Chapter 277

At dawn the next day, he Feng had planned to stay here for a few days, but he didn't think that his mother Chen Guixiang suddenly called him back to the village.

It turned out that a villager in the village had an emergency. After he was sent to the hospital, the hospital was helpless, urged them to leave the hospital, and told them that there was no cure for the disease, so they went home to take care of the aftermath.

The sick people are only in their 30s. In today's society, they are well deserved young people. Their families are worried and think of He Feng, who is famous as a miracle doctor.

But he Feng was not at home.

Seeing the patient in danger, the patient's mother knelt in front of Chen Guixiang and asked Chen Guixiang to call her son back for treatment.

Chen Guixiang was a soft hearted person. Seeing that others were so poor, he called.

His mother's life could not be violated. He Feng had no choice but to sue Liu Qingyan and Xing Yuanyuan separately, and then drove home.

That afternoon, he Feng drove back to the village, but he didn't expect that when he just returned to the village, there was a loud sound of sadness and music in his ears.

Since the conditions in the village are getting better and better, there are fewer and fewer simple funerals and weddings in the past. Whether it is a white wedding, it is becoming more and more extravagant and wasteful.

But also formed a bad habit, reading is the old party secretary, straight distressed, but there is nothing to do.

When he Feng got home, he asked, "Mom, who's dead?"

But just then, Chen Guixiang hurriedly pulled him into the room and said, "you came back late. Qiangzi didn't hold on at noon."

"Oh." He Feng nodded slightly and didn't take it to heart. This strong son is called he Qiang. He is a teenager older than him. He doesn't have any intersection on weekdays. Naturally, he can't talk about sadness.

Since there was nothing to do, he Feng turned on the TV and prepared to brush the latest popular TV dramas. Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat down, Chen Guixiang quickly pulled him up.

Said: "according to the generation, Qiangzi is still your brother. Later, you take something to worship. They are all from the same village. Go and see if you can help. If you have something, just help."

He Feng nodded, then got up and walked to he Qiang's house.

There were a lot of people along the way. They all rushed there. There was nothing to do in the village on weekdays. When they met someone to do a funeral or a wedding, they would flock to help.

After all, this kind of thing can happen to anyone. If you don't help others, they won't help you in the future.

It's called reciprocity.

Walking into the mourning hall, he Qiang, who was lying on the middle mourning hall and wearing several layers of shroud, came into view.

He Feng first took out 500 yuan to follow the members, which is also the rule. The funeral is also associated with the banquet, so he still needs to follow the members.

Then he went to the of the mourning hall and wanted to worship with incense.

But unexpectedly, just a few steps, he felt something wrong. It seems that he hasn't died yet.

But he was not sure. He needed to observe it carefully, and then he was stunned and looked at it carefully.

But some people didn't like him to do this. After all, people do funerals. When you stand in front of people's mourning hall, just do it and watch. What's the matter?

So he Qiang's younger brother, a young man in his 20s, couldn't help saying, "what are you doing? Standing here watching our family jokes?"

He Feng was awakened by the sound. Then he said to he Zhuang, "that's not what I mean. I mean, your brother can save it. Yes, that's what I mean!"

"Ah!" when he heard this, he Qiang's wife knelt on the straw mat in the mourning hall and kept burning paper. Wang Guilan immediately showed a frightened expression on her face.

But the expression disappeared in an instant, and then it returned to normal, still a sad look.

He Feng vaguely felt that there was something wrong. Wang Guilan had been burning paper there, and there were different sad expressions on her face, but no tears fell.

That's strange.

But he didn't care. Then he walked to he Qiang's mourning hall in a few steps.

He Feng pulled out the chopsticks and threw them on the ground. He said, "take away the incense and remove all the things. People are not dead yet. Just use this thing? Doesn't this curse people to die?"

Then, he slowly untied the shroud he Qiang was wearing and began treatment in the mourning hall.

He took out the silver needle from his pocket. He Feng picked up a silver needle dozens of centimeters long, pinched it with two fingers, and then forced it into the center of he Qiang's eyebrows.

The silver needle penetrates into the bone.

At this time, the onlookers heard a cough one after another. They only saw that he Qiang, who was just fortunately a dead body, suddenly had bursts of cough. Later, they saw that their chest no longer fluctuated and began to fluctuate slowly again.

I couldn't help but wonder at everyone.

He Zhuang and his sister-in-law Wang Guilan showed a frightened expression on their faces. Several times, their hands stretched out to prevent He Feng from further action, but they didn't dare to come forward.

Because this is to treat their eldest brother's husband. If they come forward and stop it? There's no guarantee that anything will happen.

At this time, he Zhuang may have thought of something. He Zhuang quietly patted the back of his sister-in-law's hand, signaled him to rest assured, and then whispered, "it's okay. Brother's injury is so serious that he can't be cured at all."

This sentence seemed to comfort themselves, but it obviously gave them some confidence and made them not as afraid as they had just been.

At this time, he Feng is rapidly pricking silver needles into he Qiang. He clearly feels that he Qiang is badly hurt.

Inside the body, the spine is broken. No wonder he went to the hospital. People said he couldn't live, but he didn't understand. How could the spine be broken?

And it's not like falling. It's like being hit directly with a stick from behind and breaking the spine.

With the performance of Wang Guilan and he Zhuang's lover, he Feng knew that this matter was not as simple as he thought. What hidden secrets might there be?

But he doesn't think so much now. Life is at stake. First save people. Besides, as a doctor, he can't wait for death.

Silver needles fell one by one. He Feng simply put together the spine he Qiang exercised with silver needles, and then began to acupuncture at acupoints all over him.

Use the stimulation of acupoints to restore its vitality. With more and more silver needles falling in He Feng's hand and the passing of acupuncture time, he Qiang's breath lying on the bed board on the bench gradually grew stronger.

It seems that there are signs of awakening. I almost woke up several times, but I passed out because of pain.