Siheyuan: Rebirth of He Yuzhu, God of Cooking starts

As long as Mr. Hong is here, the British don't dare to do anything to the Hong family. What if Mr. Hong leaves?

Without anyone else taking action, the British killed the Hong family.

As long as Wang Yaowen can save Mr. Hong, Lou Zhenhua can set up whatever factory he wants!

After nearly half an hour, Wang Yaowen shook his head and said: "This disease cannot be cured, but it is not incurable!"

He stood up slowly, pondered for a moment and said: "If I were to treat him, I would be 50% sure to cure the person, but if there is an accident during the treatment, the person is likely to die! "

"It's up to you whether he can be cured or not. Even if he is cured, his disease cannot be cured. He can only try his best to maintain it. To put it bluntly, it is to prolong his life!"

"If it weren't for the treatment, I'm afraid we wouldn't have much time left!"

There is no one he knows here, and there is no leader for him, so Wang Yaowen doesn't need to restrain himself when speaking.

Hearing that there was a 50% chance, Hong Bo felt a little excited. The chance was quite high.

Mr. Hong, who was lying on the bed, said: "Treatment, little friend, you can treat it with confidence and boldness. Even if there is an accident, I will not blame you, and no one in our Hong family will offend you!"

Hong Bo expressed his position: 'Yes, if you are confident, just treat it boldly. Even if the person dies, we will not blame you!'

Hong Bo also knew in his heart that if he did not receive treatment, his father would probably not be able to survive for a few days in his current state.

Who is a good person who vomits blood every day? He has been vomiting for three days!

Seeing that the Hong family was about to be cured, Wang Yaowen waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, let me tell you about Mr. Hong's condition and see if it's right!"

"Mr. Hong's disease is liver cancer. After half of his liver was removed during surgery, the cancer cells metastasized and spread throughout his body. Now he has entered the advanced stage of cancer!"

"Now all his organs have been eroded by cancer cells, and his body functions have declined by more than 80%. Fortunately, the old man's heart is still fine. Am I right?"

Hong Bo nodded: 'Yes, yes, you are absolutely right, I am really a miracle doctor!'

"I just couldn't see Taishan, please forgive me!"

Wang Yaowen smiled and said: "It's all a trivial matter. I was brought here by Uncle Shangguan for treatment. Even if you scold me, I can't leave!"

"Let me talk about my treatment plan first. From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, cancer is a blockage. I will first use acupuncture to activate blood circulation, and then perform acupuncture treatment for three days!"

"Then you go to the hospital to find plasma with the same blood type as the old man. When I perform acupuncture treatment, you have to inject the blood into the old man's body."

"If the old man can adapt to this stage, it will be successful. If he cannot adapt, he will die."

"After it is completed, it will take three months of adjuvant treatment. If he hadn't done the liver resection, it wouldn't have taken so long, but he did it."

“After treatment, it’s just maintenance and it doesn’t cure it!”

Hong Bo nodded: 'I know, I know, it's all up to the little doctor, I'll do whatever you say!'

Wang Yaowen smiled and said: 'Okay, let's get ready. I didn't bring anything with me when I came out. I'll go home to get acupuncture and come back. As soon as the plasma arrives, we'll start treatment immediately!'

Hong Bo asked: "I wonder how much the doctor's consultation fee will be?"

Wang Yaowen glanced at Shangguan Yuntian and said with a smile: "I came here for the sake of Mr. Shangguan. I won't take any of the 560 cents for the consultation fee!"

"If you are really feeling sorry for yourself, please invite a chef who knows how to cook Northeastern cuisine. He will cook eight or nine Northeastern dishes every night and get some wine..."

Hong Bo laughed and said: "Hahahaha, this is simple, I will have someone prepare it now!"

Seeing that Wang Yaowen was able to treat, dared to treat, and gave credit to Shangguan Yuntian, Liao Huafeng, who was standing aside, felt a little uncomfortable.

He glanced at Zhang Zhongjing with his peripheral vision and greeted him in his heart. He was a piece of trash. He spent ten million pounds to invite you here in vain, but you couldn't cure him.

Liao Huafeng's heart was bleeding.

But he really didn't dare to do anything to Zhang Zhongjing.

If he touches Zhang Zhongjing, those old guys in Macau can tear him apart.

Zhang Zhongjing said: "Young man, I have a silver needle here, take it and use it!"

"I'm here to treat Lao Hong. I'm not good at studying and I don't know anything about it, but I can't come in vain, so I might as well lend a hand!"

With that said, Zhang Zhongjing opened the medicine box, took out a set of silver needles and handed it to Wang Yaowen.

Wang Yaowen took the silver needle, took a look at it, and said with a smile: "Thank you, old man!"

"I'll tie Mr. Hong's chest first to make him breathe easier!"

Wang Yaowen took out nine silver needles and pierced Mr. Hong's chest.

As soon as the needle fell, Mr. Hong's whistling voice disappeared.

Mr. Hong, who was breathing smoothly, exclaimed: 'Hey, I can breathe again!'

"Hey, I can breathe again!"

Mr. Hong said this with a bit of anger!

Hong Bo on the side was stunned for a moment, looked at Wang Yaowen with great joy, held his hands and said apologetically: "Hong Bo admires the little magician for his good medical skills!"

Wang Yaowen waved his hand and said: "It's just a little trick, it can't be put on the stage!"

Wang Yaowen straightened his chest, slowly put his right hand behind his back, and exerted a fierce force.

I, Wang Yaowen, dare to treat patients who others say cannot be cured, and even make them better.

Liao Huafeng, who was standing aside, looked at Zhang Zhongjing with a dissatisfied look on his face, and in his heart he greeted all eighteen generations of his ancestors:

I spend so much money to invite you here, but you just say it can't be cured and it's over. They just come and give me a needle and it will be cured.

You old thing, you get paid to play me, right?

Zhang Zhongjing was also shocked when he heard that Mr. Hong said he could breathe again. He hurriedly rushed over to check Mr. Hong's pulse regardless of everyone standing by.

The moment he put his hand on Mr. Hong's pulse gate, he straightened his back and looked at Wang Yaowen with an expression of disbelief!

His veins were dead just now, but he was able to revive them with a few needles? This... how could there be such magical acupuncture in this world! This... is simply unbelievable!

In order to ensure that he would not admit his mistake, he touched it for a while longer.

After about five minutes of touching, Zhang Zhongjing understood the principle. Wang Yaowen's needle opened Mr. Hong's acupuncture points.

This magical thing that only exists in martial arts novels actually exists!

a long time!

Zhang Zhongjing walked up to Wang Yaowen, clasped his hands in his fists and said, "May I ask where you learned the acupuncture technique you use? This acupuncture technique is so miraculous that I have never seen it in my life. Today is really an eye-opener!"

Wang Yaowen laughed and said: 'I created it myself. I named him Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate. This name has no purpose, it just sounds nice!'

"Thirteen stitches in the ghost gate, hahaha, if Lao Hong meets you, he might actually be able to survive! You are truly the most talented person in history. I wonder, my friend, can you leave me your contact information?" Zhang Zhongjing said with a smile.