Time passes minute by minute.

In the blink of an eye, forty minutes passed.

Ye Qiu hasn't finished the treatment yet, and everyone is sweating for him.

Because on this stage, it was the first time for Ye Qiu to take such a long time to treat an illness.

“Can Dr. Ye perform miracles?”

"It's hard."

"Late-stage tuberculosis is a terminal disease and cannot be cured at all."

"In fact, Dr. Ye can stop, because no matter how he treats it, it is impossible to change the result."

"Have you forgotten what Dr. Ye said? He is a doctor and will not give up the patient's life easily."

"Dr. Ye is a good doctor, but he can't cure terminal illnesses well, alas..."

Another half hour passed.

Up to now, Ye Qiu has been undergoing treatment for more than an hour.

Ye Qiu took back the golden needle on Yang Dawei's body, and then checked Yang Dawei's pulse.

After a while.

Ye Qiu turned to look at the four masters of Chinese medicine, a smile appeared on his pale face, and said: "Seniors, I succeeded!"

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