Supreme Medicinal God

Chapter 116: Typhoid fever or heat stroke

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The loud laughter was too harsh, especially when it reached the ears of the man with glasses who was feeling very proud of himself. It made him feel uncomfortable all over.

It's him!

Looking back, the man with glasses quickly locked onto the source of the laughter and said in a cold voice with a stern face: "You stinky peasant, I'm treating someone, what the hell are you laughing at?"

"Treatment?"

When Ye Feng heard this, he laughed even more happily: "So you are treating the disease, I thought you were murdering."

murder

The crowd was stunned, looking at Ye Feng and the man with glasses in confusion, feeling a little confused about the situation.

"What did you say, you stinky peasant? You can insult me, but you can't insult my medical skills!"

The man with glasses went completely berserk. He pointed his finger at Ye Feng's nose and said coldly, "I'm a student at Tongren Medical University, studying medicine. You're just a stinky peasant. What right do you have to tell me what to do?"

"Can students from Tongren Medical University do whatever they want and treat patients at random?"

Who is Ye Feng? How could he bear being pointed at? He casually pushed the glasses man's hand aside and said calmly: "You are not good at medicine. I think you are good at killing people!"

Murder technique?!

The man with glasses was so angry that his nose was almost crooked. This was supposed to be a good opportunity for him to stand out, but now Ye Feng had messed it up.

"Human life is more important than anything else. Saving lives is the most important thing. I won't bother with a stinky peasant like you!"

The man with glasses stared at Ye Feng for a long time with gritted teeth. Although he really wanted to rush up and beat him up, he really didn't have the courage. He could only pretend that he didn't care about him and turned his head to continue the acupuncture.

"If you dare to give me the needle, I will break your fingers one by one!"

But before he could hold the silver needle steadily, Ye Feng said another sentence slowly.

It didn't matter what he said, the man with glasses almost dropped the silver needle in his hand to the ground out of fright.

"Damn it, you stinky peasant, can you afford to delay a matter involving human lives?" After finally tightening the silver needle, the man with glasses turned around and looked at Ye Feng and said loudly.

Ye Feng just sneered and said nothing, the look in his eyes was as cold as ice.

The cold eyes made the man with glasses feel uneasy. He felt that Ye Feng was not joking. If he dared to give him the needle, this unruly man might really break his fingers.

"My fellow farmer, this doctor is treating a patient. Please stop making trouble and leave here. If you don't leave, I will call the police!"

At this moment, the young flight attendant, whose soul was almost seduced away by the man with glasses, puffed out her chest, her face covered with freckles flushed red, and said to Ye Feng.

"Big breasts and no brains..."

But unfortunately Ye Feng didn't take her threat seriously at all. He lowered his head to glance at her towering chest, then made a light comment of four words, and then said playfully: "It's okay to let him treat the disease, but if someone dies, can you take the responsibility?"

With just one sentence, the young flight attendant was stunned.

Although she did think the man with glasses was very capable, she really couldn't take the responsibility if anything went wrong.

Especially since this was her first day at work, if someone died, she would have to say goodbye to this job.

"Diaomin, am I a doctor, or are you a doctor?"

"I am a medical student at Tongren University. Do I need a troublemaker like you to tell me what to do?"

"You said I was killing people, so tell me how I killed people."

"If you don't tell me what's going on today, don't blame me for not saving people. Let's see who will take the responsibility then!"

The man with glasses was so furious that he simply put away the silver needle, clasped his hands in front of his chest and spoke angrily like a machine gun.

"Open your mouth and say Tongren Medical University, close your mouth and say Tongren Medical University, Old Lady Tu... Is that what Old Lady Tu taught you?"

Hearing his words, Ye Feng sneered with contempt. He originally wanted to say "Old Lady Tu", but thinking of Jiang Yixiu's angry look when he said this last time, he could only change "old lady" to "old lady".

He actually knew Principal Tu?!

The man with glasses was stunned and looked at Ye Feng in surprise.

It is obvious that a troublemaker from the mountains should not know so much about the affairs of Tongren Medical University.

"As for the doctor, it's a coincidence that I happen to be a doctor of moderate status in our village. I have cured several people who were terminally ill and had been sentenced to death by quack doctors." Ye Feng said slowly.

This stinky and unruly man is actually a doctor

The man with glasses couldn't help but feel nervous.

"As for why she fainted, let me tell you my theory. She didn't have typhoid fever, but heatstroke!"

At this moment, Ye Feng glanced at the girl lying on the lower bunk and continued lightly.

Heat stroke

When people in the carriage heard Ye Feng's words, they were stunned for a moment, and then they felt something was strange.

"Heatstroke? Hahaha, you are a doctor, I think you are a barefoot doctor?"

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, the man with glasses, who was a little nervous at first, suddenly felt relieved. He raised his head and laughed, then pointed at the exhaust vent in the car and laughed: "Touch it and see what it is. Is this the air conditioner? You got a heatstroke in an air-conditioned car. You're the only one who can think of that!"

Yes, sleeper cars are all air-conditioned, and the number of people is not as densely packed as in hard seat cars. You may even feel cool if you stay in it for a long time. Some people even choose to wear a coat when getting on the train. How could they get heatstroke

As soon as the man with glasses finished speaking, everyone in the car felt relieved, and finally understood what was wrong.

Snapped!

But at this moment, a shocking scene suddenly appeared. Ye Feng suddenly raised his hand, changed his forehand and backhand, and slapped the man with glasses twice. One of the legs of his glasses broke, and the frame flew into the crowd.

Are you angry out of shame

The crowd was stunned. No one expected Ye Feng to suddenly start hitting someone.

"you… "

The man with glasses was also stunned. After a long while, he touched his burning face and became furious.

"Does it hurt?"

Ye Feng smiled faintly, and then said: "You know, this is the pain in the hearts of those who were misdiagnosed by you; it is also the pain in the hearts of those teachers who taught you after seeing you treat people's lives so carelessly!"

"You can't get heatstroke in an air-conditioned car? That's ridiculous. You said she had typhoid fever, but that was just because she had a high fever but no sweat, and her hands and feet were trembling slightly! But didn't your teacher at Tongren Medical University teach you that there is a kind of heatstroke, which happens to be high fever without sweat, and trembling hands and feet? And haven't you heard that the blue of the sky is like the face of a typhoid patient? Is her face blue?"

Every word, although spoken in a plain tone, was like a powerful spear, hitting the bespectacled man right in the heart and forcing him to step back step by step.

The red face turned pale in an instant, and the palms and soles of the feet were covered with a layer of wet sweat.

At the same time, Ye Feng continued calmly: "But I think with your level of being half-hearted and half-hearted, you can't think of any heat stroke that would cause this kind of symptom. So I will be merciful and tell you. Remember, this is called non-exertional heat stroke!"