Chapter 258

Yang Fan's doctor profession has actually been activated for a long time.

It's just that apart from the occasional opportunity to use primary therapy, other medical skills have never been used.

He just told Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin that his medical skills were very ordinary. In fact, he was not modest and polite, but his medical skills were really ordinary.

His kitchen god profession has just been brushed to the level of kitchen god apprentice by him, with only 181 experience points.

In the profession of doctor, his medical experience is less than 30 o'clock, that is, he can only hang on the side of a doctor.

Such a level may be inferior to even a medical student in school. He pretends to be OK. If he really shows people a disease, he is a little scared.

Therefore, being watched so eagerly by Ms. Zhao Lin, Yang Fan smiled awkwardly and felt guilty.

He's really not as good as these people think.

The reason why Wang Yuansheng was poisoned just now is that more than half of them are actually blind, okay?

I shouldn't have talked too much just now!

Why can't you shut up when you start blowing cowhide?

It's a little swollen!

"I... Try my best!"

Yang Fan pretended to be calm, nervously stretched out his right hand and put his finger on Wang Yuansheng's wrist.

"You auscultate and explored the pulse for level 6 martial disciple Wang Yuansheng, further deepened your understanding of the vein of human Qi and blood, significantly improved your medical ability, medical skill + 5 and treatment effect + 1."

"You auscultate and explored the pulse for level 6 martial disciple Wang Yuansheng, further deepened your understanding of the vein of human Qi and blood, significantly improved your medical ability, medical skill + 5 and treatment effect + 1."

"You auscultate and explored the pulse for level 6 martial disciple Wang Yuansheng, further deepened your understanding of the vein of human Qi and blood, significantly improved your medical ability, medical skill + 5 and treatment effect + 1."

The three tone system prompts directly improved Yang Fan's 15 point medical ability and three-point treatment effect.

Yang Fan looked stunned. He didn't expect that he would have such a big unexpected harvest just by pretending to diagnose a pulse.

Although there are only three empirical effects, this is only for one person. If he diagnoses different patients several times and wants to brush his medical ability to the advanced level, wouldn't it be easy?

It's as simple as cooking!

Yang Fan could not help sighing softly. The experience of these deputies seems to be much simpler than the strength of Qi and blood and spiritual strength. As long as they are not lazy, they can easily brush their experience.

Safe, simple and painless.

If he wants to be a happy salted fish in the future, he can consider painting all these deputies and finding a safer city at will. Cats can live well. At least, they don't have to worry about food and drink.

With the increase of medical experience, Yang Fan suddenly had some common sense about medical skills in his mind. He felt that he was really more and more like a serious doctor.

Confidence quietly returns, and the momentum becomes more and more dignified. Maybe the cowhide just blown out may really come true.

"Come on, stretch out your tongue and have a look at the tongue fetus."

Wang Yuansheng stuck out his tongue according to the words, and Yang Fan looked down.

"You check the tongue fetus of level 6 martial apprentice Wang Yuansheng and find that he has weak Qi and blood and moisture entering the body. Your understanding of the Chinese medicine formula of looking for words is further deepened, and the medical skills are increased. The medical skills are + 5 and the treatment effect is + 1."

"When you look at Wang Yuansheng's complexion and eyes, you find that his essence and Qi are scattered and not gathered, and his complexion is dark and unclear. Your understanding of the formula of looking at words in traditional Chinese medicine is further deepened, and the medical skills are increased. The medical skills are + 5 and the treatment effect is + 1."

“……”

Yang Fan seemed to find the law and began to make all kinds of examinations around Wang Yuansheng, playing all the techniques of looking, smelling, asking, cutting and prescription and syndrome differentiation in traditional Chinese medicine.

Whether he will or not, as long as he makes the corresponding action, the system will give the corresponding experience reward. It's not too simple.

