"Where did the bastard bastard dare to curse our old chief!"

An angry roar came from the treatment room, and after a while, I saw a man of twenty-six or seventeen years old walking out of it angrily.

Looking at his posture, he was obviously ready to make a move at any time without saying a word, and the bunch of big men outside the door were suddenly frightened and quickly dodged one by one, obviously very afraid of him.

However, as soon as this person appeared, Wang Xiaocao, who originally wanted to pull Tang Yi to leave quickly, suddenly laughed: "It turned out to be Instructor Zhao!"

This person is none other than Zhao Dashan, who previously called himself the king of soldiers.

Zhao Dashan was slightly stunned when he saw Wang Xiaocao, and then saw Tang Yi standing beside her, and his originally angry expression suddenly disappeared.

"I'm that bastard bastard!" Tang Yi said lightly.

"Hehe!" Zhao Dashan smiled awkwardly, his tone was respectful, and he said almost flatteringly: "I'm sorry, little brother, I'm a big boss, I don't speak through my brain, don't be like me!"

Looking at Zhao Dashan's flattering expression, the big men around him suddenly had incredible expressions written on their faces, and then they all looked at Tang Yi.

What is the origin of this mediocre-looking hairy boy, Zhao Dashan, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, has to please him to the extreme.

"Who the hell is messing around outside!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a military uniform came out of the treatment room, tall and exuding an aura of non-anger and self-authority.

"It's you, you're talking nonsense and yelling here!" The middle-aged man looked at Tang Yi and said with a random snort: "If you don't get him out quickly, if you dare to mess around, you will arrest him and send him to a military court!"

"Don't! Don't!" Zhao Dashan hurriedly stopped: "Commander, listen to me!"

As he spoke, Zhao Dashan leaned in the middle-aged man's ear and whispered something.

An incredible expression suddenly flashed on the middle-aged man's face, and after looking at Tang Yi, he asked Zhao Dashan, "Really?"

Zhao Dashan nodded: "It's true! I can't even catch his move!"

Hearing Zhao Dashan's words, the expression on the middle-aged man's face became even more exciting, and after taking a deep breath, he walked up to Tang Yi and said apologetically: "Little brother, I am here to apologize to you for what I just said!"

Seeing this scene, the faces of the people around him changed greatly, what kind of person is this kid, even their head of the regiment has to apologize to him.

"Forget it!" Tang Yi waved his hand indifferently, and said lightly: "It's important to save people, let me go in to see the patient first." ”

"Please!" The middle-aged man hurriedly dodged and let Tang Yi walk into the treatment room.

The treatment room of the school hospital is not large, only about thirty or forty square meters, and on a hospital bed, there is an old man, who looks estimated to be eighty or ninety years old, and is already in a coma at the moment, and he does not know who is going to die.

Next to the hospital bed, an old man in a white coat was about to rescue the old man, and when he saw Tang Yi and Wang Xiaocao who came in suddenly, he immediately frowned: "I didn't say it, no one is allowed to come in and disturb, don't go out quickly!"

Seeing this person, Wang Xiaocao was taken aback, she recognized this person, surnamed Cheng, is a well-known traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the country, after retirement, he was hired by Shanghai University to be a professor with a high salary, and his prestige in Shanghai University is extremely high.

Wang Xiaocao just wanted to listen to Professor Cheng's words and withdraw from the treatment room, but heard Tang Yi suddenly speak: "I dare to guarantee that if you continue to rescue according to your way, within ten minutes, the patient will definitely die!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Professor Cheng said angrily: "Don't hurry up and get out of here!"

Tang Yi ignored Professor Cheng's words, but turned to look at the middle-aged man behind him, and asked, "Does the patient usually cough violently and have difficulty breathing!"

"Not bad!" the middle-aged man nodded.

"That's an injury to the lungs!" Tang Yi's nose twitched slightly, then he looked at Professor Cheng with an angry face, and said lightly: "Since you are a Chinese medicine practitioner, you should also understand the theory of Chinese medicine, but unfortunately you know only half of it, and your level is limited, and the prescription you prescribe is not tight and cannot save people, but it has become a life talisman ......."

Hearing Tang Yi say that his level was limited, Professor Cheng was naturally not convinced, and just wanted to refute, but when he heard Tang Yi actually say the names and weights of medicinal materials one by one, his face suddenly changed.

Because the medicinal materials and the amount of medicine that Tang Yi said in his mouth were exactly the recipes he used to rescue this old chief before, they were exactly the same.

The young man actually just smelled the aftertaste in the air, and he could distinguish exactly what he had prescribed.

"You ......" Professor Cheng was shocked, looking at Tang Yi like a monster.

Seeing Professor Cheng's expression, he knew that everything Tang Yi said was the truth, and it was obvious that Tang Yi's medical skills were far above him.

"Little brother!" Zhao Dashan on the side said anxiously: "Since you are so powerful, please hurry up and save the old head of my family!"

"Is there a silver needle?"

"Yes, I'll get it here!" Wang Xiaocao said, quickly found a box of silver needles for acupuncture, and handed it to Tang Yi.

Looking at Tang Yi who was walking towards the hospital bed, Professor Cheng no longer stopped him as before, but obediently stepped aside, but his eyes were staring at the silver needle in Tang Yi's hand, obviously wanting to see how Tang Yi would rescue.

"Here, help me take off the patient's shirt!"

The middle-aged man and Zhao Dashan hurriedly came over and quickly took off the old chief's shirt.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of people, Tang Yi twisted the silver needle in his hand, walked to the old chief's side, moved his fingers like the wind, and pierced the acupuncture points on the old chief's body.

As the so-called layman looks at the excitement, Zhao Dashan and the others only saw Tang Yi's fast technique, but they didn't understand it at all, but Professor Cheng, who was an insider, was full of incredulity at the moment.

The speed of Tang Yi's acupuncture points alone far exceeds the process of teaching this old Chinese medicine doctor with decades of experience.

After all the silver needles were used up, Tang Yi quickly pulled them out again, and when the last silver needle was pulled out, the old chief, who was still in a coma, suddenly coughed violently.

It was only a few minutes before the old chief had come to his senses.

"Old chief (Dad)!" Zhao Dashan and the middle-aged man hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up.

"Ahem!" the old chief coughed lightly and said with a smile: "I thought I was going down to reunite with the old brothers this time, but I didn't expect that I had just arrived at the Ghost Gate Pass and was pulled back!"

The old chief looked at Professor Cheng who was standing aside: "Old Cheng, this time it's thanks to you!"

"Don't dare! Don't dare!" Professor Cheng hurriedly waved his hand: "I don't dare to be greedy for merit, thank you a lot this time......"

However, when he looked around, he found that Tang Yi was long gone, and even Wang Xiaocao was gone.