Chapter 217

At this time, Jiangning was immersed in the treatment. He picked up silver needles again and stabbed Yan Shaoqiu's important meridians and acupoints like lightning.

He looked up with a little sweat on his forehead. "Lind, help me." He confessed and pointed to his forehead.

Dr. Wu was immediately blinded, not acupuncture, how to make people wipe sweat, he said very playfully, "it's really powerful, a few needles will sweat, I think you are guilty of a cold sweat."

Yan Linde did not care. He stood up, found a tissue and wiped the sweat on Jiangning's forehead. Soon, Jiangning leaned over again, holding a silver needle in his hand, and his arm trembled slightly.

Then Jiangning actually supported Yan Shaoqiu and sat up like this. When Yan Shaoqiu started to do it, he let go. But Yan Shaoqiu sat up like this, as if there was an invisible force dragging Yan Shaoqiu.

Jiangning's method was on Yan Shaoqiu's back, either beating or pinching. After more than ten minutes, he took out more than ten silver needles and stabbed Yan Shaoqiu again.

Before long, Yan Shaoqiu, who was sitting, had many silver needles on his body no matter on the front or on the back. The silver needles formed a pattern of yin and yang fish in the front and back, which seemed so magical.

Jiangning waved Yan Shaoqiu's instruments, including the ventilator, down.

Seeing this, Dr. Wu sneered, "don't you know that the patient's vital signs are all maintained by these instruments?"

He also looked at Jiangning with disdain and sighed, "we have all stopped this son from harming his father. If something happens to the patient, we can't blame him."

At this time, Yan Shaoqiu suddenly snorted again and frowned. Then Yan Shaoqiu spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Dr. Wu almost clapped with laughter. It was also said that it was treatment and hematemesis. If it wasn't for his identity as a doctor, he would have been really desperate to ridicule.

But he couldn't help it. He quickly stepped forward and said, "all this has nothing to do with our Dongshan sanatorium. Nurse, prepare for a shot in the arm. Let's see if we can save the patient."

"Alas, it's really a good disease to treat hematemesis," he looked at Yan Linde jokingly. "If the patient's family says no rescue, we'll give up, you know."

Yan Linde was a little dull. "Did I kill my father?" He was a little disappointed. It was clear that he believed in Jiangning, but in the present situation, his father vomited blood, which was an indisputable fact.

"Yes, you've finally got rid of your father." Dr. Wu sneered. There was an unspeakable irony in his voice.

Yan Linde suddenly felt like a vented ball. He suddenly collapsed on the ground and screamed incredulously, "father, father, save my father."

"OK, OK, if you really care about it, you won't find a liar to treat your father. It's funny to say that Chinese medicine is the only way to treat your father. Now the patient is in danger, it's all because of your wrong decision."

He sighed and sighed, "if I had known this, why did I have to do it at the beginning?" He looked up at Jiangning and waved impatiently, as if driving away a fly.

"I hate you swindlers. You can't cure diseases but harm people. Now we have to wipe our ass, really." He cursed and said, "when you say that yin and yang are harmonised to awaken the patient, you should awaken me to have a look."

All of a sudden, a groan was heard. Yan Shaoqiu on the bed opened his eyes and covered his head. "Where is this? What's wrong with me?"

He even woke up and began to speak. The cardiotonic needle in Dr. Wu's hand immediately fell to the ground. He walked forward and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

In front of him, Yan Shaoqiu really opened his eyes. He didn't hallucinate. He was dull for two seconds. "It's impossible!" He just screamed out.

At this time, Chen Lan came in with a bowl of medicine, and a strange fragrance immediately diffused in the airtight ward.

Chen Lan came over and scooped it with a spoon. The soup was very thick. "Husband, I don't know why, the soup will be like this, just like thickening."

"It's hard to explain to you, Lind. Feed your father a drink." Jiangning raised his hand behind Yan Shaoqiu and motioned Yan Linde to come up and support him.

Yan Linde was very excited. He quickly took over Jiangning's position. For a moment, he just looked at his father and didn't know what to say.

Several years later, my father finally opened his eyes. He had too many words, but when he really faced this moment, he could not say a word.

After a long time, he said, "Dad, you wake up." Then he left two lines of tears in his eyes.

Yan Shaoqiu had just woken up, his brain was still in a daze, but he knew his son. He raised his hand tremblingly, but when his hand was half raised, it dropped down.

"What's the matter, son?" His memory is still in the moment before coma, perhaps, that moment has become blurred, he just feels like he had a long, long dream.

Chen Lan hands the medicine to Yan Linde. Yan Linde takes it and carefully feeds it to Yan Shaoqiu. Only half a bowl goes down, Yan Shaoqiu's face turns ruddy.

Jiangning stepped forward and waved his hand over Yan Shaoqiu's silver needles. The silver needles trembled again. He was using Zhenyuan to help Yan Shaoqiu digest this bowl of medicine.

After a while, all the medicine was fed. Yan Shaoqiu just felt warm. Although he still had no strength, he felt very comfortable.

At this time, a voice rang out, "Lao Yan, what do you think of it now? Muscle atrophy can only be cured by medicated bath. After all, you have had a good sleep in this dream for six years. "

Yan Shaoqiu was shocked immediately. He turned his head and vaguely saw the familiar face. He raised his hand and knocked over the bowl in Yan Linde's hand.

He trembled step by step is very difficult to move out of the bed, behind Yan Linde is to help his father, "Dad, you slow down."

Yan Shaoqiu was two lines of tears immediately flowing down his cheek, "Mr. Jiang, how many years, I can really see you again, long time no see, are you ok?"