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Lin Qingqing's intuition was incredible.

She couldn't figure out how Chen Feng knew what kind of poison Yu Jinhua was poisoned with.

You know, Yu Jinhua's poisoning can be traced back to more than 30 years ago. At that time, Hong Kong Island was still a colony of John Bull.

At that time, the entire Hong Kong Island was filled with gangs and violence.

When Yu Jinhua was young, he hung out in casinos and dealt with underworld figures all day long, so it was inevitable that he would have enemies.

He was poisoned but did not die.

At that time, there were very few modern chemically synthesized toxins used for poisoning, and they were basically all natural toxins.

Natural toxins are more likely to be detoxified.

Therefore, Yu Jinhua was rescued and saved his life.

However, limited by the limitations of the times and insufficient medical methods, although Yu Jinhua's poison was cured at that time, the toxin was not completely eliminated.

He left behind a legacy of disease.

That toxin plagued him for more than 30 years.

When foreign countries finally had the means to completely clean up the toxins in his body, he was already terminally ill and could only rely on some life-threatening gadgets to maintain his life.

Lin Qingqing looked at Chen Feng blankly, wondering what kind of person he was.

He even checked his pulse?

It can even be said accurately that Yu Jinhua was poisoned.

It's too ridiculous.

Just when Lin Qingqing was in a daze, Yu Jinhua suddenly started talking on the bed, chattering non-stop.

The two quickly turned around and looked over.

This sight made Lin Qingqing scream in fright.

Hospital bed.

Yu Jinhua's face turned red and his eyes were dull, staring straight at the ceiling.

The two lips had completely lost their color.

It became a miserable green color.

His speech was slurred, but his voice was not quiet.

Lin Qingqing couldn't hear what he said, and because Yu Jinhua looked so scary now, she immediately turned around and rushed out, shouting loudly: "Doctor, doctor, nurse, come quickly."

Soon, doctors and nurses rushed in.

Chen Feng slowly backed away.

There was a commotion in the ward.

He was scratching his eyelids and slapping his face.

To no avail.

Yu Jinhua seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit and kept muttering something he didn't know what to say.

The doctor was at his wits' end.

After looking at each other for a few times, one of them, who looked like the attending doctor, called Lin Qingqing aside and sighed helplessly: "It's no longer possible, I've already recovered."

"Ah? Doctor, think of another way, think of another way."

Lin Qingqing was really anxious.

The doctor really tried his best, and could only shake his head helplessly: "I'm sorry, we really tried our best. He is on his deathbed now, and he usually only speaks when he recovers. Maybe he wants to say some last words, you Come and listen."

Lin Qingqing: "..."

At this time, Chen Feng, who was standing aside, suddenly said: "Doctor, are you sure he wants to say his last words?"

The doctor was taken aback.

Only then did he notice that there was a stranger in the ward. He frowned and asked, "Who are you? Why are you still in the ward?"

"I'm his boss."

Chen Feng replied casually, and then slowly walked to the bedside.

The doctor was dumbfounded.

"boss?"

You know, Yu Jinhua is the chairman of Hong Kong Entertainment World.

He is the boss, the top one, so how come you have become his boss again?

Chen Feng ignored the doctor's confusion and pointed at Yu Jinhua's mouth: "Doctor, are you sure he was saying his last words?"

"Why not?"

The doctor's face was dark.

But Chen Feng said disapprovingly: "Is Yu Jinhua from northern Shaanxi?"

"what?"

The doctor was stunned.

Chen Feng explained casually: "You are from Hong Kong and have never been to northern Shaanxi. You should have never heard of northern Shaanxi dialect. But what Yu Jinhua speaks now is northern Shaanxi dialect."

doctor:"……"

Lin Qingqing: "..."

Northern Shaanxi dialect?

Are you kidding?

Chen Feng glanced at Lin Qingqing: "Can Yu Jinhua speak Northern Shaanxi dialect?"

"will not."

Lin Qingqing shook her head decisively: "My godfather has never been to northern Shaanxi in his life, how can he speak northern Shaanxi dialect? He definitely can't."

