The Almighty Wife explodes

Meng Yao nodded firmly, "Yes, it can be cured here."

"No, but they all said it was terminally ill." The man was confused for a moment, he didn't even know whether he should trust Meng Yao or the group of doctors outside.

Logically speaking, he should trust the doctors outside.

After all, everyone says so, one or two may be misdiagnosed, so is it possible that each of them is misdiagnosed?

This is impossible.

However, he was more willing to believe in Meng Yao in his heart, in case his illness could really be cured, in case it was right.

Meng Yao took a deep breath, her patience had reached its limit, "So what I said is that it can be cured here."

It is unlikely to be curable in others.

After all, other people's medical skills are not comparable to hers.

Hearing these words suddenly, no matter whether it was the patient, the filming person or the barrage, they all fell into silence.

Really, there hasn't been such a confident person for a long time.

On the barrage, Meng Yao's fans began to control the field.

"Our family Yaoyao has such a character, please don't be offended, every time she says something like this, it means she is sure, everyone just watch."

Because many people have been slapped in the face by Meng Yao too many times.

So this time, everyone didn't comment, but quietly waited for the follow-up.

After Meng Yao failed, they came back to mock Meng Yao fiercely.

The man's lips were trembling as he spoke, "Really, really? You can't be lying to me, are you?"

Meng Yao chuckled lightly, and asked back, "Then tell me, what good will it do me if I lie to you?"

There is no benefit, so why would she do this, right?

The man also reacted, he shook his head, "No, it's not good, so can it really be cured?"

After finishing speaking, the man seemed to think of something, and fell silent again.

"Don't worry, I'm sure that it can be cured, and even if you can't cure it, you have no loss. Anyway, your disease is like this. If I don't cure it, or if it can't be cured, you will die, but you are willing. If you fight hard, you will still breathe again, it depends on how you choose."

Everyone will agree.

Men are no exception.

He hurriedly said, "I promise you."

Meng Yao pointed to the medicine bowl beside her, "Then you drink this medicine..."

The man nodded vigorously, "Okay, I'll drink."

After Gu Dong drank two sips, he stared at him for more than an hour. Meng Yao felt his pulse, thinking that the time was almost up, and took out the silver needle.

"This, what is this?" Because of drinking the medicine, the patient felt a little sleepy while feeling that his physical pain was relieved.

Meng Yao fed him a pill.

"It's nothing, you go to sleep first."

The patient swallowed the pill, and before he had time to speak, he felt more and more sleepy, his eyelids seemed to be his own, and he fell asleep directly on the bed.

Meng Yao is giving needles.

Zhao Youfu, who was watching Meng Yao's live broadcast, was startled. He lost his grip on the phone and dropped it to the ground.

Zhao Zhenyi, who was about to give the needle, was taken aback, and turned his head to stare at him.

"Second Uncle, I didn't do it on purpose. Meng Yao is also preparing to give acupuncture. I was so surprised, that's why I didn't hold the phone firmly."

Zhao Zhenyi glanced at him, "There's nothing surprising about that, she definitely wants to use acupuncture to delay the patient's life, that's normal."