The arrogant tone aroused some disgust among the people in the cabin. It is undeniable that Song An has an unusual talent in the medical field, but it is a bit too much to say that his words are authoritative.
However, most people still want to be able to treat this patient well, and people are kind-hearted, and no one wants to see someone die from sudden symptoms on the plane.
Of course, it's more likely that they don't want the plane to be delayed or to transfer in the middle.
These passengers don't know medical skills, but Ye Zichen does.
He didn't expect Song Dong to be so arrogant, he would say a word of authority whenever he disagreed, ignoring his warnings.
"Boy, watch it, within a minute..."
Song Dong arrogantly raised his head with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. In his opinion, this was the simplest airsickness response at high altitude.
What puffy arms, red neck.
He is now waiting for Yang Zhen to get up from the ground so that he can slap Ye Zichen in the face...
In an instant, a minute passed.
Yang Zhen on the ground still didn't get any better, but what made people more concerned was that his complexion gradually changed from pale white to purple, his arms also became red, and his blood vessels were bulging.
"Why does my dad do this!"
Yang Yushi asked, and Song An was also a little panicked at this time.
It shouldn't be, there was nothing wrong with his handling just now. But why the patient has not woken up, but has this symptom.
"Is this what you call authority? Go away!"
He raised his hand and pushed the dazed Song An away. He really felt a little sad for the medical achievements of the United States.
Such a person can actually win numerous awards and become a master of medical research...
"Do you have silver needles here?"
She frowned slightly at the flight attendant, and the stewardess next to her nodded immediately.
"There are some."
"Bring it for me, I want acupuncture. Also, if you have a knife and a white towel, bring it too, the knife will be sterilized by high temperature!"
"no problem!"
The flight attendant quickly left the cabin, and she did not dare to neglect the passengers here.
There are some successful people who can be in this cabin, especially the one who fell down is Yang Yushi's father. There is no need to mention Yang Yushi's identity, that is a red and purple star.
But the young man who asked for the silver needle just now seems to have seen it somewhere...
"Ye Yechen, my dad will have no problem with him!" Yang Yushi said worriedly, raised his hand and patted her little head, and gave her a relieved smile, "No, what are you worried about with me here? . But after he wakes up, you must convince him to go to the hospital for a general examination, his body is... "
Shaking his head and sighing, Yang Yushi's face became more and more nervous. At this moment, the stewardess also came over with the items Ye Ye Chen needed just now.
"Chinese medicine?"
Song An frowned, but Ye Zichen ignored him and went to scratch Yang Zhen's arm with a knife.
"What are you doing?" Song An frowned, and Ye Zichen lightly spread out his hands, "Bloodletting, you can't tell what kind of doctor you are."
"Do you know what the consequences of this will be?"
"Are you preaching to me, Expert Song?" Ye Zichen's face gradually darkened, and he sneered, "I'm wiping your ass, or if someone dies in a while, do you want to take criminal responsibility? , or that you only say do your best, but don't say anything about your mediocrity?"
"Wipe my ass?"
Song An sneered at Dasheng, his lips wriggling as if to say how much his achievements in the medical field were. In this regard, Ye Zichen just handed him a piece of silver and hummed.
"I don't want to talk to you, the patient's family is here, and I will do it if the family agrees."
"I agree!"
Yang Yushi broke out the words without thinking, and Ye Zichen also raised the knife and slid it towards Yang Zhen's arm.
The bright red blood seemed to be stored in a high-pressure pump, rushing to the old high.
Ye Zichen ignored the blood on his body, meditated on the time in his heart, then grabbed the white towel and covered it with Yang Zhen's arm.
But this didn't stop the blood flowing, and after a while, the towel turned red.
"Silver Needle!"
The stewardess hurriedly spread the silver needle in front of Ye Zichen, and he just covered Yang Zhen's arm with one hand, while the other hand pierced it without even probing the acupuncture point.
The passengers in the cabin couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat for Ye Zichen, the blood just now was really scary.
"Get another towel!"
In just a short while, the six towels were stained bright red by Yang Zhen's blood. During this period, Ye Zichen kept squinting his eyes and pinching the silver needle with his palm.
"call."
With a long sigh, Ye Zichen twisted his neck and stood up from the ground.
All the customers in the cabin turned their attention to him, and Yang Yushi also said nervously.
"How about it?"
"I'll wake up in a while." With a faint smile, he smiled at the cabin lady again, "Please prepare him some candy, he may be a little dizzy when he wakes up..."
As soon as the words fell, Ye Zichen turned around and walked back to his seat, but Song An frowned behind him.
"Want to leave, do you want to avoid responsibility?"
"You think I'm you?" Ye Zichen said with a sneer, "If you don't have those two brushes, don't come out and be embarrassed. Fortunately, I'm here... If I wasn't there, people would have killed you!"
"Fuck!" Song An scolded through gritted teeth, "You know that I got..."
"What if you won all the awards in the medical world, man... you didn't save your life. Even if you were covered with awards, you wouldn't be able to demonstrate your mediocre nature. Did you see the acupuncture I used just now? , no! Since that's the case, what are you still doing here..."
Just now, Ye Zichen used the Jiuyang Life Continuing Needle. He thought he could block Song An's mouth with this needle, but he seemed to understand nothing...
I really don't know why an idiot like him can achieve such high achievements in the medical field.
"Okay, don't show your little man's heart there. I'm not a passerby, and now we're on the same plane, even if something goes wrong... You can find me in my cabin!"
He turned his head away with a faint smile, Song An clenched his fists and gritted his teeth to look at his back, his face became gloomy and terrifying.
He secretly prayed not to wake up in his heart, but the sky didn't go his way...
Just as Ye Zichen left, Yang Zhen woke up.
This invisible slap slapped him on the face and slapped him in pain. Yang Yushi also looked surprised, but she said indifferently.
"You are awake."
"What's wrong with me?" Yang Zhen rubbed his head dazedly, then turned his eyes to Song Andao next to him, "Did this doctor save me?"
"A little effort!"
Song An replied cheekily, all the passengers in the cabin were defeated by his shamelessness, and Yang Yushi retorted mercilessly.
"It wasn't him who saved you. If it wasn't for Ye Zichen just now, maybe you..."
"Who?" Yang Zhen's eyes suddenly widened, "You mean Ye Zichen?"