Chapter 431

For the first time since his rebirth, Zhong Wentao felt a great sense of fear and oppression.

The arrival of the guide didn't make him have such fear. The old man rolled out of the dead and was full of anger from the dead.

"How are you?"

Zhou Ruo takes off his military cap and asks respectfully.

When she first came into contact with this patient, Zhou Ruo was also afraid. As she brought different doctors every day, she got used to it. She made her own work and didn't care about anything else.

The old man did not open his mouth. Every time he was so silent, Zhou Ruo was very adapted and turned a blind eye to the old man's indifference.

"This is the doctor who examined you today. He is a traditional Chinese medicine. I hope you can cooperate with him in his treatment." With that, Zhou Ruo gives Zhong Wentao a warning look, indicating that he should do well and not have other thoughts.

Zhong Wentao ignores Zhou Ruo and just observes the old man all the time. He is a man of iron bone, which means that the old man's body is worse than what they see.

"Are you... Chinese medicine?"

Suddenly, the old man opened his mouth and said only four words, but he was shocked by all the people present.

Since sitting here for treatment, the old man has never said a word, and has never had any pride in anyone or anything. Today, he asked Zhong Wentao. It is impossible for these people not to be shocked.

I can feel the change of the air in the room. Behind the black cloth behind the old man, there should be some people watching them. I'm afraid they are the people who can determine whether they are suitable to stay here.

"Yes."

Zhong Wentao's direct answer is very concise.

Zhou Ruo looks up at Zhong Wentao's back and is a little happy. Maybe even if Zhong Wentao can let her stay, her last bet may be right.

"Traditional Chinese medicine, not believable!"

Who knows the next sentence, the old man will put Zhou ruo's happiness below, this person seems to be nearly 50 years old, should be like traditional Chinese medicine, hate western medicine, how to say this?

Zhou Ruo sighed and called Zhong Wentao, intending to take them out.

I have been to countless TCM practitioners before, but they were all dismissed by the old man's shaking their heads. Today, they understand that the old man doesn't like TCM.

If she had known this, she would have brought countless Western doctors. Would she have wasted so much time?

"Let's go."

Zhou Ruo urged that he didn't want to waste time.

"Why?"

Standing in the same place, Zhong Wentao asked coldly.

The old man raised his eyes slightly and fell on him as if he were looking at him.

"Zhong Wentao, you are crazy!" Zhou Ruo steps forward and holds his gun to his head. Zhong Wentao doesn't remember what he told him before he came.

Can't speak, eyes can't look, Zhong Wentao all forget?

No matter why the old people are not satisfied with TCM, Zhong Wentao can't complain. If they don't leave soon, Zhong Wentao will die here!

What a fool!

"That's right. When all of us are here, we just have to give you a check. People who come to see us outside have to queue up every day. If you have this opportunity, you should cherish it, old man."

Cheng Yang's mouth is full of smile, and his words are full of provocation.

Bang!

It's Zhou Ruo shooting.

Zhong Wentao and Cheng Yang's words have gone beyond what they can say. If she doesn't, others will shoot Zhong Wentao and Cheng Yang in the head with a gun.

"Not timid..." the old man spoke coldly, looking very gloomy.

They don't know the identity of this man, but they can guess it vaguely.

He was supposed to be a general. He was seriously ill and was protected, but he still thought it was a battlefield and refused to bow to traditional Chinese medicine.

"You have a big life, too." Zhong Wentao replied with a smile. Since he offended the old man, he simply offended him to the end. Now it's more useless to ask for mercy.

Men like bloody people, he is also in a bet, bet right, the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine will stay.

Without waiting for the old man to speak, Zhong Wentao continued: "many organs of your body have been slowly declining, but you still don't see a doctor well. You will be able to turn away people who can treat you. Such people can still live to the present. What's life like that

Zhou Ruo has bowed her head and started to think about what job she will find to support her family after leaving the National Security Bureau. Whether she is a fitness coach or a security guard, she will be killed by these two people.

"Zhong Wentao, don't let me kill you." Cold threat, Zhou Ruo can't control.

Zhong Wentao continued: "if you are a man, you should be magnanimous and trust the doctor. Since I have the ability to treat you, why do you refuse? Are you afraid?"

"Fart!"

The old man was really angry. No matter what age he was, he could not accept the young people's provocation.

"If you are not afraid, let him treat you. If you can't cure him, you don't have to die." Cheng Yang spoke beside him and supported Zhong Wentao.

