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

Chapter 1769 The dying patient
"You weave this lie very cleverly!"

At this time, a sarcastic voice suddenly came from behind Ye Feng, speaking in somewhat stiff Chinese.

Ye Feng didn't need to look back to know that the person speaking was Art from the Crowe organization.

"Lie?" Ye Feng smiled coldly, "How can you see it?"

Art narrowed his eyes and sneered: "There is no medical equipment here. How do you kill the virus in the patient's body? Do you use your hands?"

"That's right, use your hands!" Ye Feng's tone was sure and confident.

Art couldn't help laughing and looked at Ye Feng as if he were looking at a funny clown: "You think the virus is a flea on your body, you can crush it with two fingers!"

"Art, I guess he doesn't even know what a virus is!" Behind Art, a young mixed-race man sneered.

Ye Feng glanced at the mixed-race man and saw that his facial features and hair contained some oriental blood, and concluded that he was probably the product of a combination of Chinese and Europeans.

"What you Western medicine can't do doesn't mean that our Chinese medicine can't do it! I can use these hands and a small silver needle to greatly alleviate the symptoms caused by this virus!" Ye Feng Counterattack forcefully.

"Do you think we really know nothing about Chinese traditional medicine?" The mixed-race man sneered. "Acupuncture in traditional Chinese medicine is nothing more than stimulating acupuncture points on the human body with needles to dredge meridians and reconcile yin and yang."

"A virus is a non-cellular life form with only a long nucleic acid chain and a protein coat. It can only survive if it parasitizes in living cells!"

"In medicine, it is temporarily impossible to kill it directly through external means. We can only rely on the body's immune system to eliminate it! How can you use acupuncture to curb the spread of the virus in the body!?"

The mixed-race man spoke with full arrogance and aloofness, indicating that Ye Feng was pretending to be in the wrong place this time, meeting someone like him who was also proficient in Chinese medicine.

Ye Feng was a little surprised when he saw that the mixed-race man spoke eloquently. He didn't expect that a member of a Western medical organization would be so proficient in Chinese medicine!
The mixed-race man is actually right. In fact, acupuncture alone cannot inhibit the growth of the virus.

The reason why Ye Feng was able to stabilize the symptoms of those soldiers and Wei Nan by giving them acupuncture was because of the spiritual power in his body.

Ye Feng looked at the mixed-race man curiously and asked, "You must have studied Chinese medicine before, right?"

"Yes, I studied with my grandpa for several years! What a waste of time!" The mixed-race man snorted coldly, with a hint of disgust in his tone.

He is not proud at all that he has studied Chinese medicine. The reason why he studied Chinese medicine back then was because his grandfather and mother forced him to do it. He had no choice but to do so.

In his impression, Chinese medicine is a worthless dregs with extremely slow results and conservative methods!

At the time when traditional Chinese medicine was available for treatment, Western medicine had already cured countless patients, so this was one of the reasons why he gave up studying traditional Chinese medicine when he grew up.

"No wonder you know a lot about Chinese medicine!" Ye Feng smiled lightly.

When the mixed-race man heard Ye Feng's affirmation, he sneered a little proudly.

"But understanding is understanding. Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and profound. You only know a little bit about it. It's like a primary school student discussing academic matters with a university professor. I should say that you are overestimating your abilities or that there is something wrong with your head." Ye Feng added lightly. One sentence.

Monica on the side couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing when she heard Ye Feng's words.

The mixed-race man was furious when he heard this, pointed at Ye Feng and said angrily: "Who are you scolding!" "I don't understand what you are saying, and I don't care who of you is right or wrong. What I want is for you to treat the fellow villagers The strange disease was cured!" The old village chief, who had been watching with cold eyes, stood up.

"I always only believe in what I see with my own eyes. Don't forget the promise you just made. If you can't save our people, then we will arrest you and sacrifice you to the mountain god!"

The old village chief is a person who accepts death.

The words of the old village chief made the mixed-race man gloat: "The village chief is right, what's the point of arguing with me here? If you can't save people, prepare to be sacrificed to the mountain god!"

Monica became a little worried. She turned around and whispered to the captain beside her: "Sir, Dr. Ye is here specially to save you. You can't ignore him!"

"Don't worry, President Monica, as long as I'm here, I will never let anyone hurt Dr. Ye!" The captain's face straightened and he promised with assurance.

"Everyone give way, everyone give way! The patient is here, the patient is here!" Suddenly there was a shout from the outside of the crowd.

Everyone immediately followed the sound and saw that Mediterranean and others who had gone to the village to find patients had returned.

Two villagers were carrying a makeshift stretcher made of wooden sticks and sheets. Lying on the stretcher was a red-faced, skinny old man.

After a group of villagers saw the skinny patient, they immediately scattered to the side and covered their mouths and noses tightly for fear of being infected.

Although they knew that the virus was not transmitted through breathing, they still subconsciously took this self-protective action.

After Monica saw the patient clearly, she was furious.

What kind of patient is this? He is clearly a half-dead man!

The old man's eye sockets were sunken, and the skin on his face and hands had a purple-black rash.

It was obvious that he had been ill for a long time. His chest only rose and fell every once in a while. His whole body looked like he could only breathe out but not in. It seemed that he might die at any time.

"You are going too far!" Monica stood up and said angrily: "This person seems to have been infected for at least one month, his immune system is close to collapse, and he may die at any time. You raise such a person and let him How can we heal!”

"Our village is full of patients like this, there is nothing we can do!" Mediterranean made a helpless expression on his face, "Besides, if we don't find the sickest person, how will we know whether you can cure this strange disease!"

"Then why don't you just find a dead person and let us save him!" Monica's face turned pale with anger.

"Okay, there are a lot of dead bodies in the ravine behind our village. Do you want me to carry them over here for you now!" Mediterranean argued.

"You...!" Monica was so angry that she couldn't say anything. Her high chest rose and fell, trembling slightly.

This scene made the surrounding villagers who had never been out of the mountains drool at the sight.

The village chief couldn't stand it, so he called Mediterranean to him and said in a low voice: "Er Mazi, you are indeed going too far. As far as I know, the old man Wang in your village has been sick for almost a month! It's the gods who have come. Even if it’s gone, it can’t be saved, right?”

"Uncle, please don't be deceived by them. Do you really believe their lies? Didn't we discuss it a long time ago? What kind of disease is this? This is the angry mountain god! "

(End of this chapter)