Immortal Emperor Returns

"Uh, uh ..."

The young woman's soft groaning became more and more painful, and her entire face was completely pale. At this moment, even the muscles in the corners of the mouth are carrying an uncontrollable twitch.

"Intercostal neuralgia? Where is the underside of the right chest and the adjacent ribs?"

Lin Feng was interrupted by the continuous groaning, slowly opened his eyes, and saw the young beauty next to him, with a pale face curled up on the seat, and his two hands pressed firmly on the right rib. Minus, sweating on his forehead.

The young beauty glanced at Lin Feng quite unexpectedly, and nodded hard.

She didn't expect that the young man next to her could even see her problem at a glance, and also judged the location of the pain very accurately.

"you are a doctor?"

"Doctor? Yeah."

Lin Feng couldn't help laughing. Before he was reborn, he was Jiu Zhongtian's strongest medical sage. The doctor ... was barely considered right.

"If you don't mind, I'll help you take a look. There are no problems with relieving the pain."

"Trouble." The young beauty was silent for a moment, and eventually nodded.

This old problem of her own, she knew best, she had to take medicine to relieve pain, and there was no other way.

But in Lin Feng's eyes, the kind of self-confidence of cleanliness and lightness made her unconsciously infected. Ito Youmei absolutely does not believe that a person with such clean eyes will be a prodigal son. Moreover, at present, she has no other better way. She can only let the dead horse be a living horse doctor.

"A hand."

Lin Feng said that he would put one hand on the ribs of the young beauty, and at this moment, a cold rebuff interrupted his movement:

"What are you doing? Do you take advantage of this beauty? Shameless!"

In the direction of the sound, I saw a middle-aged man in his thirties walking slowly across the diagonally opposite position.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and black leather shoes hit the black hair, which looked like a successful person.

"Although I don't know, how did you know that this young lady had intercostal neuralgia, but how do you ... really help this young lady to relieve the pain?"

"Why? Is it just your hands?"

The middle-aged man continued walking aggressively as he came.

When speaking, he looked at the signal between Lin Feng's palm and the painful part of the young beautiful woman.

"That's true, with just one hand, threatening to relieve the pain for this young lady? How is it possible!"

"Take advantage, this kid must be trying to take advantage."

"Shameless, I never expected that a young man at such a young age would be so shameless!"

In the cabin, other passengers also focused their attention.

They heard the middle-aged person's words, and then looked at the painful part of the young beauty, and the palms stretched out by Lin Feng, and they all looked disgusted.

"Don't he ... really want to take advantage of it?"

In the face of everyone's one-sided voice, Ito Youmi's original absolute self-confidence began to shake. At this time, even she felt strange and felt ridiculous no matter how she heard it, she actually believed it.

"But obviously ... the kind of cleanliness in the eyes will not deceive people." Ito Yumi muttered to himself, shaking his head.

The kind of cleanliness in Lin Feng's eyes, she saw very clearly, this kind of cleanliness can never be disguised. The most important thing is that the confident and contagious power in her eyes gave her an illusion. As long as it was spoken by Lin Feng, it could be done.

"Take advantage?" Lin Feng couldn't help laughing.

"Of course." The middle-aged man was tit-for-tat. "Don't you dare say you?"

"Understanding some TCM massage techniques can actually relieve the young lady's headache." Lin Feng did not want to go on with this middle-aged person's too much nonsense, straightforward.

"Traditional Chinese medical massage? Relieve intercostal neuralgia?"

Middle-aged people are increasingly dismissive taunts:

"Intercostal neuralgia is the most difficult disease to cure completely. The recurrence rate is very high. There are very few patients who can completely cure it. Most patients with intercostal neuralgia can only rely on dextropropoxyphene, pethidine, or It's morphine and oxycodone to suppress, but you have to use traditional Chinese massage to relieve ... "

"Joke, nonsense!"

"Really?" Lin Feng said lightly.

"Of course, I am Zhang Tianze. I graduated from the Stanford University School of Medicine. I studied in the field of cardiothoracic surgery. I have published many heavy-duty academic articles in international academic journals. Before returning to China, I attended Stanford University School of Medicine, the largest medical scientific research project, currently serves as the director of cardiothoracic surgery at the National Union Medical College Hospital, and is also in charge of a medical research project with the highest specifications in the country ... "

Zhang Zetian eloquently recounted his history, while talking, looking down at Lin Feng with a high toe, with a look of contempt:

"This trip to the island country is to participate in an academic exchange conference. This academic exchange conference is organized by the three major medical societies of the island country and invites young talents from all over the world. At home, only I am invited to participate."

"It turned out to be Stanford University School of Medicine.

"Being the only invited person in the country, this is the true young talent."

"young and promising!"

In the cabin, everyone's attention was attracted by Zhang Zetian, and one by one involuntarily gave his thumbs up.

It is a rare young talent to be able to achieve such achievements at this age.

"Can it be so useful? Can you cure this lady's intercostal neuralgia?" Lin Feng dismissed.

Ga!

Zhang Zetian froze, staying stupidly in place.

Originally, he thought that after reporting a series of famous names, he would scare Lin Feng stupid. I never thought that the other party would be so cold that he came up with such a sentence.

"I said before that intercostal neuralgia must be inhibited by drugs. There is no other way to relieve it." Zhang Zetian said, looking back, ugly.

"Is that incurable?"

Lin Feng said, the words suddenly turned:

"What are the top students in Stanford University School of Medicine? What are the heavyweight academic articles published in international academic journals? What are the important medical research projects? What is the use of them? Nerve pain cannot be alleviated. "

"You ..." Zhang Zetian's face sank, his fingers trembling and speechless.

"Whatever I am, I will treat this lady if I have the ability, and close my mouth without the ability." Lin Feng said impatiently.

"Yes, I admit that I really can't relieve this young lady's intercostal neuralgia, but this has nothing to do with my medicine. Intercostal neuralgia is a difficult problem in international medicine. So far, except for drug suppression, There is no other way. "

Zhang Zetian pressed down the anger in his heart, gritted his teeth, and continued word by word:

"But ... although I can't help it, I don't want to take advantage of opportunities like some Dengtu prodigals."