Supreme Medicinal God

The loud laughter was too harsh, especially when it was passed into the ears of spectacled males who were complacent, which made him feel uncomfortable.

It's him!

Looking back, the glasses guy quickly locked the source of laughter and pulled his face coldly: "Smelly farmer, I am treating people, what the hell are you laughing at?"

"Treatment?"

Ye Feng smiled even more happy when she heard this: "So you are treating a disease, I thought you were murdering."

murder?

The crowd was stunned and looked around Ye Feng and the glasses man doubtfully, feeling a little confused.

"Smelly farmer, what do you say? You can insult me, but not my medical skills!"

The glasses man completely ran away, pointing his finger at Ye Feng's nose, and said coldly: "I am a student of Tongren Medical University and I am studying medicine. You fucking stinky farmer, why should you point fingers at me?"

"Students of Tongren Medical University can do whatever they want, can they treat people indiscriminately?"

What kind of person is Ye Feng, how could he be mad at being pointed at his nose, and after pulling the hand of the spectacles to the side, he said lightly: "It's still barren medicine, I think it's homicide!"

Homicide?!

The spectacled men's noses were almost crooked, which was a good thing for him, but now they are messed up by Ye Feng.

"It's a matter of life and life, it's important to save people, I don't care about you stinky farmers!"

The glasses man stared at Ye Feng for a long time with his teeth clenched, although he wanted to rush up and beat the goods, but he didn't have the guts to do so, he could only pretend that I didn't care about you, and turned his head to prepare to continue to apply the needle.

"If you dare to take a needle, believe it or not, I will break your fingers one by one!"

But before he could hold the silver needle firmly, Ye Feng said again without hesitation.

The sentence was not tight enough, and the silver needle held in the spectacled man's hand was almost not scared and fell to the ground.

"His grandmother, stinky peasant, life-threatening matter, can you afford it?" It was easy to squeeze the silver needle, and the glasses man looked back at Ye Feng loudly.

Ye Feng just sneered, the expression in his eyes was like ice.

The icy look in the eyes of the spectacled man saw the hairs in his heart. I just thought that Ye Feng's words just now were not a joke. If he dared to get the needle down, this diaomin might say that he might break his fingers.

"This farmer friend, this doctor is treating the patient, please don't mess with it, is it good to leave here? If you don't leave, I will call the police!"

At this moment, the little flight attendant whose soul was almost taken away by the glasses man lifted his chest, and a face covered with small freckles swelled red to Ye Feng Road.

"Brainless..."

But unfortunately Ye Feng didn't care about her threat at all. After looking down at her tall chest, she gave a four-character comment lightly, and then played with the taste: "Let him treat the disease, die, you Are you responsible?"

In a word, the flight attendant froze.

Although she does think that the glasses guy is very powerful, if something goes wrong, she really cannot afford this responsibility.

In particular, this is her first day of work. If something serious happens to her life, she will say goodbye to this job in the future.

"Diao Min, am I a doctor, or are you a doctor?"

"I am a medical student at Tongren University. Do you want you to be a scumbag here?"

"You said I was murdering, then tell me, how did I kill?"

"If you say one, two, three, four, five today, don't blame me for not saving people. It's time to see who pays this responsibility!"

The spectacled man couldn't contain his anger, and he simply closed the silver needle, holding his hands in front of his chest, angry like a cannonball.

"Zhangkou Tongren Medical University, Shut up Tongren Medical University, Mrs. Tu...This is how Mrs. Tu taught you?"

Hearing his words, Ye Feng sneered, and originally wanted to say an old lady Tu, but the last time Jiang Yixue said angry, he could only change the old lady into an old lady.

Did he even know President Tu?!

The spectacled man was stunned and looked at Ye Feng with some surprise.

A Diaomin in a mountain obviously shouldn't be so aware of colleagues' medical affairs.

"As for the doctor, it's a coincidence. I happened to be a doctor in our village. I also cured several people who were ill and were sentenced to death by quacks." Ye Feng said slowly.

This stupid man is also a doctor?

The spectacled man couldn't help but tighten.

"As for why she faints, I also tell you my reasoning, she is not typhoid, but heat stroke!"

At this moment, Ye Feng glanced at the girl lying on the lower bunk, and then said lightly.

Heat stroke?

Hearing Ye Feng's words, the people in the carriage suddenly froze, and then felt that they didn't know where it was strange.

"Heat stroke? Hahaha, Diaomin, you are still a doctor, I think it is a barefoot doctor?"

When I heard Ye Feng's words, my nervous glasses man was relieved, and he looked up and laughed, then reached out to the exhaust hole in the car and laughed: "You feel what this is. Is this air conditioning?" The heatstroke in the air-conditioned car is also due to your fucking mother can figure it out!"

Yes, the sleeping cars are air-conditioned, and the people are not as dense as the hard-seat cars. It will even feel cold after a long time. Some people will choose to wear a coat when they get on the car. How can heat stroke be caused?

As soon as the spectacled male voice fell, the people in the carriage were relieved and finally understood what was strange.

Snapped!

But at this moment, the scene of people's eye-popping suddenly appeared, Ye Feng suddenly raised his hand, his forehand and backhand changed, and slapped his glasses. In the pile.

Annoyed?

The crowd was ignorant, and no one thought that Ye Feng would suddenly hit someone.

"you……"

The spectacled man was also stunned, and after a while, he touched the hot face, his anger was unstoppable.

"Does it hurt?"

Ye Feng smiled faintly, and then said: "You know, this is the pain in the heart of the person who was misdiagnosed by you; it is also the pain in the heart of the teachers who taught you to see you like this!

"You can't get heatstroke in the air-conditioned carriage? It's really a big joke in the world. You said she was typhoid fever, nothing more than watching her with high fever but no sweat, hands and feet trembling! But did your teacher at Tongren Medical University never teach you, there is In the case of heatstroke, it happens to be high fever without sweat, and trembling hands and feet? And haven’t you heard that the blue sky is like the face of a typhoid patient? Is her face blue?"

Word by word, although the tone was dull, it was like a powerful spear, which was in the middle of the heart of the glasses man, and he stepped back step by step.

A swollen red face instantly paled, and the palms and feet were covered with a layer of wet sweat.

At the same time, Ye Feng continued to say lightly: "But I think you can't think of a heat stroke situation that will cause this symptom at the level of one bottle of dissatisfaction and half a bottle of sloshing. Then I will show you compassion and tell you Okay. Remember, this is called non-laboratory fever!"

(End of this chapter)