The Personal Physician of the Female President

Chapter 54 Creating Miracles

The Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine has always only accepted patients with difficult and miscellaneous diseases. This organization is unique and never cares about the opinions of the outside world.

Although severe patients like Zheng Dong's mother do not belong to the ranks of patients with intractable diseases, they also have great research value, so the Chinese Medicine Association will admit Zheng Dong and his mother.

They will try their best to treat it, but if they can't be cured, then they can only say sorry.

Therefore, the Association of Chinese Medicine is the last straw for Zheng Dong to treat his seriously ill mother, and he grasps it very tightly.

Standing beside Chen Feng and watching Chen Feng feel his mother's pulse, Zheng Dong's eyes were complicated, joy mixed with worry, he hoped that Chen Feng would give him good news, but was also afraid that Chen Feng would give him bad news.

It is impossible to understand the uneasy feeling without experiencing it personally.

Seeing that Chen Feng had finished taking his pulse and his brows were furrowed, Zheng Dong immediately became nervous.

He clasped his hands tightly, and his voice trembled slightly, "Xiaofeng, what's the matter, can my mother still be saved?"

Chen Feng got up from the stool, and patted Zheng Dong's shoulder the same way Zheng Dong had patted him.

Zheng Dong's eyes darkened, and his voice became a little low and depressed, "I know, my mother must be hopeless, right, Xiaofeng, I don't blame you, you just graduated not long after all, but I don't I will give up hope, and I will continue to wait. The old doctors in the association said that my mother's illness may have to be rescued by the honorary president of the Chinese Medicine Association."

Zheng Dong sat on the chair slumped, silent.

The group of old Chinese doctors waiting outside the ward heard Zheng Dong's words and couldn't help but fell silent.

Zheng Dong didn't know that Chen Feng was the president of the Chinese Medicine Association, how could the group of old Chinese medicine practitioners standing at the door not know.

Since Chen Feng also thinks that Zheng Dong's mother is hopeless, then I'm afraid it really is hopeless.

After all, Chen Feng was a human being, not a god. It was normal for him to be helpless with such a terminal illness, but when they thought of not being able to prove the strength of Chinese medicine in front of Western medicine, they felt disappointed for a while.

However, just when the disappointment in the hearts of those old Chinese doctors was about to reach its peak, Chen Feng's voice sounded again in the ward.

"Adong, what are you thinking about? Although Auntie's illness is serious, she is far from helpless. Please relax, I can treat her!"

Chen Feng rubbed his nose, showing that he didn't know how to speak, but in the end he blushed and said, "Ah Dong, in fact, the honorary president of the Chinese Medicine Association that the seniors of the Chinese Medicine Association are talking about is me! "

"Ah?" Zheng Dong's face showed a deep look of surprise, and the powerful joy that had just been born in his heart was overwhelmed by the shock. He stared at Chen Feng expectantly, feeling incredible.

He knew very well why Chen Feng studied Western medicine at the beginning, so why he suddenly became the honorary president of the Chinese Medicine Association.

Known as the president, Chen Feng's attainments in Chinese medicine must be extremely high, but this is very contradictory!

Zheng Dong seemed to want to ask out the doubts in his heart, but Chen Feng made a silent gesture.

"Adong, auntie's condition is very serious, so I have to give auntie emergency treatment, you go out first, what's the matter, wait until I treat auntie well!"

Chen Feng pushed Chen Feng out of the ward, and then borrowed a set of silver needles from an old Chinese doctor.

When Chen Feng was treating those patients last time, he just prescribed some medicines. This time, he didn't expect that he would actually administer the needles himself. This is a good thing not to be missed.

After all, the most basic way to measure whether a Chinese medicine practitioner is skilled is to test his acupuncture techniques.

Chen Feng's medical skills are so superb, and his acupuncture techniques are naturally extremely unusual. If he can observe them, it will be more effective in improving their medical skills.

But to the disappointment of those old Chinese doctors, after Chen Feng said sorry, he directly closed the door of the ward, and in order to prevent them from opening the door to enter, he even locked the door of the ward directly.

The group of old Chinese doctors were very disappointed that they couldn't observe Chen Feng performing acupuncture.

But it's just a disappointment. After all, every master of medicine has his own inheritance of medicine. Some things can be shared, and some things that are unique to the teacher's school still have to be hidden.

They are all the same and can understand each other.

After Chen Feng closed the door, he walked back to Chen Feng's mother's hospital bed.

He needs to use the Nine-Turn Resurrection Needle, and the Nine-Turn Resurrection Needle needs to be used with the method of Qi Yu Needle. If it is exposed, it will be too shocking.

Silently adjusting his energy, Chen Feng circulated the true energy in his dantian and gathered it in his right hand.

With a wave of his right hand, the set of silver needles he just borrowed opened automatically, and 720 silver needles were densely inserted into the silver needle set.

Zheng's mother's condition is serious and her brain is bleeding. Chen Feng must use acupuncture to evacuate the bad blood in Zheng's mother's brain, and then penetrate all the acupuncture points in Zheng's mother's brain to make it transparent.

Only in this way can Mother Zheng be out of danger.

There are a total of 720 acupuncture points in the human body, and there are 150 and seven acupuncture points on the head alone.

Therefore, the brain is the most important part of the human body.

Chen Feng wanted to use acupuncture on all the acupuncture points on Zheng's mother's head. If he wanted to do this, if Chen Feng hadn't known the Nine-Turn Resurrection Needle and it wasn't the first time he used the Nine-Turn Resurrection Needle, he wouldn't have dared to do it rashly.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Feng exerted his strength suddenly, his true energy came out through his palm, and went straight to the silver needle cover. The silver needle in the silver needle cover was pulled by Chen Feng's true energy, and flew out automatically, 150 breaths In an instant, a silver needle was suspended above Zheng's mother's head.

Chen Feng helped Zheng's mother up, the true energy in his right hand was surging, and the 150 seven silver needles were whistling.

Feeling the genuine energy surging from the 150 seven silver needles, Chen Feng gritted his teeth, and the 150 seven silver needles were instantly inserted into Zheng Mu's head. In an instant, Zheng Mu's head turned into a hedgehog.

Simultaneously using 150 seven silver needles was still extremely stressful for Chen Feng.

Fortunately, Chen Feng has been practicing hard every night during this time.

After finishing the performance, Chen Feng started to spin the needle, and after spinning the needle, keep the needle.

These two steps are all to evacuate the bad blood in Mother Zheng's mind and penetrate the acupoints.

After doing all this, Chen Feng was already dripping with sweat, like taking a sauna. He still overestimated himself a little, and his true energy was almost exhausted.

Once the true qi is overdrawn, not only will he be in a coma, but mother Zheng's life will also be in danger.

Biting his tongue, Chen Feng forcibly kept himself clear, and insisted on completing the last step, taking out the needle.

Fortunately, everything went well.

Mother Zheng is out of danger, as long as she can take good care of her, she will soon be back to normal.

It was just that Chen Feng was a little out of strength, his legs were trembling, and his face was pale, as if he had fought a vigorous woman for [-] rounds.

In this state, Chen Feng needed to rest. He was afraid that Zheng Dong would be worried, so he could only force himself to open the door of the ward. Feeling the concern in the eyes of Zheng Dong and the resident members of the Chinese Medicine Association, Chen Feng forced out a ray smile.

"As expected, I have successfully pulled the patient back from the gate of hell!"

Chen Feng's consciousness was a little blurred. Before he fainted, the last sound he heard was the cheers of the group of old Chinese doctors. The group seemed extremely excited, shouting that he had created a miracle!
(End of this chapter)