Great Power Army Reclamation

Old John returned to the ward, looking gloomy. As an old friend, it was hard for him to see Soros like this, just like seeing his old self.

When Soros saw him like this, he naturally understood that his future was slim. Struggled: "Am I completely hopeless?"

Old John nodded and shook his head: "That's right, it's not because I have no other choice. It's not because of Ye Yuze who was driven away by you."

The conceited Soros had already restrained his anger and said with hope: "You mean he can save me and let me recover?"

Old John nodded again: "Not necessarily, but he is the only hope."

"Okay, I can agree to any conditions, as long as he can cure my language function."

The most uncomfortable thing for Soros right now is that he can't speak, he can't string together any sentences, and his pronunciation is extremely unclear. Old John had to work hard to understand before he could understand.

As the head of a huge business empire, whether he is afraid of death or not is not a matter of discussion. But being unable to say anything is the most uncomfortable thing. Because there are many things that have to be explained, especially for a financial giant like him, who knows how many stocks he will buy and sell every day. If he is not careful, the company will suffer huge losses.

Although the company belongs to him, he still has huge cash flow in his hands. The money was entrusted to him by his customers. Once the loss reaches a certain level, he cannot afford it.

Seeing Soros being so determined, Old John scratched his head: "It's your fault too. Originally, I called him to save you, but you drove him away. Now he only said one condition, that is, if he can save you , then you will inject 10 billion funds into his son’s insurance company, and you will also give it as a gift."

"Okay, okay. As long as it's money, it doesn't matter. I just need to go back to the computer. This little money means nothing to me! I promise him!"

Soros suddenly became relaxed. He was not afraid of spending money, and the most important thing he needed was money. He was afraid that people would not ask for money, which would make things difficult to handle.

"Okay, since you agree, I can make the decision to let him come over. He has gone to New York now. But verbal agreement is useless. I will find a lawyer. You can call yourself to the law firm and sign the agreement and let him come over to sign. .”

Soros naturally agreed. He could not live a day without death.

At noon, Ye Yuze received a call from Old John, and he was also shocked.

In fact, this ten billion was the reason he came up with because he didn't want to care about it, but he didn't want to hurt old John. Unexpectedly, they actually agreed and took legal action.

He also promised that he would have no responsibility if the treatment failed. As long as the language function was restored after treatment, he would get 5 billion, and 10 billion would be given to him once his limbs could move.

Ye Yuze naturally agreed to this condition. He had consulted Liu Xiangdong last night. The sooner Soros's situation is treated, the greater the hope. So he said goodbye to Cha Hongying and quickly flew back to Boston.

When he came to the hospital and saw Soros with his hands in a very six-plus-seven posture, Ye Yuze couldn't help but sigh a little. Disease is so terrible, and even powerful people are nothing in front of it!

After signing the agreement, Ye Yuze immediately started treatment. Ye Yuze knows acupuncture, but he can't do it like flying needles in fantasy novels, and he can also bring up afterimages.

He could only stick in the needles one by one. Now that Soros is in this situation, every acupuncture point needs to be poked. There are more than a dozen acupuncture points on the bare head.

Add Fengchi, Shuigou, Jianshu, Quchi, Shousanli, Shouwuli, Neiguan, Hegu, etc. on the upper limbs, Fengshi, Xuehai, Liangqiu, Zusanli, Sanyinjiao, Taichong and other acupoints on the lower limbs. . It turned Soros into a hedgehog.

Now Soros can only move his head. Looking at himself with thorns all over his body, tears flowed down his face. What kind of cruelty did this damn thing cause?

After pricking all the needles, Ye Yuze played and sang at the end of each needle. Moreover, the inner breath must be injected, and finally the moxa sticks must be inserted into the ends of the needles to burn.

By the time this set of techniques was completed, more than two hours had passed. Ye Yuze's clothes were soaked with sweat, and he leaned on the chair as if he was exhausted and couldn't get up.

Old John took pity and hurriedly brought a cup of coffee to Ye Yuze to drink. After drinking the coffee, Ye Yuze regained some strength and could barely sit up straight.

Soros looked at Ye Yuze with a complicated expression. Even now he is not sure whether he will be stabbed to death by these needles? It's so scary.

However, he was still a little touched that Ye Yuze had tired himself out like this. Although he paid for it, once the treatment didn't work, he wouldn't get a cent of the money.

About forty minutes later, Ye Yuze supported his body and stood up again, and began to pull out the needles. It was not until the last needle was pulled out that Soros completely relaxed. The look of thorns all over his body was so scary.

"Oh, God, it's finally over!" he couldn't help shouting.

"What did you say? Say it again!" Old John shouted to Soros in shock.

"I said, God, it's finally over. What's wrong, friend? Did I say something wrong?" Soros was confused, thinking he had said something wrong?

But as soon as he asked this question, he understood what the problem was. Because he heard this sentence clearly.

And Ye Yuze leaned on the chair with a happy face: "This means you have got five billion, right?"

Old John and Soros nodded desperately together, with tears streaming down their faces.

Ye Yuze was also excited with them. It was so easy to earn the five billion. He got it in more than three hours. Do you consider yourself the best wage earner in history?

"Can I really speak?" Soros asked Ye Yuze with a look of disbelief on his face. Although he is far from speaking as fluently as he used to, he can definitely understand every sentence spoken by similar people.

"It's amazing, Ye, I must, okay, okay, thank you!" Soros, who was not very fluent in his speech, stuttered even more.

"Take your time, recovery still needs a process. You can talk more and exercise more. Your current situation is like a baby learning to talk. Talk more and practice more to recover as soon as possible."

Old John held Ye Yuze's hand and refused to let go, "Ye Yuze, you can't leave. You have to stay at Harvard and pass on your skills!"

Ye Yuze wanted to open his hand: "I am gifted and cannot be passed on to others. Maybe my son will do it in the future."

Old John was unwilling to let go, but instead tightened his grip: "No, I won't let go unless you promise me to stay at Harvard. Even if you can't teach others, you can still save them, right?"

Ye Yuze shook his head: "How many Soros are there in this world? They can't pay."