City Raptors Crossing the River

Chapter 23

Ever since Wang Meng took the Golden Pill of Creation in the cave, he felt that his body was slowly changing.

Good fortune golden elixir can make people get rid of the mortal body.

This requires a process.

Moreover, the medicinal power of the golden elixir was too strong, and Wang Meng couldn't absorb it all at once, so every time he breathed out, he could feel the golden elixir in his body slowly refining.

This process is very comfortable, just like the feeling of stretching when you get up in the morning.

Wang Meng was immersed in this wonderful and comfortable feeling.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise.

"It's not good, someone fainted."

"Is there a doctor?"

Wang Meng slowly woke up from the practice of breathing and breathing.

He got up and walked out of the sleeper private room, the loud shout came from the soft sleeper private room not far away.

I saw a group of people in front of a soft sleeper room.

"Everyone give way."

A well-built flight attendant led the first gray-haired old man from behind.

Wang Meng stepped aside consciously.

When the two passed by Wang Meng, he smelled a faint medicinal fragrance.

He couldn't help but take another look at the old man.

Although he had gray hair and was estimated to be at least 60 years old, he had a rosy complexion and seemed to be in good spirits.

It seems that this old man should be an experienced doctor, and he is also a Chinese medicine practitioner, Wang Meng thought to himself.

Soon, the people who were originally surrounded by the door of the soft sleeper room gave way.

"Mr. Wu, please go and have a look." The flight attendant said politely.

"Yes." Mr. Wu nodded and walked into the soft sleeper private room.

"You are the vice president of the Chinese Medicine Association, Mr. Wu?" A slender young man in the private room asked.

"Yes, I am Wu Yizhen." The old man said calmly.

After the young man confirmed Wu Yizhen's identity, he knelt down with a brush.

"Old Wu, please save my dad."

It is said that men have gold under their knees, and the young man's kneeling for his father made everyone present feel slightly moved.

"Get up and talk first, helping the world and saving people is the duty of my generation of medical students, there is no need to do this."

Mr. Wu reached out to help the young man, patted his shoulder, and went over to check the patient.

The flight attendant also comforted:

"Since you know Mr. Wu's name, you should know that Mr. Wu's medical skills are second to none in the whole country. Don't worry."

The young man in front of me was impressed by the flight attendants. When they got on the train, the train conductor specially explained to all the flight attendants.

It is said that these two people have special identities, so we must pay more attention.

That's why the flight attendant wanted to comfort the young man.

"Thank you!" The young man didn't seem to be in the mood to say more to the flight attendant, but simply thanked him, and stared at Mr. Wu to rescue his father.

At this time, many people in the crowd of onlookers began to whisper.

"The vice president of the Chinese Medicine Association, is he the one at the Chinese Medicine Lecture Hall?"

"Who else but him?"

"I heard that Mr. Wu, nicknamed Wu Yizhen, has the ability to bring back the dead by pricking acupuncture points with golden needles."

"I've also heard that many of Yanjing's top leaders have been treated by Mr. Wu. It seems that the patient must have been saved because of him."

For a while, the crowd of onlookers told all the gossip about Wu Yizhen that they knew.

It can be seen that these people highly recognize Wu Yizhen's medical skills, although they have never seen Wu Yizhen save a patient.

The young man naturally knew Wu Yizhen's name, so his face softened a bit.

Seeing this, Wang Meng seemed to have lost interest, and planned to return to his berth to continue breathing.

At the moment when he was about to turn his head, he suddenly arrived at the soft sleeper room and there seemed to be a faint phantom.

This?
Wang Meng was startled suddenly.

He rubbed his eyes.

Make sure you're not mistaken.

I saw an old phantom floating above the soft sleeper room, staring at the people below at the moment.

This is?

He has not yet recovered from the shock.

Then a long sigh was heard:

"Hey, even the old man can't return to heaven!"

Obviously, it was Wu Yizhen who said this.

When the young man heard what Wu Yizhen said, his face changed drastically and he rushed forward and shouted:
"Impossible, my dad just fainted not long ago, how is it possible?"

Obviously, he couldn't accept the result before him.

"The patient should have had a serious heart attack before, and now he has sudden heart failure. Even in the hospital, it is estimated that it will be difficult to rescue, let alone here."

Wu Yizhen answered truthfully.

At his age, he has seen too many life and death, so he can't see it lightly.

When the young man heard Wu Yizhen's words, he slumped on the ground. After a while, he seemed to remember something and got up from the ground.

"Mr. Wu, I heard that your soul-chasing needle has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. Please try it again."

The soul-chasing needle is Wu Yizhen's famous stunt. Thinking of this, the young man is like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

"Hey!"

Wu sighed for a while.

"If the soul-chasing needle could have an effect on the patient, I would have used it long ago. As the saying goes, medicine can cure a disease. I think you should understand this truth."

Can medicine never kill a disease?
Hearing these words, the last hope of the young man was shattered.

It was like Wu Yizhen had announced that his father's condition could no longer be saved by medicine.

Those onlookers also looked sad.

It can be seen that the relationship between the father and son should be relatively good, and this result is really hard for everyone to accept.

After all, Wu Yizhen's reputation is so great that even he now says that the patient is hopeless.

It seems that unless the gods come down to earth, the father and son can only be separated forever.

"dad"

At this time, the young man seemed unable to suppress the sadness in his heart any longer, and rushed over to lie on his father's body and burst into tears.

It is said that men do not cry easily.

The cry spread to everyone's ears, and many of them couldn't help but have red eyes.

"Let's go out, and let their father and son stay alone for a while." Wu Yizhen stood up and said.

He also looked a little disappointed.

As a doctor, the biggest helplessness is to be helpless when facing the loss of life.

In addition, seeing the relationship between the father and son is so good, I feel even more depressed.

Everyone then dispersed, not wanting to disturb the father and son at this time.

At this moment, Wang Meng was still staring at the phantom above the soft sleeper room in a daze. He remembered the contents of the "Fu Yan Handbook" that Laojun left him.

"Everything in the world has spirits, and spirits return to heaven and earth."

"Wait, I have a way to save the patient."

Wang Meng's voice was not loud, but when he shouted it at this time, it was like dropping a huge stone on a calm lake.

(End of this chapter)