Chapter 19

"Shit! Which heartless man ran away after hitting someone?!"

After the driver drove to Wenfeng Road, he suddenly found an old man lying on the road. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

As it was late at night, there was no one in the street. After being hit by Linhai beast, the old man didn't know how long he lay alone on the open and cold road.

How desperate it would have been if he had been conscious.

Ye Mo throws down a red ticket, ignores the change, directly opens the door and runs to the old man.

"Brother, just call the police. There is no monitoring on Wenfeng Road. If the old man wants to blackmail you, you can't explain clearly!"

Seeing ye Mo's extravagance, the driver advised.

In recent years, the social atmosphere is not very good. Since an old man once falsely went to a rich businessman who helped him make a fortune, the profession of "touch porcelain" has sprung up in the society.

As long as an old man falls down and you help him, you must be the murderer! Otherwise, if others don't help you, what's not a guilty heart?

After the implementation of this distorted social view, coupled with the fact that many elderly people have been hit, they plan to find an unlucky kind-hearted person for fear that they can't find the perpetrator and can't bear the huge medical expenses.

So the twisted atmosphere intensified.

Many people become very resistant to "courageous" and avoid it like snakes and scorpions.

The driver's words are reasonable.

But now ye Mo has no time to think that he came to save people.

After grabbing the old man's wrist, ye Mo quietly feels his pulse. A moment later, ye Mo looks happy.

Although it is very weak, there is still a pulse!

As long as you don't die, there's a way.

However, the old man may not be able to survive this state until the ambulance comes. It is also more than ten kilometers away from the nearest municipal hospital.

"Man, I can go. Take care of yourself!"

Seeing ye Mo's reluctance to leave, the driver was a little flustered, put down a word and left.

Ye Mo ignores it, takes out the silver needle and quickly puts it on the old man.

The silver needle pierces the old man's body through his clothes, stimulating the activity of the old man's body.

When Yemo inserted the last needle, a trace of blood returned to the old man's pale face.

Yemo feels his pulse again.

A moment later, he frowned. Although his pulse was enhanced, the vitality of this great Qi bearing acupuncture method was like a rootless Ping. This vitality did not integrate into the old man's body, as if isolated by something.

"Blood gas up, intracranial hemorrhage!"

Yemer suddenly reacts to the reason.

"Damn dog!"

After scolding Lin Hai again, ye Mo reaches into his collar and pulls down the pendant he had been wearing around his neck.

This is a dark gold plum blossom pendant. Ye Mo looked at the pendant with a complex look, and then pinched the stamens of the plum blossom.

An eight inch long gold needle appeared in Ye Mo's hand!

Take the alcohol out of the medicine box and disinfect it. Ye Mo stabbed the needle into the old man's nose.

The gold needle stabbed in bit by bit, and soon the outside part was less than two inches!

In other words, at the moment, the gold needle has penetrated the old man's skull cavity!

A trace of black blood flowed down the gold needle and fell to the ground.

The intracranial congestion has been drained!

Ye Mo carefully and slowly pulls out the gold needle, wipes the blood and wraps it back on the pendant.

"wula...?Wula..."

The sound of an ambulance came from a distance. Yemo's ambulance finally arrived.

Feeling the old man's gradually powerful pulse, ye Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Stab!" With the harsh brake of the ambulance driver, the ambulance of Dongjiang hospital stopped beside the old man.

The door opened and the paramedics jumped out of the car with a stretcher.

"Did you report the first aid?"

The doctor with dark skin asked Yemo.

"Yes."

Yemo replied.

"His intracranial pressure has been reduced by me, but he needs blood transfusion immediately. Moreover, the old man's heart is bad and stimulated. We should pay attention to it when rescuing."

Ye Mo wiped the blood on his hand and said.

"Are you a doctor? There is no equipment here. How do you reduce blood pressure?"

Looking at the black blood on Yemo's hand, the emergency doctor asked.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. Xiao Liu, lift the stretcher slowly. The old man's brain is damaged. Call the emergency room to prepare antihypertensive drugs!"

Cried the emergency doctor.

"Forget it, I'll go too."

In the middle of the night, there was no ghost on Wenfeng Road. Yemo simply went to the hospital with the ambulance doctors.

Although he knew that the old man's life was all right, he was more relieved to see him wake up.

The shrill sound of the ambulance crossed the street and drove to Dongjiang hospital.

Outside the rescue room, ye Mo waited quietly.

Not long ago, the doctor opened the door and came out. When he saw Yemo, he smiled and went to the chair to sit down.

"Why don't you ask me about the rescue results?"

The doctor took off his mask and showed a dark face.

"I've finished rescuing. What else can I do?"

Yemo hit a hatchet and looked indifferent.

"My name is Luo Gang. I'm the director of the emergency room."

The doctor with a black face reported to himself.

"Ye Mo, intern of the Ministry of traditional Chinese Medicine..."

Ye Mo said, imitating Luo Gang's tone.

"Traditional Chinese medicine?! practice?"

Luo Gang seemed unbelievable.

"What's the matter with traditional Chinese medicine?"

Ye Mo frowns and looks at Luo Gang.

"Do you always wake up suddenly when you go to bed every night? Recently, you have been feeling that your heart is like pressing a stone and your urine is red and yellow?"

Yemo asked.

"God! How do you know?"

Luo Gang said with a different face. Yemo was too accurate. He was all in!

"Nonsense, don't all emergency patients have this problem? It's strange that they eat irregularly, have insomnia and get angry, and don't have chest tightness."

Ye Mo looks at Luo Gang with your hopeless IQ, and blushes Luo Gang's shy black face.

"But you often have abdominal pain and diarrhea at dawn in the past month. It's not just an occupational disease."

Yemo no longer teases, but looks at Luo Gang's rather serious way.

"You guessed that, too!"

Luo Gang was stunned again. Yemo didn't even know what his wife said.

In recent months, he woke up with abdominal pain every morning. When he lived in the emergency room, he rushed to the toilet.

But when he was at home, he endured the fear of his wife. Every morning, he would be in pain, sweating and miserable.

"Is it that although the abdominal pain after diarrhea has been alleviated, there is a sour cold feeling in the waist and knees, and they are afraid of the cold, their hands and feet are cold, their tongue is light, their moss is white, and their pulse is like heavy, late and weak?"

Yemer asked as he looked at his fingers.

Luo Gang is completely stupid. This extremely detailed description can't rely on guessing.

In other words, the young man has pushed back all the diseases that happened to him just by looking at them!