"But now, he is indeed speaking Northern Shaanxi dialect."

Chen Feng looked at Yu Jinhua again, reached out and touched his cold and slightly stiff arm, and gently pressed on his veins.

The doctor's eyes suddenly widened.

Diagnosis of pulse?

Is this young man taking a pulse?

Do you know Chinese medicine?

At this time, Chen Feng suddenly turned to look at Lin Qingqing: "Go get me a set of acupuncture needles."

"what?"

"Go quickly."

Chen Feng shouted loudly, which made Lin Qingqing tremble all over, turned around and ran out.

The doctor felt puzzled and couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing?"

"Pulse diagnosis."

"You...you are studying medicine?"

"Understand a little."

"Understanding you...you want to give him acupuncture?"

Chen Feng looked at the doctor while diagnosing his pulse: "When people are about to die, they are sometimes invaded by external evils. If he is like this, you can think of him as a kind of epilepsy, or you can think of him as a kind of schizophrenia. If it is not good Once you understand why he speaks in northern Shaanxi dialect, you can just assume that he is possessed by a ghost."

doctor:"……"

Security should be called up.

Before the doctor could decide, Chen Feng asked again: "Does your hospital have a Chinese medicine shop?"

"Have."

The doctor replied subconsciously.

"it is good."

Chen Feng nodded, then let go of Yu Jinhua's wrist, walked to the doctor and stretched out his hand: "I'll lend you your pen and paper."

The doctor blinked.

The nurses next to me all looked at each other.

If they hadn't seen Lin Qingqing treat Chen Feng with respect before, they would have called security long ago.

Now?

The doctor cleverly handed over the pen and notebook in his hand.

"Thank you."

Chen Feng took the pen and quickly wrote a few lines of Chinese medicine on the notebook, such as bezoar, buffalo horn, artificial musk, pearl, cinnabar, realgar, gardenia, coptis, skullcap, etc.

Then he wrote another line, 120g of fresh ferngrass (wellhead edge grass), 60 pond snails, and 10 fresh tallow tree shoots.

After writing this, put the paper aside.

Not long after, Lin Qingqing ran back panting.

I actually had an acupuncture kit in my hand.

As soon as she came in, she went straight to Chen Feng: "Chairman, here you go."

When they heard her calling Chairman Chen Feng, the doctors and nurses were stunned.

Really the chairman?

Is he really Yu Jinhua’s boss?

Who is the chairman?

Chen Feng took the acupuncture bag and handed the paper with the Chinese medicine written on it to Lin Qingqing: "Go and get the medicine. After you get it, go straight to the pharmacy to boil it. Be quick."

Lin Qingqing: "..."

God!

Does he really understand Chinese medicine?

Lin Qingqing suddenly felt a sense of anticipation, immediately picked up the white paper, turned around and ran out again.

Chen Feng came to Yu Jinhua's side.

At this moment, he was out of breath, but he still kept talking, with a strong northern Shaanxi accent.

Moreover, a foul odor began to emit from the mouth.

Chen Feng quickly unfolded the acupuncture bag, took out three needles, and twisted them tightly with two fingers.

At this time, the doctor couldn't stand any longer and asked quickly: "Are you sure you want to give him acupuncture? If he looks like this, you might just prick him away."

"For diseases caused by hundreds of evil spirits, there are thirteen acupuncture points. The body of the acupuncture should start from the ghost palace first, then the ghost letter, then to the ghost base, and then to the ghost heart. It is not necessary to acupuncture at the same time. It only stops at five or six points. You know it.”

Chen Feng has stepped into the model of an old Chinese medicine practitioner, and his every move is like that of an old Chinese medicine practitioner.

Simply explain, flick the needle in your hand.

call out!

A needle goes straight into the ghost palace.

The ghost palace is among people.

Then the second injection of ghost letter.

Gui Xin is Shao Shang.

Then the third pin was a ghost base.

The ghost base is hidden in white.

After three injections, Yu Jinhua's whole body suddenly relaxed, he closed his eyes, stopped talking, and became completely quiet.

The doctors and nurses in the ward were all stunned.