Chapter 1933

Longjiang cancer hospital is located in the new urban area, a rather prosperous street.

On this street, the inpatient building of the cancer hospital is more than 30 floors high, which is magnificent and stands out from the crowd.

Patients and their families came in and out of the hospital in an endless stream.

As the only cancer hospital in the two surrounding prefecture level cities, it has radiated more than 7 million people, and the business of the hospital has always been very good.

The taxi drove to the gate of the hospital and stopped.

Qian Duoduo got out of the car with Yang Liuqing, looked and strode to the hospital.

It is easy to obtain happiness capsules. There is no need to buy them in the hospital. They can be found directly in the hands of patients.

Qian Duoduo and Yang Liuqing went to the hospital. Instead of going to the outpatient department, they went straight to the inpatient building.

Two people entered the elevator, stopped at one floor and walked out of the elevator.

"Sobbing... Sobbing..."

As soon as he walked out of the elevator, Qian Duoduo's ears heard bursts of crying.

"Someone is crying."

Qian Duoduo quickened his pace.

Yang Liuqing followed him closely.

Turning a corner, many people surrounded the door of a ward. Everyone looked sorry, and others sighed.

The sound of crying came from the ward.

Qian Duoduo and Yang Liuqing crowded into the crowd and walked into the ward. They saw a group of people around the hospital bed, seven or eight men, women, old and young. Almost everyone was crying.

On the hospital bed lay a middle-aged man with no hair, pale face, skinny and closed eyes.

A middle-aged woman threw herself on him and cried.

Another teenage boy threw himself on him and was crying.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes tightly, didn't open them, and lay motionless in bed.

Obviously, this is a family of three.

Qian Duoduo hurried forward, grabbed the wrist of the middle-aged man and checked his pulse.

Several family members thought he was a doctor, did not stop him and continued to cry.

But everyone was surprised.

Because the doctor and nurse had just left and announced that the patient had died, everyone began to cry.

The middle-aged man is the pillar of the family. When the pillar falls, it is almost a devastating blow to a family.

Qian Duoduo pinched the patient's wrist and frowned. The patient's pulse had disappeared and his heart had stopped, but his wrist was still warm. The death time was no more than ten minutes. His brain was still conscious. He didn't know whether he could use Qi to revive him.

Anyway, he will try!

"Qing'er, close the door and don't allow anyone to come in."

Yang Liuqing hurried to close the door and locked it tightly.

Qian Duoduo held the middle-aged woman's shoulder: "elder sister, get up."

The middle-aged woman looked up with tears on her face: "you... What do you want to do?"

"Elder sister, I'll try to save your husband."

"My husband is dead, it's impossible, husband..." the middle-aged woman cried and rushed to her husband again.

Time is urgent, money is much, didn't think so much, stretched out his hand to point her acupoints.

The middle-aged woman immediately fainted.

"Hey, what are you doing?" a young man roared angrily.

Relatives have been heartbroken and are still tossed about like this. No one is comfortable.

Without explanation, Qian Duoduo held the fainted middle-aged woman in a chair, climbed to bed, picked up the patient, splashed and tore off his clothes, then sat cross legged behind him, got rid of all distractions in his heart, stretched out his palms against his vest, and two genuine Qi slowly entered the patient's body.

Yang Liuqing opened his arms and stopped the families of the patients: "don't be impulsive. Be quiet. My brother is treating the patients. Maybe my brother can save your relatives!"

"Cure? Is he a cure?" the young man doubted.

Not only he, but everyone is skeptical.

After all, no one has seen such a cure.

"My brother is treating patients with Qi. He is a Wulin expert and a famous miracle doctor. Trust my brother and give him some time. If even my brother can't help it, there's really no way. Be quiet, everyone. Be quiet..."

Several family members of the patients finally calmed down and quietly watched Qian Duoduo's healing. Some were skeptical and some were full of expectations.

Qian Duoduo's exercise became more and more important. A large amount of white hot steam poured out of his palm and curled up around them.

The people were surprised and filled with hope.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour... The room was silent.

With the extension of time, there was a layer of fine sweat on Qian Duoduo's forehead, and the patient's pale face changed slightly.

For almost an hour, Qian Duoduo took his palm, took a deep breath, and showed a tired look on his face.

"Brother..."

Yang Liuqing came forward and wiped the sweat on his forehead with a wet towel.

She knew how much real yuan she had to lose to save a dead man!

Qian Duoduo sat cross legged on the bed, slightly closed his eyes, and began to meditate and regulate his breath according to Tang clan's internal mental skill.

The young man helped the patient to the bed and lay down. Touching his hand, he felt warm and surprised: "Dad, mom, my brother's hand is still hot, hotter than just now!"

After suffering from long-term illness, the patient's body temperature has been very low before death. Now one hour after the time of death, the patient's body temperature should be reduced. There is absolutely no reason to increase it.

Several relatives did not believe it. They came forward one after another and touched the patient's wrist, cheek, forehead and so on. They could obviously feel the rise of the patient's body temperature.

They were pleasantly surprised and looked at the money and full of hope.

Qian Duoduo meditated and adjusted his breath for two or three minutes. He had recovered half his skill. Then he got out of bed, sat at the head of the bed, gently held the patient's wrist and felt his pulse and heartbeat.

Relatives gathered around the bed and dared not say a word.

A few minutes later, Qian Duoduo released the patient's wrist.

Yang Liuqing hurriedly asked, "brother, how's it going?"

Qian Duoduo smiled: "his heartbeat has recovered, but it is very weak."

"Really, my brother is not dead yet!" the young man cried in surprise.

All the relatives looked happy.

It's amazing to come back from the dead!

Poop——

An old lady with white hair knelt in front of Qian Duoduo, sad and happy: "benefactor, thank you! Thank you for saving my son!"

Puff, puff

Relatives knelt down one after another, kowtow again and again, and a grateful voice

Yang Liuqing saw it nearby and was filled with emotion.

"Old man, get up! You all get up..."

Qian Duoduo helped the old lady and others.

Yang Liuqing also helped lift the others.

Relatives wiped tears, one by one full of gratitude.