"Send the patient to the hospital for observation!" The doctor who led the team came to his senses from the shock and took over the rest of the work.

The middle-aged man next to the old man pulled Ye Fan to the side, took out a business card, handed it over with both hands, and said sincerely: "Doctor, I don't know how to thank you, this is my business card, you must not be polite if necessary." ”

I don't know how to thank you? I'll teach you! Banknotes, banknotes, or banknotes! Ye Fan wanted to teach him this, but when he took the business card, he quickly changed his mind and nodded hypocritically: "You're welcome, you're welcome." ”

When I look for you, you're welcome.

The middle-aged man shook his hand with a smile and said, "Then let's do it first...... I'll take care of the chief first. ”

Ye Fan smiled and sent him into the elevator, the old man craned his neck on the stretcher, and a pair of sharp eyes looked at the strange young man who saved his life through the crack in the slowly closing door until the elevator door closed, blocking the view.

"Chen Dongqing, colonel......" Ye Fan shook his business card and threw it into his pocket.

Just as he was about to turn around, a figure stumbled to his feet, holding Ye Fan's leg and crying with tears in his eyes: "Doctor, doctor, please, save my mother......"

"Uh, get up and talk about it, what's your mother's illness?" Ye Fan was taken aback, it's over, it seems that this time the decision was wrong, there are more poor people in the hospital who can't afford to be sick, isn't this asking for trouble for yourself.

Look at the way this kid is dressed, he is not a rich man.

"Brain...... Cerebroma. Zhang Dabao wiped the corners of his eyes and stood up, and there were already many people around him, whispering and pointing.

Ye Fan's face was as usual, and he waved his hand quietly: "Take a look." ”

A bite of rice cake choking is easy to treat, this brain tumor is not a small disease, this is called cancer, a circle of surgery, chemotherapy, traditional Chinese medicine, Western medicine, a lot of processes, basically people who can survive are tossed to only a few years of longevity.

Zhang Dabao was born in a poor middle peasant, and his wife had this kind of disease that rich and noble people dare not get, so how could the family have the money to do surgery, so they could only barely take some medicine and infusion to maintain their lives.

Ye Fan followed Zhang Dabao to the inpatient ward, and followed dozens of people to watch the excitement, patients, family members, doctors, nurses, and all kinds of people, all of whom had serious curiosity about this skilled doctor.

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

"Come and see God heal, come......"

"Wife, come out to see Hua Tuo......"

The crowd gathered more and more, the rumors became more and more outrageous, and hundreds of people almost collapsed the stairs of the inpatient department.

The brain ward has never been so lively, and several patients lying on the bed are looking at these excited and inexplicable people with their mouths open, is this coming to the hospital to form a group to catch the market?

"Mother, you are saved!" Zhang Dabao knelt in front of the bed and clenched the shaved and chapped palm of the old man with a sallow face.

The old man shook his head and smiled: "Baowa, don't coax your mother, you are ......"

"Old man, I'll take care of you. Ye Fan leaned over with a smile, and the heavenly eye filtered through the skull, filtering layers of blood vessels and thalamic tissue, and saw a tumor the size of a grain of rice in a pile of nerves!

The people around him held their breath and didn't dare to blink, but none of them could see the doorway.

It's not like Chinese medicine, what is he doing staring at the top of the old man's head?

"Hmm......" Ye Fan knew in his heart, and secretly thought about how to remove the tumor, which could not only rejuvenate the hand, but also not be too shocking, and get out of here as soon as possible.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the back of the old man's head, seemingly massaging gently, but in fact, he secretly injected several true qi, wrapped the tumor, and cut off its connection with the peripheral nerves and brain fluid!

In a minute or so, he withdrew his hand.

"Divine doctor, how is it? Can it be cured?" someone couldn't help but ask in front of Dabao, and a pair of pitiful eyes stared at him all over the ward.

In the eyes of patients, nothing is more important than health!

"No, you can't. Ye Fan waved his hand, and the two words he spit out made everyone lose their minds.

Zhang Dabao opened his mouth and sat down on the floor.

