Qin Ye's little ancestor is a real boss

When the people around the girl heard about Nanyan Hui's medical skills, they quickly moved away.

But after seeing her appearance clearly, I couldn't help but mutter, she is so young, she is probably just a medical student, can she really save people?

But there was no one with medical skills around. If someone with medical knowledge could come, it would be fine to save the girl first.

The girl's condition is very critical. She has a heart problem and cannot delay her treatment at all.

Judging from the look on her face, she probably wouldn't be able to hold on until the ambulance arrived.

Regardless of what others said, Nan Yan squatted directly next to the girl, stretched out his hand to feel her pulse for more than ten seconds, and then used his fingertips instead of silver needles to hit several large points on her chest hard.

Without the silver needle, Nanyan could only use this method to replace it.

It's just that it will hurt a little.

"what are you doing?"

"Little girl, it's so immoral for you to hit a seriously ill patient like this!"

"She's like this, how can you be so cruel!"

"What grudge do you have against her? This is too much!"

"..."

"..."

The surrounding audience saw that they had never seen such a treatment method before, and everyone thought that Nan Yan was messing around.

Jiang Nanyan ignored them and continued. Several young people standing next to her stepped forward to drag her.

"Don't move." Nan Yan did not raise her head, but just scolded coldly.

Those who wanted to take action were stunned for some reason.

The next second, Nan Yan finished pressing the last acupuncture point, and the unconscious girl suddenly let out a gasp, took a big breath, and opened her closed eyes.

"Wake up... wake up?"

"Are you really awake?"

"This little girl turns out to be really saving people!"

All the doubts he had about Nan Yan were put away because of Lin Zhiyan's sobriety.

Lin Zhiyan gasped several times, and her complexion gradually began to recover, but her overall condition was still a little bad. Her lips were white, trembling, and she could not speak.

Nan Yan helped her sit up, "People from the emergency center will be here soon, and you need to go to the hospital for treatment."

"It's useless..." Lin Zhiyan slowly shook her head weakly, "I went to the hospital and they just let me rest. They couldn't cure me..."

"You might as well not save me and let me die like this, so that I don't have to suffer any more."

Her calm tone could not hide that she had lost hope in life.

For a person born with congenital heart disease, it is a luxury to live like a healthy person.

Every day, she was threatened with death and struggled desperately. She was really tired.

Sometimes, she thought that when she fell down and never woke up, her soul and body would rest in peace.

"I can save you, but it depends on whether you want to live or not." Nan Yan's tone was calmer than hers, "I don't save people who have no sense of survival, only people who want to live."

Lin Zhiyan's confused expression turned into astonishment, "Can you really save me?"

Later, she denied the idea herself, with a bit of sadness in her voice, "I have seen so many doctors over the years, and all the doctors said that I will not live to be eighteen."

"I am exactly eighteen years old this year, and I have reached the end of my life. Even if I want to live, what's the point."

Nan Yan pressed lightly on her pulse with his fingers, his eyebrows slightly lowered, and he said casually: "As long as you want, you can live to be twenty-eight, thirty-eight, or even eighty-eight."

"The premise is that you want to live."

She saves people, but never saves people who want to die.

Lin Zhiyan was a little confused.

What is she saying?

Even famous doctors at home and abroad say there is no cure for her disease. How old is she? He was almost the same age as her, but he actually said he could keep her alive!

is it possible?

but……

Looking at Nan Yan's calm and indifferent face, she had an inexplicable urge to believe her.

Everything in the past flashed through her mind.

Her hands couldn't help but tighten, and her heart was beating crazily at a speed that was almost beyond her ability to bear.

Lin Zhiyan's pale little face showed excitement, determination, and hope, and then she said seriously to Nan Yan: "I want to live!"

"Please, help me."

She wanted to die just because she was sentenced to death by the medical community and had no chance of living.

But whenever she saw her parents secretly hugging each other and crying over her body, pretending to be nonchalant on the surface, her heart felt as painful as a knife.

It was she who made her parents sad. If she dies, her parents can have another healthy child. Although they will be sad when she dies, they will slowly forget it after the pain is over.

She didn't want to drag them down anymore.

However, now that this girl said that she could be saved, she really hoped that God would give her a chance to repay her parents!

The desire for survival bursting out of Lin Zhiyan's eyes made Nan Yan feel a little satisfied. When she saw the car approaching in the distance, she helped her stand up.

"The ambulance is here, let's go to the hospital first."

People around heard the whole process, but not many people cared.

She just thought that Nan Yan was trying to appease Lin Zhiyan and stimulate her desire to live.

After all, not many people would believe that a girl could have such high medical skills.

Soon, the ambulance took Nan Yan and Lin Zhiyan to the First Hospital.

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On the way, Nan Yan sent a message to Tao Qingming that she would place Lin Zhiyan in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital department.

After Tao Qingming saw the news, he quickly ordered the nurse to organize a ward and called several of his apprentices.

The apprentices of Divine Doctor Hua want to treat people, so it would be good for them to have such a good opportunity to observe the treatment personally.

Ten minutes later, Lin Zhiyan was lying on the hospital bed.

Nanyan washed and disinfected her hands, then took the silver needle from Tao Qingming and performed the acupuncture on Lin Zhiyan under the watchful eyes of several of Mr. Tao's students.

She intended to let Tao Qingming learn the steps she performed this time, so she deliberately slowed down a lot so that he could see clearly.

After half an hour of acupuncture, Lin Zhiyan felt that her body had relaxed a lot. Even her chest, which was usually stuffy, was no longer stuffy, and her breathing became much smoother.

The whole person felt relaxed and light as never before.

"Traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture, so magical?"

Lin Zhiyan's face returned to normal, and was even a little brighter than usual. She was surprised and excited to feel the condition of her body, and couldn't stop her tears from falling.

Nan Yan nodded calmly, "Well, Chinese medicine is profound and profound. Only Chinese medicine can save your body."

Lin Zhiyan couldn't help but start to hope that her health would really get better.

After getting excited, she said a little embarrassedly: "My name is Lin Zhiyan, what's yours?"

"Nan Yan." Nan Yan spoke calmly, and then explained: "I will be hospitalized for one week before being discharged. I will have one acupuncture and two decoctions every day. It cannot be interrupted."

"I'll see you again next Saturday."

Lin Zhiyan nodded vigorously, "Yes."

After coming out of the ward, Nan Yan wrote a prescription in Tao Qingming's office and handed it to him.

"Mr. Tao, she's begging you. If anything happens, please contact me at any time."

"Little friend Nan, don't worry, I will take good care of you." Tao Qingming paused for a while and then said: "It's just that I have something to ask you..."