It was late at night, and the hospital called him. Although the old man didn't say anything, his face looked very bad.

"Dean, what are you asking me to do?"

"Old Meng, that's right. We ask you to help us get the palm of our eyes..." Facing the respected old Chinese doctor Meng Qiusheng, Mo Renyi laughed and said the whole story in a low voice.

oh?

Meng Qiusheng raised his gray eyebrows and showed a slight displeasure.

What are the best things about this kind of neurologist’s family?

The patient's legs were smashed and smashed, and surgery was obviously needed. What can Chinese medicine do?

Just as he was about to turn his head and leave, he suddenly swept the silver needles on Kong Wenbo's chest and frowned slightly.

Hey, it seems to be interesting?

He subconsciously approached the operating table and looked at it carefully.

The skin around these silver needles is red, but it is definitely not blood stasis. How did he do it?

After observing Kong Wenbo again, he found that although Kong Wenbo was still in a coma, his face was rosy and his eyebrows were trembling slightly, which was very abnormal.

In addition, the blood on his legs had stopped and quickly formed blood scabs, which were dazzlingly red.
Chapter completed!