The Genius

three months?

Hearing Ye Tianlong's words, Zhao did not look surprised or sad. He was as calm as ever, showing his open-minded attitude towards life and death.

"You are very direct. No one ever told me that. They all said that I don't have to worry. My condition is under control and my health is improving."

Emperor Zhao's eyes fell on Ye Tianlong's face: "your words are cruel and true, but I like them."

"I don't have to worry about it. I can leave a lot of schedule in three months."

He reached out and picked up a cup of tea beside him: "and your diagnosis is equivalent to giving me a sentence, which makes me put down my heart for many days."

"For a death penalty, the most frightening thing is not to know when to die, but to never know when to die."

Zhao ditian remake Ye Tianlong twice. There is no struggle and pain on his face. He is still calm and calm: "thank you."

"Mr. Zhao, I only said half of what I said just now, and I haven't finished half of it."

Ye Tianlong said with a smile: "in the eyes of other doctors, you only have three months, but here I am, you have at least five years of life."

"I can treat all the internal and external injuries on your body. It just takes a while."

His voice was full of confidence: "if you are willing to believe me unconditionally, I will let you through this difficulty."

"Can you keep me going for five years?"

Zhao ditian stopped holding his tea cup, looked at Ye Tianlong and said with a smile, "you didn't mean to make me happy, did you? Is that what Yuanjia or brothel asked you to say? "

Ye Tianlong shook his head: "no!"

"Well, tell me, what is my real fatal disease?"

The old man said with a warm smile: "they have been checking for a long time, but there is no final conclusion. If you can tell me the fatal cause of the disease, I will believe you."

Ye Tianlong did not hesitate. He looked at the old man calmly and told him, "Mr. Zhao, you really have two fatal diseases."

"It's not your visible injuries, it's not their internal injuries."

He made a judgment: "one is that you have chronic toxins, the other is that your body is overdrawn."

Zhao Dingtian narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "it sounds like a bit of Daoxing, but can you be more specific?"

"Of course, if you don't have any strength, how can you cheat in the world? No, practicing medicine in the world."

Ye Tianlong sent out a burst of hearty laughter: "I can be more specific, but now is not the time, wait until I get rid of your red spots."

"Here comes Mr. Zhao, Tianlong, Baozi and dough."

Almost as ye Tianlong's voice fell, Zhan Qinglou, Lu Yuanjia and Qin Tianhe appeared.

Lu Yuanjia holds a basin with dough in it, and Zhan Qinglou holds a steamer with ten cabbage buns on it. It's warm.

Qin Tianhe is empty handed, eyes full of curiosity, there is no doubt that he came to see the bustle: "Tianlong, what do you want steamed stuffed buns for?"

Lu Yuanjia also looks at Ye Tianlong curiously, he is to get optimistic news just dare to come over.

"Doctor ye, the steamed buns and the dough are here. I made them by myself, and the quality is absolutely guaranteed."

Zhan Qinglou's forehead is crystal clear. Obviously, she has made some efforts. She looks at Ye Tianlong and asks eagerly, "what's the next step?"

Although the three people have different forms, they all capture a common situation, that is, Zhao ditian is in good condition, and obviously he has a good chat with Ye Tianlong.

Ye Tianlong smiles at Lu Yuanjia: "general, you have a big hand. You can make thirty balls of dough."

Lu Yuanjia didn't talk nonsense. He put down the basin, washed his hands, and squeezed the sticky dough into one ball after another

"Tianlong, what do you want dough for? What does Lao Zhao's illness have to do with it? "

Qin Tianhe was confused: "and this bun? Drug guide or physical therapy

Ye Tianlong asked Zhan Qinglou to put the steamer on the table, then washed his hands, opened the white cloth, picked up a steamed bun, put it into his mouth and bit it:

"steamed bun, of course, is for eating."

With a touch of complaint, ye Tianlong said, "I flew to the capital all night, and then came here nonstop. I didn't have breakfast in the morning."

"You don't ask me if I'm hungry. You just ask me to see doctor Zhao. I'm sorry to say I'm hungry, so I have to steam some steamed buns."

"It's delicious. The skin is thin and the meat is fresh. Sister brothel has really worked hard."

He also gave Zhao ditian one: "Mr. Zhao, you can have one too, to increase your physical strength."

Zhan Qinglou and Lu Yuanjia almost hit the wall together. Shit! I've been busy for so long, so why does Da Xuanji want to eat breakfast?

Qin Tianhe, who poured his own tea, almost spewed out tea.

But Zhao didian didn't get angry at all. Instead, he laughed and took over the steamed stuffed bun happily: "Ye Tianlong, you are really a living treasure."

Then he looked at Zhan brothel and said with a smile, "Yuanjia, brothel, you are eager to save people and understand, but you also need to take care of the doctors to eat.""The doctors outside, they didn't eat, did they? Let them stop and go to the dining room to have a good meal. "

Zhan Qinglou responded respectfully: "yes!" She took out the phone and quickly sent out the instructions.

Although it's a bit depressing to be put together by Ye Tianlong, Zhan Qinglou is very happy to see Zhao ditian so happy.

Lu Yuanjia looked at the flour in the basin and asked, "these..."

"When Mr. Zhao eats this bun, you use these dough balls to roll the red spots on Mr. Zhao."

Ye Tianlong bit into a bun: "a place with a ball, can not be reused."

Lu Yuanjia quickly kneaded the remaining flour into a ball. A bloody general was as docile and obedient as a sheep.

Five minutes later, after eating steamed stuffed buns and drinking half a cup of tea, Zhao Di Tian said with a smile: "come on, let's see the little miracle doctor's method."

Qin Tianhe felt his bald head and said, "although I don't know what he meant, I still think he is reliable. Let me help him."

Qin Tianhe and Lu Yuanjia are quick to move. According to Ye Tianlong's instructions, they take the ball and roll over the red spots

Zhan Qinglou stood at the door and dodged, looking more or less excited. At this time, a phone rang in her arms, and she put on an earplug and whispered, "Hello!"

There was a soft voice in his ear: "what's the matter with Mr. Zhao?"

In a low voice, Zhan Qinglou said, "it's being treated. It seems that there is hope."

The other end of the phone hesitated and asked, "is he here?"

Zhan Qinglou didn't hide: "it's him!"

Then she added, "you don't have to worry about things at home. I'll take care of them. You can finish your task."

On the other end of the phone, he let out a hum, then hung up. Zhan Qinglou sighed: "injustice."