lin Feng scoffed.

Ga!

Zhang Ze Tian was stunned. He stood dumbly on the spot.

Originally, he thought that after he recounted a series of names, he would definitely scare Lin Feng silly. Who would have thought that the other side would suddenly say such a thing?

"As I said before, intercostal neuralgia must be controlled by drugs. There is no other way to relieve it." Recovering from his shock, Zhang Ze Tian said with an ugly expression.

"Then it can't be cured?"

Lin Feng said, and then changed the topic.

"What about Stanford University School of Medicine's top students, its heavyweight academic articles in international journals, and its major medical projects? "In the end, not even a single intercostal neuralgia could be relieved."

"You …" Zhang Ztian's face sank. He was so angry that his fingers were trembling, unable to utter a word.

"What 'me'? If you have the ability, then treat this lady. If you don't, then shut your mouth." Lin Feng said impatiently.

"That's right, I admit that I have no way of alleviating this lady's intercostal neuralgia, but it has nothing to do with my medical skills. Intercostal neuralgia is an ongoing problem in international medicine, and so far there is no other way but drug suppression."

Zhang Ze Tian forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said word by word:

"However... Although I have no way of alleviating it, I would not be like some prodigal sons who would take advantage of an opportunity to take advantage of others. "