If you want to leave alive, you can only treat the old man in front of you.

Who let the old man say that traditional Chinese medicine is useless? It's totally against Zhong Wentao's scale. Even if he dies, Zhong Wentao must cure the old man's disease!

The old man's expression was a little complicated. He hadn't heard the words of the two young people for many years. It was also because he hadn't heard them for so many years. Now he wants to kill them.

He has been sitting on this chair for several years. He can't stand or lie down. He has to maintain a posture. He is an awkward waste man, even worse than a waste man.

"If I were you, I would choose to die when I became like this at the beginning, instead of living all the time. Today, you want to live, but pretend not to be afraid of life and death. This kind of person is the most ridiculous."

Zhong Wentao continued.

"Zhong Wentao, don't make me kill you." If Zhou spoke coldly, Zhong Wentao didn't know the identity of this person, otherwise he would never dare to say such words. If he didn't stop, Zhong Wentao would die even worse.

After tightening the gun in her hand, Zhou Ruo could only keep the action of holding the gun before she got the instruction to shoot. When she kept this action for a long time, her body would start to tremble.

In this case, shooting will also become very dangerous, the atmosphere of the whole room like falling into the ice.

"Can you really cure me? I don't want to survive. I want to stand up, walk and shoot! "

There was a desire in the old man's eyes. It was Zhong Wentao's words that inspired his inner desire to stand up. Instead of living, he wanted to be a normal person.

"General, please don't get excited!"

A voice came from behind the curtain, proving the conjecture of someone behind.

The people behind should be the doctors who make the old man live to the present, but they can't make the old man stand up. They can only give the old man life.

"I believe I can make you stand up again. If I can't, the rest of you can't either."

Zhong Wentao is very determined. No matter who he is, he has this confidence. What he can't do, others can't do. If the old man wants to stand up, he must only trust him.

"Well, I believe you." When the proud man's mood calmed down, he said this sentence. Everyone was shocked, because of the old man's consent and Zhong Wentao's audacity.

Only Zhong Wentao can see the burning hope in the old man's eyes. He is naturally willing to treat an old man who hopes to survive.

Nodding, under the muzzle of the gun, Zhong Wentao walked slowly to Lao Qian and put his hand on the old man's pulse.

Zhong Wentao's pulse is different from that of ordinary people. He doesn't need to make do with so many actions. As long as his fingers touch the skin, he can automatically find the accurate beating place. Through the pulse beating and the patient's whole state, he can understand the situation.

The old man's condition is very bad. Almost all the problems have been shown in front of him. He doesn't need too much time to get a conclusion.

But the old man's condition is serious. At ordinary times, he only needs to be on one side of the pulse, but today both sides are carefully examined for the old man.

The old man couldn't move. He could only cut the clothes on the old man's chest with scissors to expose the skin inside. There were scars on it, and he could hardly tell where the original skin was.

The front of the whole person has been covered by various kinds of scars. There are some old ones and some new ones in the past two years. However, the general degree of the scars is only a few years ago. It can be seen that the old man has been completely unable to move since a few years ago, and the degree of the scars has not deepened.

It's just that these scars are shocking enough. Zhou Ruo looks at Zhong Wentao behind him and naturally sees these scars. He covers his mouth in fright. He doesn't know that someone can be injured to such a degree and still live in the world. Is he too strong?

In particular, there are several scars from the shoulder to the waist. I can imagine that when she was injured, she would be cut in half. For the first time, if Zhou had an impulse to escape, the National Security Bureau was really not her place.

Zhong Wentao is no better than her. He thinks that the old man's body can be cured just by feeling his pulse. But after seeing so many scars, he hesitates a little.

Those who prescribed medicine for the old man before certainly didn't see these scars. The reason why the old man is so fragile and dying has a lot to do with these scars.

Layer by layer, the wounds are superimposed together, and the old wounds are not filled with new ones. How strong willpower does the pain need to persist until now.

But to this extent, the old man didn't die and wanted to stand up.

"It's a serious situation." Zhong Wentao spoke directly and did not hide it. Everyone saw the old man's wounds. Even if he said something comforting, no one would believe it.

"Can you really cure it?" Zhou Ruo asked anxiously.

Zhong Wentao frowned. It was the first time he saw such a seriously injured man. In his opinion, the old man should have died many years ago. How did he survive to the present?

Besides amazing willpower, is there any other reason?