My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Yang Feng shook his head, looked at their frowning expressions, and said, "This disease is probably not that simple. Let's see if they can do anything about it first."

He's not someone who likes to be in the limelight.

If one of these doctors could save Song Guozhi, then there would be no need for him to take action.

And the purpose of his coming here was to see how these doctors treated diseases and saved people.

Although I can see many things through my eyes, I don't know much about many things about doctors.

If you act rashly, it will inevitably arouse people's suspicion.

But in Liu Yueyun's eyes, Yang Feng was too strange.

"You are really a weirdo. Why did they invite you here?"

Liu Yueyun asked a little strangely.

Yang Feng rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "What else could be the reason? I was arrested as a prostitute. I originally said that I didn't know how to treat diseases, but they insisted on letting me come and take a look."

"It's not a bad idea to come and take a look, right? They should be taking care of the meal later."

Liu Yue's helpless expression.

She actually didn't think Yang Feng really had any medical skills.

No matter how talented he is.

After all, medical skills are a field that requires the most accumulation.

And if he really had such ability, Yang Feng should have shown it long ago.

Yang Feng didn't explain much.

It’s just that the people at the scene have already started communicating at this time.

The leader, Fang Zhong, said with some seriousness in his expression: "What do you think?"

"From what I see, Mr. Song's condition seems to be a bit like excessive martial arts training, which has caused damage to the spiritual veins and affected basic organs."

A doctor said.

Another doctor also nodded and said: "I also feel that his pulse is fast and slow, and there seems to be some congestion at the corners of his eyes. This should be a sign that the Qi pulse is not smooth."

"No, if it's really that simple, how come Mr. Song hasn't been cured for so long? You know, Brother Qian has come to see him several times before."

Yu Liuzhi shook his head and looked at a familiar friend.

He is the name of the capital - Qian Bofu.

Qian Bofu nodded and said: "Brother Yu is right. This condition is more complicated than imagined. I feel that there must be at least several diseases intertwined together."

"I think this is also the case. When multiple conditions are intertwined, it is easy to cause complications or more symptoms."

Fang Zhong also nodded at this time.

These people were talking a lot.

Yang Feng frowned as he listened.

From these arguments, he actually felt that these people might not see the problem at all.

Yang Feng's eyes began to look at Song Guozhi.

There was a heavy look of despair on his face.

But this is not the death energy of the underworld.

It shows that his life should not be cut off.

Looking at his arms and body, there seems to be a special spiritual energy entangled with each other.

This entangled spiritual power is like a knotted rope.

"Charm?"

This word suddenly came to Yang Feng's mind.

Because he had seen similar things in that piece of bronze fragments before.

This is like the spiritual power that you penetrate into other people's bodies. It is a special spell that becomes a time bomb in the body.

But the difference is that the spell in Song Guozhi's body was caused by himself.

It must have been some special practice that caused the conflict in spiritual power.

Now these spiritual powers have not returned to Dantian, but are backfired on the body bit by bit.

It's like there are bugs consuming energy everywhere in the body.

It is precisely because of this that Song Guozhi is getting weaker day by day.

"No wonder the prescription that day was an ordinary prescription for nourishing deficiency and replenishing yang."

Yang Feng muttered.

He remembered the prescription and roughly understood it.

After a large amount of energy is lost in the body, it will naturally need to be replenished.

I saw people in front of me still queuing up to check Mr. Song's pulse.

Yang Feng also stepped forward to line up at this time.

He couldn't say that he could see his condition with his eyes, so he naturally needed to feel his pulse like other people.

As the queue came to him it was his turn.

Yang Feng sat down next to the hospital bed, and it was only then that everyone discovered that there was such a young doctor in the hall.

Otherwise, everyone would still regard him as a person in the manor.

"Young man, please stop looking now. I just suddenly remembered that there are still many places that have not been checked."

Yu Liuzhi shouted at this time, wanting Yang Feng to make way for him.

Yang Feng was stunned for a moment and said modestly: "I hope I can try it first, maybe I can find the symptoms."

"You? You'd better get up first, we won't have time for a while."

Yu Liuzhi pointed to the clock on the wall.

Yang Feng was informed just now.

The diagnostic time this time was only one and a half hours.

Because Song Guozhi needs a lot of rest time, if he is disturbed for too long, it will only aggravate his condition.

Yang Feng was unhappy when he heard this and said, "Since you know you don't have much time, you should at least let me take a look first."

"Hey, how come you, a young man, don't know what's good and what's good? Aren't I doing this for Mr. Song's condition? What's more, even if I let you see it, what can you really see?"

Yu Liuzhi was already unhappy and said: "Now I am only a little bit closer to understanding the root cause of Mr. Song's illness."

His words still attracted the attention of many people around him.

Everyone looked at him and said, "Brother Yu, have you found the root cause of the disease?"

"This is natural, but this young man didn't let me confirm it again."

Yu Liuzhi expressed his dissatisfaction with Yang Feng.

Everyone also looked at Yang Feng at this time.

None of them knew this young man, but Liu Yueyun next to him looked familiar.

"Young man, were you also invited here to see a doctor?"

Fang Zhong asked strangely.

Yang Feng nodded and said, "Uncle Chen asked me to come. I think the housekeeper and others should know, right?"

He looked at Hagen.

Hagen nodded, but felt strange in his heart.

He knew that Chen Qiping had called someone over.

I have actually been looking at Yang Feng since just now.

But this person doesn't seem to have any real talent or learning.

After entering the door, he kept whispering to Liu Yueyun in the corner.

"No matter what, you should let the elders take a look first. We won't blame you if you can't help it, but now you have delayed Mr. Song's condition, which is a big deal."

Fang Zhong said.

Yu Liuzhi also continued at this time: "Who says it's not the case? Why are you, a young man, so ignorant? If you let me take another look and confirm the condition, it will be for Mr. Song's benefit."

"But I'm also here to see a doctor."

"You? Time is tight. You are just wasting time here."

Yu Liuzhi has directly shown his cards and expressed his dissatisfaction.

Fang Zhong also nodded at this time and said: "Young man, get up, don't waste everyone's time, I think there are less than 2 minutes left. You are so young, you should let the elders take a look first."

The two of them sang together, seemingly trying to waste away the remaining 2 minutes of consultation time.

Yang Feng's expression finally turned displeased at this moment, and he stared at the two of them and said, "Why is it useful for you to see a doctor, but it is just a waste of time for me to see a doctor? You are an elder and senior, but if you have a way, why do you need to argue here? "