Soon, when Yang Fan's medical experience exceeded 100 points, he received the same systematic prompt as his cooking experience:

"Ding! Congratulations to the host. The medical skill value has reached 100 points. You have successfully won the professional title - doctor apprentice, medical skill + 10, professional level + 1. Current professional level: Doctor apprentice level 1 (1121000)."

The Deputy doctor has officially stepped into the normal track. The doctor apprentice level doesn't sound very good, but only Yang Fan knows that the doctor apprentice described by the system is much more powerful than ordinary serious doctors.

Just like his first-class apprentice of Kitchen God, the food made by Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin can be appreciated by local tyrants who have eaten almost all over the town hall, which is enough to illustrate the problem.

Yang Fan's real cooking skills are actually not inferior to many top cooking masters in the garrison. Otherwise, Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin would not be directly commensurate with the masters when they just met.

After being promoted to the level of doctor apprentice, Yang Fan basically couldn't get more medical experience from Wang Yuansheng, so he simply stopped all examinations and inquiries.

Gently he sat back in his seat. Yang Fan looked up confidently, glanced at Zheng Ba, looking forward to his Wang Zhihe and his wife, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, you two, I didn't find out the specific poison in the childe."

Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin looked dark at the same time. Unexpectedly, full of hope turned into disappointment again. Yang Fan couldn't see what poison it was.

"But what." Yang Fan's words turned and let Wang Zhihe and his wife's small heart lift up again. They couldn't help looking up at Yang Fan excitedly at the same time. Yang Fan continued: "although I don't know what poison it is, I have identified some characteristics of this poison. If it is treated, it may have a certain effect."

"Really?!"

"Seriously?!"

Wang Zhenghe and Zhao Lin asked at the same time, with surprise in their eyes.

Yang Fan nodded, raised his hand and patted Wang Yuansheng's little head, saying: "the little brother is actually a kind of hallucinogenic drug similar to nerve nature. Its own toxicity is not fatal, and it will not even directly cause any substantive damage to human body."

"But a little, it will hide in the patient's Qi and blood meridians and constantly send a false signal to the human body's central nerve, such as I am full and I am not hungry, to deceive the brain, so that the patient will unconsciously produce anorexia symptoms of decreased appetite and do not want to eat."

It's a strange poison, but it really exists in Wang Yuansheng's body.

Yang Fan didn't know whether he had accidentally attacked some kind of monster, or whether someone was deliberately using this poison to harm him.

None of this has anything to do with him. Now he only cares about how to remove this neurotoxin from his body.

Wang Zhihe's complexion was a meal. He seemed to hear some implied meanings of Yang Fan, and his eyes looked more or less gloomy.

But Zhao Lin didn't think so much. She begged Yang Fan: "I hope Mr. Yang can give me a good hand and remove this toxin for my baby as soon as possible!"

She doesn't care how rare this poison is. She only cares if Yang fan can detoxify Wang Yuansheng. Her son doesn't eat every day and can only hang a small life with miraculous medicine and blood. She looks very distressed.

As long as Wang Yuansheng can return to normal, she is willing to pay any price.

"Now I have two plans." Yang Fan said, "one is that I also use hypnosis to fight poison with poison, forcibly break the illusion in the childe's mind and let him regain his appetite for food."

"The other is to use a unique healing technique I learned in an ancient medical book to see if I can try to purify or expel this strange poison."

"Both methods are likely to be effective, and there are certain unexpected risks. You have the right to choose whether or not to let me rescue you."

Yang Fan looked at Wang Zheng and his wife and said, "don't rush to make a decision. Maybe you have better medical ways to go to zhenshoufu, or Jinghua City, Wudu district and federal central city. There are better medical conditions and more excellent doctors than me everywhere. Maybe you can go there and have a look."

Wang Zhenghe has a good identity. He should not be so ill and seek medical treatment. Therefore, Yang Fan judges that they may go to the garrison house to seek medical treatment.

