I Picked Up 100 Million In The Rental House At The Beginning

The medical staff in the ward couldn't help whispering when seeing him like this.

"As for being tired like this? Isn't it just getting a needle? You can even sweat profusely when you are tired?"

"I think his body is too weak, so let's give yourself a kick first."

"Hahaha, I think so, he won't feel that if he gets a few shots, Mr. Zhao can wake up, right?"

"How is this possible? There is no such kind of medical skills in this world? And I think his needle injection technique is very awkward, at first glance he is a novice."

"After all, he is self-taught, how can he really compare with the top students who graduated from medical school?"

"A layman who has been self-taught for a few days, dare to brag about this? It's too funny..."

Just as everyone laughed, the genius doctor Han stared at the silver needles blankly.

As the saying goes, the layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

He has devoted most of his life to Chinese medicine, and his vision is far more vicious than others.

Although Ye Feng's acupuncture technique is still a bit strange, the acupuncture points he picked are quite unique.

He hadn't anticipated several acupuncture points, but if you carefully study them, they seem to be very subtle.

Judging from the use of needles, it is definitely not something a layman who relies on self-study can use.

He looked at Ye Feng more curiously.

Could it be that there really is such an extraordinary genius in this world?

Time passed bit by bit.

Father Zhao on the hospital bed did not show any improvement.

Zhao Fulin waited impatiently, and hurriedly looked at Ye Feng, "Brother Ye, why doesn't my dad wake up? You must think of a way."

Ye Feng spread his hands, "I have nothing else to do, now I can only resign myself to fate."

Hearing this, Zhao Fulin's heart fell to the bottom again.

What is resignation?

Doesn't that mean that hope is very slim?

The Zhao family fried the pot again.

"Can you save me, you can give me a quasi-trust, what does it mean to resign?"

"Yeah, you gave us hope, and now you are telling us to resign ourselves to fate, isn't this a game of people?"

"There is no hair on the mouth, and the work is not strong. We shouldn't believe his nonsense just now."

"How did Fulin make such friends? He looked like a liar."

"I don't believe it, just a few shots can save people? Do you really think of us as three-year-olds?"

"Look at him..."

"enough!"

Zhao Fulin suddenly roared, staring coldly at the group of people.

"Brother Ye tried his best today and took out the precious Ganoderma lucidum for the old man to take. Moreover, he has just said very clearly. He just barely tried. When will he be guaranteed to save him?"

"On the contrary, you, not only don't know how to be grateful, but are still talking cool words here, have your conscience fed the dog? Do you really think that my father has passed away, I can't cure you?"

Everyone in the Zhao family was mad at him, and they all shut up, not daring to talk more nonsense.

Once the old man passes away, Zhao Fulin will surely take over as the head of the Zhao family.

Who dares to touch his mold at this time?

Zhao Fulin stopped talking nonsense with them, turned around and patted Ye Feng on the shoulder.

"Brother Ye, don't take it to your heart, I know you have tried your best. My father...maybe it should be the case, I don't blame you."

"Brother Zhao..."

Zhao Fulin sighed, then turned around and said to the Zhao family: "Prepare for the funeral."

Everyone in the Zhao family was crying, and walked to the hospital bed, ready to push the old man's body away.

At this moment, Father Zhao's fingers moved suddenly.

"Wait a moment!"

The genius doctor Han happened to see this scene, and hurriedly stopped everyone, then quickly stepped forward and put his finger on the pulse of the old man.

"This... how is this possible?"

After a while, he immediately showed a **** expression on his face.

"Mr. Han, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Fulin looked at him suspiciously.

"Master Zhao, he..."

Before the Han genius doctor finished speaking, he heard a soft beep from the ECG monitor.

Elder Zhao unexpectedly resumed his heartbeat.

Everyone present widened their eyes in disbelief.

Resurrected?

The group of medical staff looked at each other, and they all saw a look of horror in each other's eyes.

"How is this possible? Mr. Zhao has clearly stopped his heartbeat just now, how is it possible to come back from the dead?"

"I'm not the hell, am I? This is too scary."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it if I was killed."

"This is almost unheard of. Who can explain to me, what is going on?"

"This... this is unscientific!"

Unlike their doubts, the Zhao family has jumped up ecstatically.

"The old man has recovered his heartbeat, the old man has recovered his heartbeat..."

"Oh my god, I can't believe my eyes, the old man has come alive."

"This is nothing short of a miracle, how can the dead survive?"

"It seems that my Zhao family's fate should not be extinct, and he returned the old man to us."

"Thank God, my Zhao family is saved..."

And Zhao Fulin was there blankly, unable to recover for a long time.

Although no one wants his father to survive more than him.

But when this moment really came, he actually felt unreal.

I'm afraid that all this is his illusion.

Until Ye Feng came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Congratulations, Brother Zhao, it seems that the old man should not be killed."

Zhao Fulin just reacted and fell to his knees with a "poof", "Brother Ye, on behalf of everyone in the Zhao family, thank you for your great kindness, my Zhao family has nothing to forget."

The Zhao family also reacted at this moment, and immediately fell to their knees.

"Thank you Mr. Ye for his great kindness, the Zhao family has no teeth and never forgets!"

This scene is too shocking.

The medical staff present were stunned.

Isn't this Mr. Ye too good to make people from the largest family in Yangcheng kneel down collectively?

Speaking out, can't you stop a bus?

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