I Can Copy All the Skills

　　 Zhuang Lingfeng drove to the nearest hospital, Jiangzhou People’s Hospital, and when he was on the way, he called the dean and asked them to arrange for him to be checked immediately.

　　 He is also the principal of Jiang University of Science and Technology anyway. The hospital is selling his face. After he arrives at the hospital, he will be examined immediately.

　　 The result came out soon.

　　 "President Zhuang, you really have a tumor in your brain. Moreover, it is not small anymore." Upon receiving a call from Zhuang Lingfeng, the dean personally arranged for him to be examined by a brain specialist, Dr. Tong, hired from abroad.

　　 Looking at the examination results, Dr. Tong's brows wrinkled tightly.

　　 "What? I really have a tumor in my brain?" Zhuang Lingfeng looked at the photo, completely stunned.

　　 After a while, his hands and feet trembled and said, "Tong...Dr. Tong, will my tumor threaten my life? If it is removed by surgery, how much risk is there?"

After studying for a while, Dr. Tong said with a bitter expression: "Principal Zhuang, this tumor of yours has already begun to oppress your nerves. It must be removed as soon as possible, otherwise, you can only hold on for a year at most."

"Fortunately, you discovered it in time. If you do the operation now, I am 30% sure. The top experts in China should have a 50% success rate. If you go abroad, find the top The doctor’s success rate for this operation can reach 60%. If it is discovered a month later, even the top doctors abroad, I’m afraid I’m not even 10% sure of it.”

　　 Zhuang Lingfeng said with a pale face: "Even if you go abroad and find the top doctors, there is only a 60% success rate? In other words, there is a high probability of failure?"

　　 "Yes, and even if the operation is successful, there will be any sequelae in the future. It is unknown. President Zhuang, you also study medicine, you should know the difficulty of performing surgery in your mind."

　　 "If Western medicine can't help it, then, Dr. Tong, what do you think of Chinese medicine?" Zhuang Lingfeng suddenly thought of Guhong and Yin Jing.

　　 Dr. Tong shook his head: "Chinese medicine? With all due respect, Chinese medicine is just pretending to be a ghost and treating diseases? They are not good at it."

　　 Zhuang Lingfeng raised his head and looked at Dr. Tong, "However, my tumor is a Chinese medicine doctor, which can be seen with the naked eye."

"What? How is this possible? With the naked eye, you can see that you have a tumor? It is absolutely impossible...A Fantastic Night, nothing more than a Fantastic Night..." Dr. Tong doesn't believe it, human eyes can be more accurate than instruments. .

　　 "But, this is the truth."

　　 Zhuang Lingfeng was desperate, and a glimmer of hope surged. Without looking back, he drove to "Ziyunxuan".

　　 And before and after, it was only twenty minutes.

　　 "Yin...Dr. Yin, I beg you, please help me..." After pushing the door open, Zhuang Lingfeng knelt in front of Yin Jing.

　　 "Xiao Zhuang, you...what's the matter with you...? Isn't it...no?" Chen Ping's expression was a little unnatural. Like Zhuang Lingfeng, she actually didn't believe in Yin Jing.

　　 But Zhuang Lingfeng's performance before and after, the contrast is too great.

"Professor Chen, I went to the hospital for an examination just now, and there is really a tumor in my brain. The doctor said that he wants to remove the tumor in my brain. In China, the operation success rate is only 40% at most. Even if you go abroad and find the top doctors for surgery, only 60% of them are."

　　 "Doctor Yin, I don't want to die yet, I beg you to help me. I'm not welcome just now, it's my fault, I beg you..."

　　 As he talked, Zhuang Lingfeng was a little incoherent, and his nose and tears were very miserable.

　　 Chen Ping opened her mouth wide, and looked at Yin Jing in horror. This little uncle is so powerful that she can tell that she has a tumor with the naked eye?

　　 Is he really better than Master Gu Hong?

　　 "Brother, is there a way for you to have a brain tumor?" Yin Jing did not directly agree to Zhuang Lingfeng, but instead asked Gu Hong instead.

Gu Hong shook his head and said: "If it is prescribed medicine, it can only relieve it, and it is of little use. Moreover, the rate of relief is not as fast as it spreads. If you want to get rid of the tumor, you can only use acupuncture, but I don’t There is no certainty..."

　　 Zhuang Lingfeng's face showed a miserable color, and a heart fell straight down in an instant.

　　 Even Senior Guhong can’t do anything, then am I...

　　 Is it really only possible to go abroad?

　　 However, once he goes abroad to see a top doctor, it will not be a day or two. I am afraid that he will have to step down as the president of Jiangke University.

　　 At the same time, it is impossible for him to have higher achievements in his lifetime.

　　 There is a radish and a pit in the country, even if he is cured, he will no longer have his place.

　　 Yin Jing thought for a while and said slowly: "Principal Zhuang, I can treat your tumor, but with my skill, it may take three times to completely remove your tumor."

　　 "What? Complete removal?" Zhuang Lingfeng was a little stunned, even suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

　　 and lonely, showing an incredible expression: "Brother, can you really remove the tumor in Xiao Zhuang's brain?"

　　 "Yes, but it's a waste of my skill. Therefore, I have to divide it three times to clear it. If I have the skill of a senior, one time is enough."

　　 Actually, the tumor in Zhuang Lingfeng's brain is not big. It is just the birthplace and it is difficult to perform surgery. If Western medicine is used, a craniotomy is required, which is very risky.

　　 "Really? Doctor Yin, thank you, thank you..." Zhuang Lingfeng gave birth to a glimmer of hope, but at this moment he is still very nervous. After all, before he is cured, everything is still unknown.

　　 Zhuang Lingfeng also wanted Yin Jing to treat him now, but considering that everyone sat down and hadn’t eaten yet, this is a bit inappropriate.

　　 But Yin Jing also said: "Dean Zhuang, it should not be too late. After we have eaten, we will go to Professor Fang's house or go to the hospital. I will give you acupuncture."

　　 "Okay, okay, thank you so much..." Zhuang Lingfeng was very grateful. He had only been the principal for a few years, and he still wanted to show his strength.

　　 If it weren't for Yin Jing, he still didn't know that he had a tumor in his brain. When he found it naturally, he might really be exhausted.

　　 "Dad, Mom, Uncle Shi..." Not long after, a middle-aged couple walked away, with a man with a Chinese character and a face of righteousness, looking very similar to Fang Tianze.

　　 The woman is about 37 or 18 years old, wearing a pair of black glasses and wearing professional attire, very capable.

　　 Fang Tianze stood up immediately and said, "Qiming, Wan'er, come, let me introduce to you, this is my little uncle, that is, your little uncle..."

　　 "What?" Fang Qiming and Tang Wan'er frowned almost at the same time. One of them was the number one leader of Jiangzhou City and the other was the number one in education.

　　 The two looked at each other, and they both felt like a throat.