"Wake up, Mr. Bill spoke, he woke up from his coma!"
"Oh my god, the magical Ye Feng, the magical Chinese traditional medicine, the magical ancient oriental civilization!"
"Dear audience, Mr. Ye's words before the game really were not empty talk. He really made the people of San Francisco see a miracle, and made the people of the entire United States witness a miracle created by an ancient civilization!"
Seeing Bill's lips moving, the photographer felt as if his scalp was about to explode. He held the microphone and exclaimed wildly.
To bring a vegetative patient back to life from a deep coma is truly a miracle in medical history!
What is even more surprising is that Ye Feng did not rely on any advanced technology, but a simple pair of hands and a few needles. Such a simple and ingenious method cannot but make people feel incredible.
Since the first thing Bill said after waking up was that I was wrong, it means that my rescue of him was not in vain this time.
After hearing Bill's words, Ye Feng nodded with satisfaction.
No one is perfect and everyone makes mistakes, but as long as one admits his mistakes and corrects them, it is still a good thing. Since things are irreversible, he is willing to give Bill a chance to make amends.
"Mr. Ye, thank you. I will definitely fulfill my promise to you. Later, I will inform the media about the dispute between my father and Parker, and donate my shares to the charity fund."
When Catherine heard her father's voice, she covered her mouth excitedly, sobbed for a few times, and then made a standard 90-degree bow to Ye Feng, and then spoke sincerely.
Ye Feng nodded slightly, then walked to Bill's bed, put his hand on his pulse, and started taking his pulse again.
"Ye Feng, does Mr. Bill have any other questions?"
Seeing Ye Feng's actions, Dr. Hausen asked nervously.
Although Bill has recovered and is awake, what if there are any sequelae
"It's okay, I'm just checking his physical condition now." Ye Feng answered casually.
In fact, Bill has now completely woken up from his coma. The reason why he can't sit up, talk, or open his eyes is because his body has become accustomed to the coma and the weakness after being bedridden for more than half a year. He just needs to adapt to it in an hour or so and there is no need to take his pulse or anything like that.
However, for Ye Feng, the reason why he rescued Bill this time was that he planned to take advantage of this opportunity to conquer Americans with Chinese medicine and let the world know how magical this ancient medical skill is.
Everything was still being broadcast live at the moment. Since someone was advertising for free, how could he miss such a good opportunity
"Oh my god, Mr. Ye is so thoughtful. After curing Mr. Bill, he did not take credit for himself at all, but continued to diagnose the patient carefully!"
"The way he closed his eyes to check a pulse is so handsome. I am so fascinated by him!"
I have to say that the scene of a handsome young man sitting quietly in front of a hospital bed taking a patient's pulse is so destructive that it can be said to be unparalleled.
I don’t know how many girls had pink bubbles in their eyes because of this scene.
The photographer was quick-witted and immediately captured Ye Feng's silhouette at the moment, preparing to use it as tomorrow's headline.
Even Ye Feng himself did not expect that many years later, all the Chinese medicine clinics in the streets and alleys of the United States would use the silhouette of this photo as their trademark to indicate that they are the orthodox inheritors of Chinese traditional medicine.
When the photographer who took this photo sold the film at an auction many years later, it was bought by a buyer for 100 million, making this photo the most valuable photo in history.
After a long time, when Ye Feng felt that if he continued to feel Bill's pulse, he might be too pretentious and be struck by lightning, he slowly stood up, opened the door of the ward and walked out.
"Ye Feng!"
"Ye! Great Ye! Miracle boy!"
As soon as he walked out of the ward, he was greeted with deafening applause.
Whether they were Americans who already yearned for Chinese culture or Americans who had prejudices against China, after witnessing Ye Feng's methods with their own eyes, they all expressed their admiration for his behavior with applause from the bottom of their hearts.
The sound was so loud and continuous that it almost collapsed the ceiling.
"The hospital is a quiet place. Although I enjoy the applause, we'd better not disturb other patients' rest." Ye Feng smiled and waved his hand, signaling that everyone should not applaud. He glanced at Ryan, who was pale and evasive in the crowd, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ryan, I wonder if my performance just now is worthy of the word miracle?"
In order to prevent Ryan and the audience from not understanding, Wenrou naturally translated every word Ye Feng said.
Ryan looked at Ye Feng awkwardly, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Before Ye Feng treated him, he criticized him harshly and belittled Chinese medical skills. But now, Ye Feng used practical means to prove to him how profound Chinese medical skills were.
In the face of the ironclad facts, all the words he had said before were like slaps in the face, hitting him hard on the face one after another, making him wish he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
Damn Ye Feng, damn Chinese people, why is this ancient country so mysterious
While laughing dryly, he hid in the crowd and cursed in his heart.
Want to leave? You've insulted me so much, it's too easy for me to let you go!
But I won’t kill you first, I’ll just let you suffer a little, this way, it won’t be considered as killing without teaching!
Seeing this, Ye Feng smiled coldly, his eyes quickly fell on a patient next to him with many large pustules on his face. He suppressed his nausea, activated his magic power, patted his shoulder lightly, pulled out the disease, and injected it into Ryan's body.
"Ah, my face! Why does my face itch so much?"
In just a blink of an eye, large pustules quickly covered Ryan's cheeks. The piercing itchiness made him unable to control himself and he stretched out his hands to scratch his cheeks.
The fingertips passed by, and the sharp nails pierced the abscess, and disgusting yellow fluid mixed with blood flowed all over his face.
"How come my face is healed?" At the same time, the patient with the abscess held his face in surprise, shocked beyond words.
what 's wrong
The people in the corridor were dumbfounded, not understanding why, in just one minute, the patient's condition was transferred to Ryan, as if God had played a face-changing game in front of everyone.
Could it be that even God favors this Chinese boy who symbolizes miracle and does not allow anyone to insult him!
In an instant, a thought popped up involuntarily in everyone's mind, and then their eyes became even more fiery!