The god-level son-in-law of the female president

But after a while, the poisonous spot was agitated, a flash of bright red flashed, and it erupted directly.

Ye Huan had been prepared for a long time, holding a white cloth to block the poison spot.

The white cloth was soon dyed black and red, and Ye Huan threw it into the trash can.

At this time, the poison spots also disappeared, and the old man's complexion gradually turned rosy.

Ye Huan took back the silver needle and said, "I'll prescribe a prescription, and after a few days of treatment, the patient will be fine."

The woman was overjoyed and knelt down to Ye Huan without hesitation.

"Thank you master, you are truly a genius doctor, I must send you a pennant."

After receiving the medicinal materials, the women and others left happily.

Zhao Haitang said with emotion: "Doctor Ye, your medical skills are really amazing!"

At this moment, he no longer has any doubts in his heart, but a little bit of shame in his heart!

He judges people by their cover!

Although Mr. Ye is young, his medical skills are top-notch!

The skill of acupuncture and moxibustion that came at his fingertips made him overwhelmed!

Zhao Haitang ordered: "Change the seat for Mr. Ye! Change it to a pineapple armchair!"

The apprentice said with a shocked face: "Doctor Zhao, this is the treatment only Hall Master Hu can have..."

Zhao Haitang said with a stern face: "Mr. Ye's medical skills are not necessarily inferior to Master's!"

"According to Master, it is estimated that Mr. Ye will be allowed to sit in Chunyuan Hall temporarily, and the treatment must be high!"

The apprentice hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll move Mr. Ye's seat right now."

Ye Huan smiled and said, "Then I'll have to thank Dr. Zhao."

Zhao Haitang looked admiring: "Mr. Ye can afford it!"

"There are a lot of patients these days, thank you for your help!"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Ye Huan sat on the pineapple wooden chair and continued to diagnose and treat patients.

He can identify patients at a glance, is very efficient, and the diagnosis and treatment results are surprisingly good.

The patients who came in one after another were all impressed by Ye Huan's medical skills, and quickly formed a long queue.

The apprentice stood beside Ye Huan, and he temporarily became Ye Huan's assistant.

"When the hall master is here, there may not be so many people queuing up..."

With emotion in his heart, he looked at Ye Huan with even more awe!

"Doctor, my name is Tu Haifeng. I've been sweating a lot lately. Please help me!"

A thin, short-haired man lined up and sat down in front of Ye Huan, spreading his hands on the table.

"It's actually Lianjiazi..."

Ye Huan glanced at the calluses on the man's hands, and immediately guessed his identity.

This kind of callus can only be formed by holding a knife and practicing martial arts for many years.

"This person is not simple..." Ye Huan frowned.

In addition to calluses, he also found that the man's breathing was regular and weak, not short at all.

This is not a symptom of a sick person.

"Are you pretending to be sick..." Ye Huan's face remained unchanged.

After stretching out his pulse, Ye Huan pretended to be relaxed and said:

"You probably caught a cold recently, and you're a little weak, just prescribe a prescription to recuperate."

Tu Haifeng said with a bitter face: "Rehabilitation? Isn't that too long?"

"I'm a long-distance driver, and I'm often on the go, so I don't have time to make medicine."

"Doctor, how about this? I think your acupuncture seems to be very powerful. How about you give me two strokes to help me drive away the cold."

Ye Huan raised his eyebrows: "Alright, go to the hospital bed and lie down."

Tu Haifeng smiled openly: "Okay, then Master Lao is here!

The group of people lining up behind them looked reluctant.

"What are you doing, can you hurry up?"

"That's right, can't you just take medicine, you have to have acupuncture."

Ye Huan comforted them a bit, comforted everyone, and led Tu Haifeng to the hospital bed beside him.

Tu Haifeng leaned on the hospital bed, packed his clothes, and let Ye Huan administer the needles.

Ye Huan administered a few injections, just following the normal route to regulate meridians for Tu Haifeng.

Many patients poked their heads out and looked curiously at Ye Huan performing acupuncture.

Some of them came after hearing the gimmick, but they didn't know much about Ye Huan's medical skills.

Ye Huan made a move now, and they were also looking forward to the effect.

"what--"

Just then, Tu Haifeng groaned in pain, opened his eyes wide, and fell stiffly on the hospital bed.

He pointed weakly at Ye Huan, his throat seemed to be stuck, and he said tremblingly:

"You quack doctor, my stomach hurts so much, I'm going to die..."

After finishing speaking, Tu Haifeng's arm dropped and hit the edge of the bed with a "bang", and passed out completely.

"Dead! Hurry up and help!"

Seeing this, the patients in line backed away with horror on their faces.

Many timid female patients screamed again and again, frightened by Tu Haifeng's "death".

There were also people who looked rejoicing, luckily they didn't wait for Ye Huan to make a diagnosis and treatment, otherwise there would be no reason to lose their lives.

Some patients outside the door heard the commotion, and gathered around one after another, with disbelief on their faces.

The famous Chunyuantang has never healed anyone, and it has set a precedent today!

Zhao Haitang rushed over quickly: "Be quiet, everyone be quiet!"

"Our Chunyuantang will be responsible for every patient to the end! This patient may just be in a coma, not dead!"

With that said, Zhao Haitang leaned over to diagnose Tu Haifeng's pulse.

He believed in Ye Huan's medical skills, and there would be no problems with this patient.

About ten seconds passed, but his complexion became more serious, and finally turned pale, unable to speak.

"This...how is this possible!" He was inexplicably horrified!

In this patient, the pulse disappeared!

Could it be that he really died?

Seeing his appearance, everyone didn't understand the situation.

A patient gritted his teeth and boldly stepped forward to measure Tu Haifeng's breath and heartbeat.

"He's dead! Really dead!" The patient said in horror!

As soon as these words came out, the noisy Chunyuan Hall fell silent instantly, and even the air seemed stagnant.

Many people's faces were pale, and there was only one thought in their minds.

Get out of here quickly!

Who would dare to see a doctor in a place where the dead can be cured!

Some patients stared at Ye Huan, eyes full of anger and doubt!

It was this young man who put the sick man to death!

This kind of doctor who treats human life like nothing should sacrifice his life for his life!

Zhao Haitang remained silent, his face covered with cold sweat.

He doesn't even know what to do!

If this matter is not resolved, Chunyuantang will close down immediately!

At that time, how will he explain to Master?

Ye Huan calmly took Tu Haifeng's pulse again.

There was a playful look in his eyes.

"It's really interesting, it's actually the Turtle Breathing Technique... It seems that this guy came prepared."

Ye Huan looked at Zhao Haitang, smiled and comforted him:

"Don't worry, Dr. Zhao, everything will be fine, the golden signboard of Chunyuantang hasn't been smashed yet."

Zhao Haitang was stunned: "Mr. Ye, do you have any countermeasures?"

Before Ye Huan could speak, many patients began to curse.

"You quack doctor, you can still laugh, do you have the right to laugh?"

"It's really disgusting to kill someone and still look heartless!"