The sudden sound immediately attracted Lin Fan's attention. Four or five people surrounded the road ahead, and an old man was lying in the middle.

Walking quickly, Lin Fan's divine consciousness swept past, and suddenly found that the old man's breath was very weak, as if he was going to die at any time.

"Who can give first aid? Please help my grandfather."

A young man hugged the old man and kept shouting, "wake up, grandfather. Don't leave grandson alone. Wake up."

"Don't worry, young man. We have already called the hospital. I believe the ambulance will come soon."

"Be careful and keep the old man flat. It's very likely to have a stroke at this age."

"I was fine when I passed by, and then suddenly I fell down."

One after another, Lin Fan also heard something from these voices. Just according to his first observation, this is not a stroke, it should be other causes.

"Let me see, I will..." Seeing this, Lin fan is ready to squat down to check the pulse for the uncle, but he is interrupted by a voice before he speaks.

"I'm a doctor. I'm a doctor. Let me treat."

A sound of wind, wind and fire sounded, followed by a gust of wind, it was Fang Shaokang: "let me take pulse, finish pulse to know what is going on."

"Pulse? Who are you? "

When he saw Fang Shaokang, his voice was full of vigilance: "are you so young, can you really give first aid?"

"Medical skills are regardless of age. As for my identity, I'm very good."

After patting his chest, Fang Shaokang said with pride: "in our village, I'm the apprentice of the miracle doctor. Don't worry. I'm good at these problems. Just give it to me."

"Village doctor, I'll trouble you."

Fang Shaokang fooled a Leng a Leng, uncle and grandson quickly rolled up his grandfather's sleeve: "you quickly pulse, see what happened to my grandfather?"

"Don't worry. It's mostly due to lack of Qi and blood."

After two seconds, Fang Shaokang took out a pair of silver needles from his bag: "if I have a pulse, I will faint due to lack of Qi and blood. Let me prick one needle and it will be OK."

"My God, this is acupuncture in traditional Chinese medicine. This is Chinese medicine."

"I remember, the exchange meeting some time ago was a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine to cure the disease, can it be this young man?"

"I'm not sure, but it seems to be about the same age. The miracle doctor is very young."

Seeing Fang Shaokang's skillful needling technique, all the onlookers kept tuttling. Recently, because of the medical exchange conference, people have been discussing about TCM.

"Well, your grandfather will wake up soon."

After two needles, Fang Shaokang patted his palm: "our Miao medicine is not covered, in addition to medicinal materials, the most powerful is acupuncture."

Something's wrong. It doesn't look like a lack of Qi and blood.

Lin fan, who was standing beside him, frowned. His face turned blue and his breath was weak. It was more like something blocked the respiratory tract.

However, under Fang Shaokang's acupuncture, it still played a certain role. At least, the old man's breath was much better, and his face was slightly improved from his green hair.

"It works, village doctor. Your acupuncture is effective."

"Great, as long as you can give first aid, wait until the ambulance comes," he said happily

However, his happiness did not last for three seconds. His breath was short again and then became weak, and his body was constantly shaking.