Chapter 796

Pale skin, shortness of breath, purple blood vessels

Ye Feng squatted behind him, quickly glanced at the little boy, and then held his pulse.

"Are you a Chinese traditional medicine?"

Seeing the moment of Ye Feng's action, the middle-aged foreigner suddenly showed a strange smile and asked him in a stiff Chinese language..

"Not bad." Ye Feng nodded quietly, and then quietly felt the pulse.

After the middle-aged foreigner got the definite answer, his face became more disdainful, and then he mumbled with a very fast speed.

"What did he say?"

Although Ye Feng can't understand the foreigner's words, but also feel that it is not a good word.

"He said you were a witch doctor..."

The beautiful stewardess hesitated and explained to Ye Feng.

Witch doctor

Ye Feng hears speech, the vision is cold, but immediately is in the heart is bitterly smiling.

The image of Chinese medicine in the eyes of the world is too deep rooted. In the modern society of injection and eating various chemical synthetic drugs, the traditional Chinese medicine which insists on treating patients with Chinese herbal medicine seems to be really out of place.

Especially for these foreigners, treating diseases with herbal medicine is similar to witchcraft.

It is also an imperative thing to revive traditional Chinese medicine and reverse its image in the eyes of the world.

"Did he just eat any nuts?"

Less than two minutes later, Ye Feng looked up at the anxious little boy's parents and asked in a deep voice.

But unfortunately, the parents obviously can't understand Chinese, and they are at a loss when they talk about Ye Feng's questions.

"This is a waste of time. I can confirm with the honor of the Presbyterian Hospital that the best way to treat him is to perform tracheotomy for him, then make a forced landing nearby and send him to the hospital to stop bleeding."

But before Ye Feng asked the beautiful stewardess to translate, the middle-aged foreigner said to the little boy's parents in a hurry.

The Presbyterian Hospital seems to be quite famous. At the moment of hearing this word, the little boy's parents were moved.

Not only they, but also the purser quickly went to the captain and asked if he had contacted the nearest airport for forced landing.

"Translate for me and ask them what I just asked." At this time, Ye Feng's tone is gentle to beautiful stewardess way.

Language barrier can be said to be the biggest problem Ye Feng is facing now.

Give this young man a chance

A good-looking face, no matter where you go, is useful. Although the beautiful stewardess are hesitant about whether Ye Feng can cure the disease, but seeing Ye Feng's sincere eyes and face, she translated Ye Feng's questions to the little boy's parents.

"Yes, he just ate a few slices of pistachio from the salad side dish."

The little boy's parents nodded in the affirmative.

"To be sure, he's not asthma, he's allergic to nuts. I can cure it. "

Ye Feng heard the beautiful stewardess translation, obviously relieved, and then said his own inference.

When he first touched the little boy's pulse, he found that the boy did have a chronic asthma disease. However, according to the analysis of the pulse situation, it seemed that the cause of the boy's coma was not asthma, but other reasons.

"Witch doctor, don't waste any more time. If you don't cut the trachea, he will die."

The middle-aged foreigner doctor was a little impatient and frowned, and said coldly to Ye Feng.

"You die if you don't cut the trachea?" Ye Feng knew that if he wanted to get treatment, he had to pass the middle-aged foreigner's level. With a calm smile, he said faintly: "I can take my life as a guarantee. Although he has asthma, the situation at this moment is not caused by asthma. Do you dare to take life to guarantee that as long as you cut the trachea, he will not die?"

"I can take the honor of the Presbyterian Hospital..." The middle-aged foreigner shrugged his shoulders.

"Honor? What do you call honor Ye Feng faintly smiles.

The middle-aged foreigner's face sank and he was just about to refute it. But at this moment, the purser came in a hurry. His face was very ugly, and he muttered a lot to the little boy's parents and the middle-aged foreigner.

"What did she say?" Ye Feng didn't understand, so she asked the beautiful stewardess.

"The purser said the captain contacted the nearest airport, but because we are on the ocean at the moment, even if we change the route, it will take an hour to arrive. It will take longer to return. " The stewardess explained.

"I'm sorry, tracheotomy is only a first aid measure, which can relieve his condition. If I can't get to the hospital in half an hour, I still can't guarantee his life safety. It takes an hour to get to the airport. I'm sorry I can't do anything about it. "

At the same time, the confident middle-aged foreigner suddenly spread his hand to the little boy's parents, and then said, "since I entered the hospital, I have always maintained the honor that there is no death in the patient's home visit. I can't destroy my honor because of unnecessary struggle."

Hearing the sound, the little boy's parents looked pale, especially his mother, who held the little boy tightly. Tears were like broken lines, pattering and dripping.That sad expression, let a person see can't help but some sentimental.

A loving mother and a loving son, one's kinship does not divide national boundaries or races.

"Honor or life?" Because of the simultaneous translation of the beautiful stewardess, Ye Feng quickly understood the words of the middle-aged foreigner. After sneering at the middle-aged foreigner, he asked the beautiful stewardess to translate to the parents of the little boy: "I can guarantee with my life that I can cure him."

Hearing Ye Feng's words, the little boy's parents looked at each other with expectation and trepidation in their eyes.

They don't want their children to die and want to accept Ye Feng's kindness. However, the evaluation of Ye Feng's "witch doctor" made them worry that Ye Feng could not help them.

Just then, the beautiful stewardess changed her eyes and whispered something to the little boy's parents.

The little boy's parents nodded hesitantly.

"You, go and find me a vomit bag and put it in front of him!"

Seeing their expressions, Ye Feng quickly reached out and held the little boy in his arms. His hands extended diagonally from his back to his chest and abdomen, and gently pressed them. At the same time, he told the purser.

The purser heard the sound and quickly picked up the vomiting bag and put it in front of the little boy.

Ouch!

Vomit bag just opened, Ye Feng's hands slightly forced, the little boy's body tilted, ejected a pile of not yet fully digested salad.

In the thick filth, you can see the whole pistachio shavings.

Although vomit is disgusting, you can see the contents inside, but the eyes of the beautiful stewardess become strange.

Ye Feng did not eat lunch or read the menu. He had no reason to know that the lunch provided by the plane was a nut salad.

Since he can judge the situation, maybe he is not a "witch doctor", but a real doctor, a rare good doctor!