Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 272 will not be responsible
After finishing speaking, Zhao Yifan didn't bother to pay attention to the thoughts of Mr. Song and others, and walked to the room where Yang Zhiyuan was.

"Wake him up?"

Dr. Joseph came back to his senses, hurriedly followed behind Zhao Yifan, and said anxiously, "Sir, you can't touch Mr. Yang now. He just finished taking the medicine, and he is currently sleeping and waiting for the medicine to take effect."

Mr. Lin and the others quickly followed.

"Are you Dr. Joseph?"

Zhao Yifan glanced at him, and smiled faintly, "Don't worry, I'm also a doctor, and I know it well." Then, he looked at Yang Zhiyuan who was on the hospital bed.

He was a little excited.

This brother from the same school has only heard about it from the master, but he has never seen it.

Later, one after another, I heard Mr. Lin, Wang Jian, and Wei Gongming and others mentioned the matter of the senior brother.

In Zhao Yifan's imagination, the senior brother should be burly and tall, with strong bones, high spirits, and bold and unrestrained.

However, Yang Zhiyuan, who was lying on the hospital bed, was haggard and pale, with a thin figure, gray hair, and faintly visible age spots on his face.

It looks a little ordinary, and even more ordinary.

In the drowsiness, Yang Zhiyuan still frowned, as if he was enduring the pain.

Zhao Yifan came to his senses, walked to the bedside, stretched out three fingers, rested on Yang Zhiyuan's pulse, and while observing his pulse, released a burst of spiritual energy to carefully examine the situation in Yang Zhiyuan's body.

"...It's useless, sir."

Dr. Joseph shrugged his shoulders when he saw this, and explained kindly: "Mr. Yang was injured decades ago, and his organs were damaged. Fortunately, Mr. Yang said that he knows Chinese Kung Fu, and he used Kung Fu to control the injury. , However, it can only be controlled, and there is no way to completely cure it.”

"Under Lin Tianxiong, what's your name?"

Mr. Lin came over and asked Zhao Yifan politely.

"Zhao Yifan."

Zhao Yifan said something casually, withdrew his hand, frowned and thought for a while, then stretched out his hand on Yang Zhiyuan's other wrist, and continued to take his pulse.

"Mr. Zhao, it's useless."

Dr. Joseph had already explained to Zhao Yifan just now, but seeing him still taking his own pulse there, he suddenly felt neglected, and said with a frown, "I know what Chinese Chinese medicine people pay attention to, and I have seen it before. I have used your method of diagnosing the condition, but unfortunately, I think it is impossible for you to diagnose Mr. Yang's condition from the so-called 'pulse condition' of your Chinese medicine practitioners."

"Doctor Joseph, that may not be the case."

Zhao Yifan withdrew his hand, this time he can be sure that the senior is not "ill", but "into the body", no wonder Doctor Joseph said that the senior used "Chinese Kungfu" to suppress the injury, presumably it was the senior who found it for him reason.

After glancing at Dr. Joseph, Zhao Yifan said softly, "I'm sorry, Dr. Joseph, I think I've found the cause of the illness."

"Oh?"

Dr. Joseph was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at Zhao Yifan suspiciously: "Really? Then tell me, what is Mr. Yang's illness?"

"If I'm not wrong, Dr. Joseph, your diagnosis should be that the heart valve is damaged or the heart muscle is damaged, right?"

Zhao Yifan shrugged.

"what?"

Doctor Joseph's body shook, and he couldn't hide the surprise on his face. He said in a low voice, "How did you know?" Yang Zhiyuan's organs were damaged, and this kind of disease is impossible to do only by relying on the eyes and feeling the pulse.

It must be diagnosed with a combination of instrumental scans and blood tests!
"Of course I got the pulse out."

Zhao Yifan said something casually in disapproval.

Immediately, he frowned and pondered.

"Can you tell just by this?"

Doctor Joseph came back to his senses and was shocked. He tried to imitate Zhao Yifan's pulse, stretched out three fingers clumsily, and felt for Yang Zhiyuan's pulse out of curiosity. Apart from Yang Zhiyuan's pulse beating, there was no other useful information.

"Huaxia Kingdom is really a very mysterious place..."

Dr. Joseph thought to himself, indeed, his judgment of Yang Zhiyuan's condition was that the heart valves and myocardium were injured.

The function of the heart valve is to prevent the reverse flow of blood. Once the heart valve is damaged, the worst result is cardiac insufficiency, which in turn causes systemic blood circulation disorders.

Myocardial damage is more likely to cause myocardial infarction.

Dr. Joseph has always been very curious, what kind of injury did Yang Zhiyuan suffer back then, which caused these two diseases?

Of course, what he was most curious about was the power of Huaxia Kungfu.

It was so abrupt that Yang Zhiyuan dragged it on for decades... If it was another person, he probably suffered from blood disease or myocardial infarction.

"Mr. Zhao."

