Douluo: You call this a toy

"Doctor Yang, check my dad quickly."

Looking at his father's lifeless face, Zhou Siqi almost cried.

She knew very well that if her father passed away unfortunately, the Zhou family would not only fall into chaos, but also decline. What's more, she had a deep relationship with her father. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would save him at all costs.

Yang Fan had his own ideas and called her to the corner.

Seeing his appearance, Zhou Siqi's heart sank, fearing that there was no way he could be saved.

"Your father is in a very serious condition. The intracranial blood vessels are blocked. If not treated in time, he will definitely die within 72 hours."

Zhou Siqi was suddenly stunned. She didn't mention a word to Yang Fan about the cerebral infarction, and he didn't check it either. How did he know about it?What level of medical skills are there?

"Can, can it be cured?"

I suddenly became extremely nervous. I asked the experts present, which one has this ability?What a miracle doctor!How could my brother offend such a person?

Staring at the nervous and delicate face, Yang Fan had some thoughts and seemed quite embarrassed, as if he was embarrassed to speak.

Zhou Siqi had an epiphany and paid [-] million to remove the scar. In this case, at least... it would be better to let him ask for the price himself.

"I won't owe you any money for curing my dad. If you make a condition, as long as it is within my ability, I will definitely do it."

Then he looked at Yang Fan, fearing that the lion would open his mouth.

"How much is your dad worth?"

Yang Fan asked abruptly.

"what--."

After the surprise, a look of contempt appeared in Zhou Siqi's eyes. His father is worth more than 800 billion, does he want so much?Greedy guy!How good are your medical skills?Medical ethics, poor character, taking advantage of the opportunity to blackmail!

His tone became a little cold, "You'd better make a price."

Yang Fan was aware of her attitude, and his voice changed, "Half worth, discuss it with your dad, and if you agree, I will take action."

400 billion, Zhou Siqi knew that he could not make the decision and had to consult his father. But he was in a coma, how could he negotiate?His heart is so dark, but compared to his father's life, compared to the entire Zhou family consortium, what does it mean?

"Okay, you treat it first and discuss it with my dad later."

"I was able to get him to wake up for a while."

Yang Fan returned to the bedside and pierced with several silver needles. Zhou Longan, who had been unconscious for more than ten hours, woke up unexpectedly. Zhou Siqi was ecstatic and kicked everyone out on the pretext of talking about private matters.

Yang Fan also came to the door. Pan Mingfang, the director of the house and other experts asked him about the situation. It turned out that most of them thought that it was a flashback, and that life would disappear after the explanation of the aftermath was completed.

But Yang Fan didn't say anything. He wouldn't say anything until he was cured. No one could predict whether there would be any accidents during the treatment. If the treatment failed, wouldn't he be a slap in the face?

After more than ten minutes, Zhou Siqi exclaimed, saying that his father had passed out again, and informed Yang Fan that his father had agreed.

Only then did Yang Fan enter the ward for acupuncture treatment. He looked through Zhou Longan's skull again and found that what was blocking the blood vessels was actually a larger bug, several times larger than the three corpse bugs. It happened to be stuck at the bifurcation of the blood vessels. This In this case, even if NMR is used, it can only see the blockage point, but not the bug.

For this reason, simple thrombolytic treatment will not help at all.

Yang Fan went outside and found an acupuncture bag in his hand, which he slowly unfolded under the gaze of everyone.

"Nine stitches?"

Pan Mingfang exclaimed.

Yang Fan nodded, inserted two filiform needles into the right external carotid artery, and then slowly inserted a long needle into the skull.

The penetration was so deep that the Western medicine experts on the side felt numbness in their scalps. Zhou Siqi couldn't bear to look directly at it and turned her face away. She was very worried, what if it was inserted in the wrong place?Will it damage the brain or nerves.

If it can’t be cured, don’t ask for a penny.

Pan Mingfang paid attention to Yang Fan's movements without blinking. The long needle entered the skull at least four or five centimeters, and kept twisting and lifting the anchor at a small amplitude and high frequency, and the internal air was continuously transported inward.

There is no further action, just these three injections?No matter how good the medical skills are, no one, not even Pan Mingfang, believes that three ordinary injections can cure a patient with cerebral infarction.

Yang Fan concentrated all his energy on the patient's head, and did not notice the strange looks from others. He continued to move his hands for nearly half an hour, and handed Pan Mingfang his left hand, "Beryllium needle."

What do you want to do?bloodletting?

Despite his confusion, he handed the needle to his hand.

The room director standing behind Yang Fan couldn't hold it in any longer and couldn't help but said: "Dr. Yang, may you know what's wrong with Mr. Zhou?"

"That's right. Isn't it a bit rash to blindly treat me without examination?"

Faced with doubts, Yang Fan said calmly, "The intracranial blood vessels are blocked and thrombolytic treatment will not work."

Pan Mingfang glanced at it and said, "There is no need to doubt my master's diagnostic ability. His diagnosis has reached an incredible level. He can diagnose the condition at a glance, which is more accurate and faster than instruments!"

When Yang Fan said that the blood vessels were clogged, no one said anything except a few people who suspected that Zhou Siqi had told him.

Um?Is there any movement in the blood vessels?

Accompanied by a cry of excitement, everyone looked around. Zhou Siqi's beautiful eyes widened even more. The skin under his father's right mandible was beating, which seemed to come from a less prominent blood vessel. The skin beating was more abrupt than other places.

Slowly walking to the position of the filiform needle, unable to move downward, at this moment, anyone could tell that there was something in the blood vessel, Zhou Siqi exclaimed: "What is inside?"

Experts also have the same question and look forward to Yang Fan's answer.

However, it was Yang Fan who answered Zhou Siqi. With a tap of the beryllium needle in his hand, blood surged out instantly. The next second, it was blocked by a living creature covered in blood and moving around.

"What the hell?"

Yang Fan had quick eyesight and quick hands, and took out a needle. At the same time, he flipped his wrist, stabbed the living thing, and pulled it out. It turned out to be an insect similar to Toxoplasma gondii, but much larger in size, about three inches long. It looked impressive. Gagging, no, Zhou Siqi had already vomited it out.

Pan Mingfang took it, picked it up, turned around and left. He wanted to clean it up and study what kind of monster it was.

"It's amazing. This is the most bizarre thing I have ever seen in my life! Taking out live worms from the blood vessels! This is unheard of. Dr. Yang is so brilliant."

Director Fang expressed his inner admiration.

The experts are all elites in the medical field. The moment they saw the bug, they immediately understood why thrombolytic treatment was ineffective. The bug was stuck there, and even a ton of urokinase was useless.

From Yang Fan's preparations in advance, it is not difficult to see that he knew that the worm was the culprit that blocked the blood vessels, and he also judged its route. The entire process was under his control without the help of any instruments. Could it be that he had a sharp eye?

Everyone was in admiration for Yang Fan. Those who had doubted him just now were extremely ashamed. His stability and self-confidence showed the demeanor of a master of traditional Chinese medicine.

The silver needle came out, the blood flow in the blood vessel stopped, and Zhou Longan regained consciousness.

"Go to the hospital for a review tomorrow."

Yang Fan finished his words and left the emergency room and the hospital under the admiring eyes of everyone.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Without waiting for Zhou Longan's reply, a group of people pushed him forward to check.