If they really have a better choice, Yang Fan will never stop, let alone disagree. After all, the doctor is only his deputy, and he doesn't rely on this to make a living.

Of course, more importantly, Yang fan can't really guarantee that his treatment plan will be effective. If there are other options, he doesn't want to take this risk.

In case someone is cured for good or ill, medical trouble or something, it's terrible.

"To tell you the truth," Wang Zhenghe also saw the concerns in Yang Fan's heart and frankly said, "we're going to the town guard's house. We wanted to change the way to Beijing, where we have made an appointment with a famous doctor who is famous in the whole Federation."

"However, it's a long way to go to Beijing. Even if you take an intercontinental spaceship, it will take at least more than a month to get there. My wife and I have no problem, but Yuansheng is in this state, even if it's difficult to stay on the intercontinental spaceship for more than half a month."

"So, in fact, we are desperate." Wang Zhenghe said bitterly: "If we didn't happen to meet you today, we might go to the intercontinental spaceship to bet on Yuansheng's luck and see if he has a life to go to Beijing. Now, since you have a way, why should we give up the near and ask for the far and go to the dead end."

Zhao Lin was stunned and couldn't help but look at Wang Zhenghe with a surprised voice: "Wang Zhenghe! Didn't you tell me before that there was a risk in going to Beijing, but you could minimize the risk? Why now... You're lying to me! Right?!"

Wang Zhenghe smiled bitterly and apologized to Zhao Lin: "I'm afraid that my wife will be worried all the way, nothing will do no good, and it will affect the mood of the baby, so I've been hiding something. Please don't blame me."

Do they not want to go when they know that they will die?

It's impossible. Neither Wang Zhenghe nor Zhao Lin will give up his son's life so easily. Wang Zhenghe deliberately conceals the truth. He just doesn't want his wife to be too desperate and cry all day.

It's enough for him to bear some pain in the dark alone.

Zhao Lin's eyes suddenly turned red and her tears fell down. She looked at Wang Zhenghe painfully: "how can I blame you? If you don't tell me, I'm afraid I can't bear it. You know me, I'm timid and don't deal with things. If I knew the real situation of Yuansheng in advance, maybe Yuansheng hasn't had anything, I'd have fallen first."

"You can't sleep all night these days. You should be worried about this. You carry all the things alone. I look at it and feel sad."

As she spoke, Zhao Lin raised her hand and stroked Wang Zhenghe's face, and her tears flowed more.

"Mom doesn't cry, I'm fine, and dad is fine!"

Wang Yuansheng looked up at his mother and gently persuaded him that the little guy seemed to know his condition, but he was more calm than his mother.

Maybe it's because I'm too young to know what life and death are.

Wang Zheng stretched out his arms and hugged his daughter-in-law and son respectively. Then Zheng Sheng said to Yang Fan, "little brother, we all want the two schemes you said. You can do it. If it's worse, can it be more miserable than drifting and gambling on an intercontinental spaceship?"

Yang Fan nodded gently and was really moved by the three members of the family.

"Don't worry, Mr. and Mrs. Wang." Yang Fan said softly, "even if both schemes are invalid, don't forget that I'm still a good cook. With me, you can't be hungry. At least, you don't have to worry about his anorexia in a short time!"

Wang Zheng and Wen Yan looked very active, and a light flashed in their eyes.

Maybe he has a better way!

If Yang fan can't solve Yuansheng's poison, they may consider taking Yang Fan to the intercontinental spaceship.

With a chef like Yang Fan, making all kinds of delicious food for Yuansheng every day, it is bound to greatly improve the probability of Yuansheng's life arriving in Beijing.

As for whether Yang Fan would like to.

It is not in the scope of Wang Zhenghe's consideration at all.

Because it doesn't matter to him, does it?

Money can make the devil push the mill. As long as there are enough interests to attract, there is nothing he can't do!

The most important thing for their Wang family is money!