Lin Tianxiong also called Zhao Yifan like Dr. Joseph. He waited for a while, saw Zhao Yifan's brows stretched, hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Do you really think that Brother Yang's illness is caused by damaged heart valves?"

Zhao Yifan couldn't help laughing, and said softly: "Mr. Lin, how is this possible? What I told Dr. Joseph just now was just his judgment. My brother didn't have this disease at all."

"Oh?"

Dr. Joseph was confused when he heard it—fortunately, he also understands some Chinese, otherwise he would not know what Zhao Yifan was talking about, "Mr. ? Why did you change your mind and say no now? I have diagnosed him before, and he clearly has these two diseases."

Zhao Yifan waved his hand, and didn't bother to talk so much with Dr. Joseph, so he said to Lin Tianxiong, "I've already figured out how to treat my brother's condition. Let's wake him up first, and let's find another place to discuss it."

"No!"

When Dr. Joseph heard this, he immediately stood in front of Zhao Yifan, shook his head vigorously, and said firmly, "Mr. Zhao, as Mr. Yang's attending doctor, you can't change my treatment plan without my consent."

However, Lin Tianxiong knew it in his heart. In fact, he knew very well that what Yang Zhiyuan suffered from was not a disease at all, but was infected by the Dongfang family's Gu several decades ago.

Over the years, Yang Zhiyuan has been suppressing the Gu in his body with his cultivation, but he has no way to deal with it.

Zhao Yifan obviously also saw the key reason.

Now, Lin Tianxiong believed a little more in his heart.

After all, he also knew that the Dan Fu Sect started from a doctor.

"Doctor Joseph."

Lin Tianxiong said politely to Dr. Joseph, "We agree with Mr. Zhao's approach."

"No, Mr. Lin."

Dr. Joseph shook his head and insisted: "I am Mr. Yang's attending doctor. No matter who you are, if you want to change the plan without authorization and use your method for treatment, you must get my consent." Zhao Yifan, "Mr. Zhao, you are also a doctor, so you must understand this rule."

Indeed, in the medical system, there has always been the practice of being responsible for the first visit.

When a patient goes to see a doctor, the first doctor who sees him is the first doctor. If another doctor proposes a different treatment plan, it must be approved by the first doctor.

"Besides, Mr. Yang's illness is not an ordinary illness. His condition is very difficult and complicated."

In order to let them get rid of this "unreliable" idea, Dr. Joseph thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "If you treat carelessly or use medicines, it may cause myocardial infarction and cause irreparable consequences. Better think about it!"

"Okay, I will be responsible for the consequences, okay?"

Zhao Yifan frowned and said softly.

"Bullshit!"

Dr. Joseph was a little upset. He had said it so clearly, but this young man wanted to try, "Mr. Zhao, this is a matter of life and death. You are responsible for the consequences? Can you take responsibility?" ?”

Then, he turned his head and said to Lin Tianxiong dissatisfied: "Mr. Lin, you decide! If you agree to allow this young man to be treated, then I have nothing to say, but if there is an accident, I will not take responsibility." Any responsibility!"

"This……"

Lin Tianxiong was also a little hesitant. He had never seen Zhao Yifan's medical skills, but he also knew that Yang Zhiyuan's "Gu" simply used medical skills, which didn't seem to have much effect, and if he used the methods of a practitioner, it seemed that he could useless.

It is only possible to trap the "Gu" with spiritual energy, but it cannot be forced out of the body.

Otherwise, it would not be delayed until today.

At this moment, Yang Zhiyuan on the hospital bed suddenly twitched without warning, and the equipment next to him immediately issued a sharp alarm sound.

"Doctor Joseph, what happened?"

Lin Tianxiong was startled immediately.

Dr. Joseph glanced at the information displayed on the instrument, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted: "Mr. Yang's heart rate has decreased, you go away, I have to rescue him quickly..."

"Step aside!"

Zhao Yifan's expression also changed. When he was feeling the pulse just now, he already knew that there was a "Gu" in Yang Zhiyuan's body, and this "Gu" was lurking near the heart. Judging from the injury of his internal organs, this "Gu" Gu" should have been slowly biting his internal organs.

But I don't know what kind of medicine Dr. Joseph used, which caused the "Gu" to temporarily seem to be in a coma.

Right now, the Gu must have woken up and continued to attack Yang Zhiyuan.

Zhao Yifan unceremoniously pushed Dr. Joseph aside.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Doctor Joseph looked at Zhao Yifan angrily: "Let me tell you, Mr. Yang is very dangerous now..."

"shut up!"

Zhao Yifan snorted coldly, turned one hand over, and opened it to Dr. Joseph, Lin Xiaotian and others.

Suddenly, there was a powerful force in the Nether Void, pushing Dr. Joseph, Lin Tianxiong and others to the outside.

Bang bang bang.

Everyone retreated again and again, unable to resist this force, and fell to the ground one after another.

Doctor Joseph's eyeballs were about to fall to the ground, and he looked at Zhao Yifan in horror. What did he do to him?
(End of this chapter)