Urban Supreme Immortal Doctor

"The heart rate is only 45, and the patient's vital signs are gradually weakening."

"It seems that even Master Zheng is helpless about the old man's condition."

"Anyone in the world who can not die is a party with power. After all, there will be such a day."

……

Qingzhou No.1 People's Hospital, the intensive care ward was full of people inside and outside.Everyone looked nervous, looking at the old man lying on the hospital bed.

"Grandpa, wake up! Grandpa..."

In front of the hospital bed, a young woman in her early 20s was holding the old man's hand, crying non-stop.

The old man was skinny, his face was covered with age spots, his eyes were closed weakly, and he looked like a candle in the wind.It's just that he clenched his teeth tightly, as if he was still holding his breath.

If this breath dissipates, it is time for his soul to return to Jiuquan.

"Master Zheng, is there really no other way?"

Beside the hospital bed, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes asked anxiously, "Don't talk about rejuvenation, as long as you can last for another month!"

Standing opposite the middle-aged man was an old man in his 60s, but his face was rosy and he seemed to be proficient in health preservation.

At this time, he could only shake his head and sigh: "The fate is over, the old man really has no other choice."

"Mr. Chen is nearly ninety years old this year, his organs are failing, and he fell down, alas..."

He tried his best.

But life, old age, sickness and death, no one can defy.

"Even Master Zheng, you can't do anything about it. Who else in Qingzhou can save my father?"

The middle-aged man is now extremely emotional.

Now that the family has internal and external troubles, if there is no father who can shake the inner and outer Xiaoxiao, it will fall apart, right before our eyes!

"If I can't do it, no one in Qingzhou can do it."

Master Zheng shook his head and said, "Birth, old age, sickness and death, destiny reincarnates, Brother Chen, don't be too sad."

Although his tone was sad, it carried a strong confidence and an undeniable taste.

After everyone heard it, they didn't feel offended. On the contrary, they nodded one after another, thinking that what the old man said was very true.

Master Zheng, the strongest national player in the Qingzhou TCM field, has been a golden sign for 40 years and has never missed anything.

It can be said that his words represent the final verdict.

However, at this moment, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

"Not necessarily no one can do it!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone turned their heads one after another, only to see a young man behind the crowd with an indifferent face, looking at Old Chen with piercing eyes.

This young man was tall and tall, with a tired look on his face after returning from a long journey. Although the clothes on his body were simple, they were washed clean.

"Who is this person, why have I never seen it before?"

"Master Zheng said he was hopeless, but he is still arguing here. Could it be that he is better than Master Zheng?"

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, so what the heck, we won't be the ones to suffer anyway."

Everyone talked a lot, although they didn't know the identity of the young man, but they were quite unfavorable in their words.

"Who said that?"

Master Zheng frowned and looked towards the crowd.

Following his gaze, everyone pushed aside a path, only the young man who spoke just now was left with his eyes facing each other.

Master Zheng had sharp eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Means nothing."

The young man raised his head, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "This old man's fate is uncertain, and he still has three years to live. If he is rescued properly, he will definitely survive."

"Can you survive?"

Master Zheng said angrily, "You brat, why do you dare to say that? Do you know that you have to be responsible for saying such things!"

"Then the patient is still saved, but he pushes the person into the coffin, should he be held responsible?"

the young man asked sharply.

hiss……

Everyone took a deep breath.

Master Zheng's real name is Zheng Guo, he studied under Zhang Daozi's senior, and has always been known as a miracle doctor.Don't say it is in Qingzhou, even in the whole domestic Chinese medicine circle, it is a highly respected existence.

But now, he was questioned like this by a brat.

"This young man, may I ask who you are?"

The middle-aged man just now hurried over and asked.

"I?"

The young man smiled faintly, "My name is Ye Feng, maybe now, I am the only one who can save him."

"Don't be ashamed!"

Master Zheng sneered and said, "If you can save Mr. Chen today, then I, the name of the master, don't mind! I can even serve tea and kowtow, and worship you as a teacher in public!"

It's not that he is conceited. In the field of Chinese medicine, except for his mentor Zhang Daozi, he has not met anyone who can beat him in these years.

Chen is old and frail, and because of his poor health, he has been taking various medicines all year round to continue his life. Now the end is approaching, and no one can bring the dead back to life.

The kid in front of him must be pretending to be amazing!

At this time, Chen Xue, a young girl who was crying in front of the hospital bed just now, seemed to see a life-saving straw, and hurriedly said to Ye Feng: "Please, if you really have a way, please hurry up and save my grandpa! "

"As long as you can do it, our Chen family dare not say anything else, it will definitely protect your prosperity and wealth for the rest of your life!"

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "We are destined to meet each other. Now that I have seen it, naturally I won't die."

With that said, he was about to walk in.

"and many more!"

At this time, the middle-aged man said suddenly.

"How sure are you?"

For this stranger who suddenly appeared, he was not at ease.The father's life is of great importance and cannot be handed over to a young man casually.

"If you believe me, it's [-]%."

Ye Feng stopped, looked at him with eyes like torches and said.

"It really blows the cowhide to the sky!"

Master Zheng blew his beard and stared, "Even if my mentor Zhang Daozi came here, I dare not say that I am [-]% sure."

Ye Feng shook his head without explaining: "If you don't believe me, let it go."

"Dad, grandpa is dying, let him try."

Chen Xue quickly persuaded, "Even if the result is bad, how bad can it be?"

The middle-aged man glanced at his father, gritted his teeth and said, "Well, let him try."

Chen Xue quickly looked at Ye Feng and said, "Mr. Ye, save my grandpa!"

"When I save people, there should be no idlers around to watch."

Ye Feng said, "Leave at most two people."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

The middle-aged man ordered: "Everyone get out."

He will definitely not leave, and Master Zheng will stay to observe the situation, so other people, even Chen Xue, can only leave the ward.

As soon as these people left, the ward immediately became empty.

"I've done everything you said, now it's time to do it?"

The middle-aged man frowned and asked Ye Feng.

Ye Feng didn't speak, and silently untied the backpack on his back, and took out a black needle box from it.