The wealthy daughter, she subdues people with force

Feng Chuyue smiled noncommittally: "It's okay, my age is really hard to convince."

It's really no one else's fault.

"It's fine if you don't blame yourself."

Mrs. Zhang's attitude changed quickly, and she quite liked Feng Chuyue.

I think this little girl is easy to talk to. If it is another genius, at her age, she has already been honored as a little genius doctor, and has inextricably linked with Chinese medicine. I don't know how arrogant she is.

"Then can you help my old lady take a look now?"

Mrs. Zhang thought of the old lady on the hospital bed, so she didn't dare to talk about it.

It is important to see a doctor for my mother!

"Okay." Feng Chuyue didn't refuse.

Mrs. Zhang immediately moved her a chair and let her sit in front of her old lady's hospital bed.

Feng Chuyue took advantage of the situation and sat down, picked up a skinny wrist, and began to feel the pulse.

When she felt the pulse, she narrowed her eyes slightly, concentrating on feeling the old lady's pulse.

It's just that the old lady's pulse condition is really not very good. Basically, judging from the pulse condition, the disease has reached the terminal stage.

To put it bluntly, everything should be prepared for the funeral.

The headmaster's wife still didn't give up, it can only show that she really loves her mother.

While feeling the pulse, Feng Chuyue probed the old lady's esophagus with mental strength.

The tumor had almost blocked her entire esophagus, making it difficult for her to swallow even liquid food.

Her condition is even more serious than Chen's, and now she can only use infusion to help the old lady survive.

The tumor compressed nerves and spread to other organs.

The aorta was also perforated and bleeding, so she often vomited blood.

At such a stage, it is very difficult to save even a god.

The old man is too old to survive.

Seeing Feng Chuyue's expressionless face, Mrs. Zhang's heart fluttered.

She held her husband's hand tightly, feeling a little nervous.

She didn't know how capable the little genius doctor her husband invited back was, and she didn't want to miss even a little bit of hope.

After about 3 minutes, Feng Chuyue got up.

"Sorry." Feng Chuyue didn't give Mrs. Zhang hope.

If she is asked to find those elixir at this time, it will really embarrass Mrs. Zhang.

"It's too late." Feng Chuyue felt a little regretful, "Three months ago, I could still take medicine and acupuncture to stop her tumor from spreading, but now I can't."

"Even if I give acupuncture treatment, the old man can't bear the pain."

The key is that her current spiritual power is not enough, and the effect of acupuncture can only reach 70.00%.

But for this old lady, what is needed is to compete with time.

She couldn't beat it.

"What if it's Chang Lao? Does he have a solution?"

"If it was him, I might suggest that you stop making troubles and let the old man walk a little more safely in the last period of time." Feng Chuyue said without thinking.

This is not only Chang Lao's opinion, but also her opinion.

She can't help it, no matter how experienced Chang Lao is, it is impossible to really pull people back from the gate of hell.

Mrs. Zhang cried "Wow", which was quite sad.

She was emotionally devastated.

Feng Chuyue didn't persuade her either, she used to be impatient to persuade the patient's family members.

It's the same now.

Because what's the use of persuasion?

Rescuing people is the greatest comfort to them.

If they can't be rescued, they will cry no matter what.

Crying out is actually better for your body.

Otherwise, it is easy to get frustrated.

"Wanying, don't cry. Mom will wake up later. When she sees you crying, she thinks I'm bullying you." The principal quickly hugged his wife.

The relationship between the two is really good. Feng Chuyue has eyes and can see.

She didn't bother the two of them, and waited for the principal's wife to cry enough before saying, "I can only give her acupuncture and try to relieve her pain."

"Then give her a prescription, you go grab it, and after drinking it, it can relieve her vomiting blood."

Mrs. Zhang was taken aback: "But my mother can't swallow anything now, so she spits up whatever she drinks."

Otherwise, it would not be so thin.

"I'm in charge of feeding the medicine, don't worry, I won't vomit."

This is already the most comfortable way she can think of to make the old man walk.

"Then please ask the little doctor." Mrs. Zhang calmed down.

In fact, the cry just now was indeed to vent his emotions.

She had known for a long time that the old lady's disease could not be cured, but she refused to give up that glimmer of hope.

Feng Chuyue said so firmly, but she let it go.

Instead of letting the old lady's whole body be filled with tubes, she was tortured by illness every day, and barely breathed a sigh of relief.

It's better to let her go in peace.

She believes that the old lady will understand herself.

Principal Zhang found a pen and paper, and Feng Chuyue wrote a prescription.

"Good handwriting!" Principal Zhang also has a heart of love for talents. Seeing that Feng Chuyue's handwriting is flying like a phoenix, it seems to have aura, and he couldn't help boasting.

Feng Chuyue didn't take it seriously, she had long been used to such compliments.

She learned the sword from her junior uncle, but practiced calligraphy from her master.

One of the words that Master often said is, as the master of the mysterious medical school, your words are your appearance.

There are too many people seeking medical advice, and you always have to give prescriptions. If you can’t even write well, then in the future, people will have to laugh at the entire school of mysterious doctors for being illiterate from top to bottom?

In order not to embarrass the master, Feng Chuyue forced herself.

"Without decades of effort, ordinary people can't write such good calligraphy." Principal Zhang admired Feng Chuyue's indifference, "You must have practiced calligraphy since you were young, right?"

In his eyes, Feng Chuyue is at most in her early twenties, which is really too young.

"Yeah." Feng Chuyue perfunctory, she has practiced calligraphy for more than ten years.

Because her handwriting is not good, she has practiced for decades.

It is still practiced in the master's magic weapon, and the flow of time inside is different from the outside.

Of course, that is the brush calligraphy practiced.

The pen writing, she originally wrote so-so.

With a shy face, the master and the uncle begged to borrow the magic weapon. Everyone else used it for cultivation, and she was the only one who used it to practice calligraphy.

Fortunately, not many people in the division knew about it.

"I'll grab the medicine on it soon. For the old lady, I'll ask the little genius doctor."

Feng Chuyue nodded: "I'll give her the needle first."

At this time, the old lady on the bed had already woken up.

She was able to fall asleep before, because the doctor added sleeping ingredients to the nutrient solution she infused.

Otherwise, the old lady is in such pain, how can she sleep?

It is difficult for her to even speak now. Seeing Feng Chuyue, she just writes and draws in her daughter's hands.

"My mother said, where did the little girl come from, so beautiful."

"Grandma, I'm a doctor." Feng Chuyue said to the old lady with a smile.

Disappointment flashed in the old lady's eyes. She thought that this was the girlfriend brought back by her grandson.

She was about to leave, but she couldn't see her grandson-in-law in the end, so she was really unwilling.

"Mom, don't think too much about it. The little miracle doctor is very skilled in medicine. She can relieve your pain, and you can sleep well at night in the future."