Supreme Medicinal God

"Wake up, Mr. Bill speaks, he wakes up from a coma!"

"Heaven, the magical Ye Feng, the magical Chinese medicine, the magical ancient civilization of the East!"

"Dear viewers, what Mr. Ye said before the game is not a big deal. He really let the people of San Francisco see a miracle and let the people of the whole country witness the miracle created by an ancient civilization!"

Seeing Bill's lips twitch, the photographer felt that his scalp seemed to be exploding, pinching the microphone, and madly amazed.

Wake up a deeply comatose vegetative, this is a miracle of medical history!

What's even more amazing is that Ye Feng does not rely on advanced technological methods, but a simple pair of hands and a few needles. This simple and clever method cannot help but make people feel unbelievable.

Since Bill's first statement after he was awake was'I was wrong', it means that he didn't save him this time.

After hearing Bill's words, Ye Feng nodded with satisfaction.

A person is not a sage, but he can do nothing, but as long as he knows what he can do to correct it, he is still very good. Since things can't be recovered, he is willing to give Bill a chance to make up.

"Mr. Ye, thank you. I will honor the promise I made to you. I will inform the media of the entanglement between my father and Parker later and donate my equity to the charity fund."

Catherine heard her father's voice and covered her mouth excitedly. After tears wept like broken lines, she bowed a standard ninety degree bow to Ye Feng, and then said sincerely.

Ye Feng nodded slightly, then walked to Bill's bed, put his hand on his pulse gate, and began to pulse again.

"Ye Feng, does Mr. Bill have any questions?"

Seeing Ye Feng's move, Dr. Howson asked nervously.

Although Bill has returned to normal and is awake, what if there is any sequelae?

"It's okay, I'm just confirming his physical condition now." Ye Feng replied casually.

In fact, Bill is now completely awake from coma. The reason why he cannot sit up and talk and open his eyes is because his body is accustomed to the state of coma and the weakness after being in bed for more than half a year. What's the pulse?

But for Ye Feng, the reason he shot Bill this time was to use this opportunity to conquer the American people with Chinese medicine and let the world know how magical this ancient medical technique is.

At this moment everything is still on the air. Since someone advertises for free, he can miss such a good opportunity.

"God, Mr. Ye is really attentive. After he cured Mr. Bill, he did not take pride in himself at all, but was still carefully diagnosing the patient!"

"He's really handsome when he closes his eyes and diagnoses the pulse. I'm going to be amazed by him!"

It has to be said that a handsome young man sits quietly in front of the bed and looks at the pulse. Such a picture is so lethal that it can be said to be unparalleled.

I don't know how many girls, because of this scene, eyes popped pink bubbles.

The photographer's eyes were fast, and he immediately photographed Ye Feng's silhouette at the moment, ready to be used as the headline of tomorrow.

Even Ye Feng didn't think that after many years, the Chinese medicine hall on the streets of Miguo Street used the silhouette of this photo as a trademark to indicate that he is the orthodox inheritance of Chinese medicine.

When the photographer who took this photo sold the film at an auction many years later, it was received by a buyer at a price of 100 million yuan, making this photo history. The most expensive photo.

After a long time, when Ye Feng felt that he would continue to give Bill a pulse, he was afraid that he would be overwhelmed and would be struck by thunder. Then Shi Shiran got up and opened the ward door and went out.

"Ye Feng!"

"Ye! Great Ye! Miracle kid!"

As soon as he walked out of the ward, he was greeted by deafening applause.

Whether it is an American who longed for Huaxia culture or an American who has a prejudiced view of China, after witnessing Ye Feng's methods with his own eyes, he expressed his admiration for his behavior with applause.

The sound was so loud and continuous that I almost wanted to collapse the ceiling.

"The hospital is a quiet place. Although I enjoy this applause very well, we better not interfere with the rest of other patients." Ye Feng waved his hand with a smile, instructing the people not to applaud, glanced, and fell into the crowd. The white, lurking eyes of Ryan smiled and said: "Mr. Ryan, I don't know if my performance just now can stand the word miracle?"

In order to prevent Ryan and the audience in the audience from understanding, gentle and natural, he translated all the words that Ye Feng said.

Ryan looked at Ye Feng awkwardly and opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Before Ye Feng treated him, he stomped on it madly and despised Hua Xia medicine. But now, Ye Feng has proved to him how profound and profound Hua Xia medicine is.

In front of the hard facts, the words he had said before were like slaps on the face, one after another heavy on his cheek, so that he could not find a ground seam to get in.

Damn Ye Feng, damn Huaxia, why is this ancient country so mysterious?

While laughing, he was hiding from the crowd while cursing in his heart.

Want to go?So much to insult the young man, it is not too cheap to let you go like this!

However, the young man does not kill you first, just let you suffer a little bit, so in this way, it is not too bad to teach!

Seeing that, Ye Feng smiled coldly, and his eyes quickly fell on a patient with many pustules on his face. He endured nausea and operated with mana. After gently patting his shoulder, he pulled the disease off. , Invested in Ryan.

"Ah, my face! Why is my face so itchy?"

It was only a blink of an eye, and the big pustules quickly covered Ryan's cheeks. The heart-pickling itch made it difficult for him to stretch out his hands and scratch his cheeks.

Fingertips crossed, sharp nails pierced the pustule, and disgusting yellow water mixed with blood flowed to his face.

"What's wrong with my face?" At the same time, the pustule patient also surprised his face with surprise, shocked.

what 's wrong?

The crowd in the hallway had been dumbfounded and couldn't understand why the one-minute effort, like God playing a face-changing game in front of everyone, actually transferred the patient's condition to Ryan.

Isn't even God favoring this Chinese kid who symbolizes a miracle, and no one is allowed to insult him!

In an instant, a thought came out of everyone's mind, and his eyes became more fiery!

(End of this chapter)