"I'm sorry, but the doctor is not a god. Ye Fan walked out with a paper bag: "Please let go, let go." ”

"Cut, I thought it was really Hua Tuo, it turned out to be a liar. ”

"It's boring, it's a waste of feelings, it's ...... go"

A moment ago, it was still a race to chase after it, but at this time it turned into a harsh mockery, Ye Fan smiled indifferently and disappeared into the corridor, not shocked by honor and disgrace, hiding his merit and fame.

Without any treatment, the tumor will naturally shrink within a few days, be engulfed by human white blood cells, and eventually mysteriously disappear.

In the high-level ward of the inpatient department, a gray-haired old man hurriedly walked out, took off his stethoscope and asked loudly: "Where was that young man just now?"

"Dean, he's gone. The secretary next to him reported.

Dean Qin stopped and reprimanded: "Such an excellent doctor, you don't even know the name of the person! Who knows this person?"

"Dean Qin, I heard that he treated a patient for a brain tumor in the brain inpatient department, but to no ......avail," said another male doctor with glasses in his white coat in his hands.

"Brain tumor, go there and take a look!" Dean Qin took the lead and walked into the elevator, and the entourage had no choice but to follow.

Looking up at the blue sky outside, Ye Fan smiled and lit a cigarette, he was too witty, he finally escaped, otherwise it would not be enough to lose money, go to your sister's miracle doctor.

Facing the bustling street, Ye Fan didn't know where to go for a while.

Anyway, wherever you go, why should life be limited to a frame.

The First Affiliated Hospital is affiliated to Xinghai University, and two blocks away is this institution of higher learning and a temple of knowledge.

Thinking that Lu Qingyu was teaching in it, Ye Fan also had a trace of interest in this university.

While admiring the beauty, it is better to ask her to have dinner at night, take a walk, talk about love, and do some things that a lonely man and a widow should do.

Yesterday, I came to the East Gate after eating ramen, and I was familiar with the road, and just at the time of class, Ye Fan arrived at the school gate.

"I'm going!" On the side of the boulevard in front of the college, there are long and long luxury cars parked, convertible, modified, limited edition, and extended versions...... Ordinary Audi and BMW are embarrassed to stop at the opposite door, Lamborghini, Maserati and the like are as many as a cow's hair, the chassis is so low that it mops the floor, and the sci-fi shape directly points to the alien civilization.

Here, it is the hunting ground of the rich second generation, the gentle township of the middle-aged uncle, the car key is flicked, the beauty comes naturally, clean, environmentally friendly, safe and connotative.

Do you need to be envious? Ye Fan leaned on the telephone rod, put on a cigarette, and joined the ranks of the horse fishers. You bubble students, let's bubble teachers, baba, baba, we are waiting for the beauty-teacher to soak.

"Brother Qiang, look at that poor sour dick, shouldn't this thing also want to pick up girls? Damn!" A sharp voice came from the wireless earbuds, and the young man sitting in Maybach shook his head and smiled silently.

"Just his beating sex, let's pee!"

"I think he's handsome. ”

"Where, where, I'll see......"

There are male voices, there are female voices, what is this rich second-generation small group gathered at the gate of Xinghai Academy?

"It's coming!" Yang Jiaqiang, who had been silent, had a faint excitement and excitement in his deep voice.

On Campus Avenue, a pitch-black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove out, with a deep and steady appearance, a standard British front face, and every time the wheels rotated forward, they all condensed solemnity and domineering, and arrogance was unstoppable.

"It's a good car. Ye Fan spat out the smoke ring and said to himself: "There is a style." ”

Boom –

Boom –

Seven or eight supercars around started at the same time, the engine roared, the momentum was like a rainbow, the car swarm up, started instantly, and quickly stalled, crunching and stopping, don't be in front of and behind the Rolls-Royce, force it to stop, a group of supercars horizontally and vertically, put on the posture of a group of lions besieging the giant elephant.

This is?

The roar of the sports car startled many passers-by, whether it was a fishing girl squatting on the side of the road, or a college student after class, all of whom focused on the luxurious black car at the same time.

"Hey, that's interesting. Ye Fan squinted his eyes, more than ten meters away, hugged his arms, and quietly waited for the drama to be staged.