Chapter 500

The old man's action, scared Ye Feng a big jump, can't help but walk back a step.

What's more, the old man speaks Gannan dialect, which is fast and urgent. Ye Feng doesn't know what he is talking about.

"The old man said to keep away from you. The disease will spread, for fear that you will catch it."

Lei Meng lowered his voice and explained to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng smell speech, heart can not help but slightly warm.

The old people have become so ill that they seem to be nearly prostrate. But when they see strangers approaching, they are still thinking about the safety of others and remind them not to let them approach him.

This kind of simple and kind-hearted, let him have a kind to see those simple villagers in Yuanhu village again.

What's more, this kind of simplicity and kindness can't be seen in those people who have lost their souls.

"Old man, it doesn't matter. I'm a doctor. I'm here to treat you. I'm not afraid of infection."

Ye Feng smiles to the old man, indicating that he doesn't have to worry. He puts his hand on his pulse and begins to feel the pulse.

Looking at Ye Feng's appearance, those Western doctors look very strange.

In the face of these famous doctors in western medicine, Ye Feng has been rude and unreasonable.

But at the moment, facing this old man, he is like a different person, gentle and modest, just like the younger brother of the next door.

The old man's pulse is very weak, if not for Ye Feng's amazing perception ability, almost would not be able to get the pulse.

And through the pulse, Ye Feng analysis, the elderly's physical condition is very poor, especially the lung meridian, is bad to unimaginable.

After releasing his hand, he looked at the old man's body with his mind.

The old man's lungs seemed to have turned into a mass of rotten meat.

The black air that forms the epidemic disease is winding around the lung meridian, constantly changing and flashing.

Each change, will let the remaining intact lung, another piece of shadow.

It's not a disease, it's poison!

Any disease, there is no so fast outbreak and destruction speed!

But can make this kind of poison, leaf maple's feeling, I'm afraid only poison doctor one pulse!

But now what makes people helpless is that he can find out the cause of the epidemic and the disease, but he can't find a solution.

Unless he can make rapid progress in his cultivation and enter the realm of knowing his fate, he will pull the epidemic poison out of the old man's body.

However, he is not totally unproductive. The situation of the old man reminds him of an event that happened not long ago.

At that time, the little girl with floral skirt sprinkled a handful of poisonous powder when dealing with goatee.

Although the poison powder was different from that of the old man in front of him, the speed of destruction was astonishingly similar.

This makes him unable to help but began to suspect that the girl with floral dress she met in the auction of ghost house may be the descendant of poison medicine.

Even the epidemic that has spread in the capital is likely to be caused by the girl with broken flower skirt.

But what makes Ye Feng puzzled is that if everything is as he thought, why did the girl with flower flower skirt spread the epidemic virus like this small mountain village, but kept it in the incubation period.

"How about Ye Feng?"

See Ye Feng is silent, Tu cangcangcang asks for his deep voice.

Ye Feng shook his head, saying that he had no countermeasures.

Tu cangcangcang smelled the speech, and his face became ugly.

No one knows Ye Feng's standard means better than her. If he has nothing to do, I'm afraid the disease will be difficult to cure.

"Let's see."

Seeing Ye Feng's appearance, those Western doctors showed some pride on their faces and held their heads high.

In their opinion, traditional Chinese medicine can see a fart in pulse. If we really want to cure a disease, we have to rely on their Western medicine.

It's no use coming

Ye Feng was not in the mood to quarrel with the western medicine. After listening to the voice of the old man breathing with a stethoscope, Ye Feng drew some blood and saliva from him. After preparing to do research, he walked out of the room and was ready to breathe.

"Tough? Not even you? "

Seeing him out of the room, Nie Qingwu hesitated for a moment and followed him out. He saw Ye Feng squatting at the door, staring at the small puddle under the eaves in a daze, and asked in a deep voice.

"Maybe we can do it later, but not now." Ye Feng nodded.

The situation was so bad that he couldn't help it.

Nie Qingwu heart sink, and then some nervous way: "you will not give up?"

"Give up?"

Ye Feng was dumbfounded when he heard the speech. He looked back at Nie Qingwu and said, "do you think I'm the kind of person who gives up halfway?"

Nie Qingwu immediately shook his head. This guy tried his best to fight against her in military training. How could such a person give up halfway because of a little setback.

"Good is rewarded, good people should not be tortured like this. God don't help them, I'll help! No matter what, I will try my best to help them find a cure! "Ye Feng looked at the old village and sighed heavily.

God don't help, I'll help!

Nie Qingwu stares at Ye Feng. It's really hard to connect Ye Feng with the guy in military training.

Even in her mind, she couldn't help but recall the picture of Ye Feng striding to those wild boars with a knife.

This kind of responsibility, this kind of bloodiness, let her steady heartbeat suddenly some flustered, the tongue also some hair dryness.

"With blood and saliva samples, as long as they are sent to the machine for analysis, we can find the cause of the disease and prescribe the right medicine to the case."

At this time, the group of Western doctors came out of the room, saw Ye Feng squatting on the ground, with pride in their eyes, and looked at Lei Meng's all-out way. It was as if a solution could be found tomorrow.

Lei Meng accompanied with a smile, although the heart is looking forward to everything can really be as smooth as these people said.

But looking at one side of Ye Feng's gloomy face, he felt that these people's words were so groundless.

"After a day's work, we'd better go back and have a rest. We'll study it tomorrow."

After two sighs in the heart, Lei mengqiang squeezes out a smile, to all humanity.

Tu cangcangcangcang nodded. Just now she also gave the patient pulse. She did not have a good idea. She could only go back to have a good rest, and then slowly find a solution.

"Whose child is so ill bred..."

As soon as a group of people came out of the yard, a ball flew from afar and fell into the mud on the ground. The mud star splashed Jifang's face and head. He turned his head and yelled loudly.

It was a little boy of eight or nine years old. He was very cute. At such a age, it was a naughty time.

After hearing Ji Fang's real scolding, he hid behind the door in a hurry, and then spat out his tongue at them.

"I'm sorry, Keke, Xiaobao. He's so naughty..."

Then, out of the opposite room, a woman in her thirties apologized to the public in nonstandard Mandarin.

After two words, she covered her mouth and coughed a few times.

Obviously, this is also a patient with a virus on his body.

"It's OK. Boys have to be skinny when they're young, and they can't be successful until they grow up."

Ye Feng smile, a foot pick, on the ball to the little boy.

Seeing the ball coming, the little boy jumped forward and held the ball firmly in his arms.

Flexible, one breath, red face without breath.

Good boy

Ye Feng smiles and nods, and then prepares to leave, but just ready to turn around, her face suddenly changes and turns to look at the little boy!

The little boy is strange!