The strongest door-to-door son-in-law

Chapter 1603 I Can Save

I saw a staff member running out from the backstage, ran directly to Prince George, and said urgently: "Your Highness, something happened. There is a patient in the backstage who suddenly fainted and was breathing weakly. The situation is serious!"

When Jin Shengmin heard this, his eyes lit up and he immediately rushed to the backstage.

Ye Feng didn't hesitate and followed Jin Shengmin to the backstage.

Prince George and members of the British royal family, as well as representatives from China and South Korea, rushed backstage.

As for the audience outside the field, they could only crane their necks to watch, and they were talking about it, wondering what happened again.

Entering the backstage, in the lounge, a strong European and American man was lying on the ground. His eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he was motionless.

Jin Shengmin squatted down and checked the man's pulse, then stood up, shook his head and sighed: "I have completely died, there is no hope..."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone who followed in were darkened.

With a glance of his consciousness, Ye Feng knew that this person was only in a state of near-death and was not dead in the true sense.

Ye Feng took two steps forward and walked to Jin Shengmin, wanting to treat the man.

Jin Shengmin stretched out his hand to stop Ye Feng and said coldly: "What do you want to do? I already told you, this person is dead!"

Although Jin Shengmin was sure that his judgment was correct and did not believe that Ye Feng could bring the dead back to life, he still did not want Ye Feng to touch this man, for no other reason than just in case.

Ye Feng gave Jin Shengmin a cold look and said angrily: "Go away, you can't save him, it's your incompetence, I can save him!"

Jin Shengmin immediately retorted and shouted: "Absolutely impossible! He is already dead, boy, I think you just want to sensationalize!"

There are also medical staff in the British royal family. One of the doctors came forward and after examining using Western medicine, he said: "This person is indeed dead."

Prince George looked at Ye Feng, with a different kind of brilliance flashing in his eyes, and asked: "Dr. Ye, China is a magical country. I heard a long time ago that Chinese medicine can bring people back to life. Is this true? can you do it?"

Ye Feng replied: "Your Highness, to be honest, I am not 100% sure, but even if there is only one percent hope, Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine will not give up easily."

"Haha, who can't tell lies!? Ye Feng, since you want to save him, then the outcome will be determined by this man's life and death!"

"You saved him. In this competition between Chinese traditional Chinese medicine and Korean medicine, you win. If you can't save him, then in this competition, I win! How about that?"

Ye Feng pondered, because of this man's current situation, even if he uses Jiuji Xuan Needle and Dharma Acupuncture, supplemented by spiritual power, there is only a 50.00% certainty that he can be brought back from hell.

Seeing the hesitant expression on Ye Feng's face, Jin Shengmin sneered and said, "Why, you don't dare to gamble anymore? When it comes to Chinese traditional Chinese medicine, our Korean medicine is really inferior to me when it comes to bragging!"

How could Ye Feng bear it when Jin Shengmin said such words? He looked at Jin Shengmin with a cold look and said, "Okay, I'll bet with you!"

In fact, even if he didn't bet with Jin Shengmin, Ye Feng wouldn't have been able to ignore him and watch the man on the ground lose his last vestige of life.

"Your Highness, and everyone, please..."

"Get away!" Ye Feng directly shook Jin Shengmin away, then squatted down in front of the man, and while diagnosing the man's pulse, he used his spiritual power to check the man's physical condition.

Although Jin Shengmin didn't understand why he was shaken away by an inexplicable force, he was very proud of himself.

He was the first to examine the man just now. After judging his death, he deliberately delayed the time. Even if he, Ye Feng, was a god, there was no way he could revive this man.

While Ye Feng was treating him, Jin Shengmin couldn't help but continue what he just said: "Everyone, what is going on now is the third round of the competition. If Ye Feng, the representative of Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine, cannot save the man on the ground, then in this competition, the Korean doctor will Get the final victory!”

As soon as Jin Shengmin finished speaking, a Chinese reporter squeezed in with a microphone.

She extended the microphone to Jin Shengmin and asked sharply: "Mr. Jin, you just examined the man on the ground and determined that he was dead. In other words, you couldn't revive him, right?"

Seeing the microphone stretched out in front of him and the camera facing him, Jin Shengmin was slightly startled, and then explained: "It's not that I can't save him, but that the dead cannot be resurrected..."

Before Jin Shengmin could finish what he said, the reporter interrupted again: "Mr. Jin, do you mean to say that there is nothing you can do about this?"

Where did this annoying reporter come from? Jin Shengmin was a little annoyed, but he still said helplessly: "Yes, although my medical skills are very good, I can't bring a dead person back to life..."

Still not waiting for Jin Shengmin to finish speaking, the host took back the microphone, turned to the camera and said: "Jin Shengmin, the president of the Korea Medical Research Association, just admitted that he was helpless to help the man who fell to the ground, but Mr. Ye Fengye, a Chinese medicine doctor, chose to work hard to treat him."

"Can Mr. Ye be able to revive the fallen man and create a medical miracle? Let's wait and see!"

The host's words may not sound like they have any special meaning, but if you think about it carefully, you will know that he is mocking Korean doctors represented by Kim Seung-min.

On the other hand, if Ye Feng really revives the fallen man, then Chinese traditional Chinese medicine will undoubtedly be able to absolutely crush Korean medicine.

Jin Shengmin had already heard the implication of the reporter's words. The corners of his mouth twitched twice and he muttered in a low voice: "Smooth-talking Chinese people!"

On the other side, Ye Feng had taken out the Golden Dragon Mithril Needle. After disinfecting it, he began to apply the needle on the fallen man.

What Ye Feng performed was the Huiyang Acupuncture of Jiuji Xuan Needle, and the fourth form of Bodhidharma Acupuncture.

In the process of acupuncture, each main needle is accompanied by an auxiliary needle, and the acupuncture technique is also extremely complicated, requiring extremely high depth and angle of entry into the acupuncture point.

As time passed by, everyone's eyes were focused on the man who fell to the ground.

The upper body, chest and abdomen of the fallen man were densely covered with silver needles.

Ye Feng's forehead was already sweating, and it was the most critical moment to apply the acupuncture. He could not stop, otherwise he would fail.

Ye Feng took out the largest silver needle from the needle bag, held the needle with a unique technique in his right hand, adjusted the angle and strength, and the spiritual power in his body circulated, converging on the silver needle, and shining on the fallen man's chest. The door acupoint was pierced hard.

The silver needle entered the acupuncture point, and the body of the pale-faced man lying on the ground suddenly twitched, and his closed mouth suddenly opened, and he let out a vague "Ah!"

(End of this chapter)