My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s Chapter 643

Chapter 643: Chapter 635: It will be short-lived Chapter 643: Chapter 635: It will be short-lived Furthermore, Mr.

Wang just ntioned Gu Ning’s na, um…

She thought for a mont that there seed to be so questions she wanted to ask Gu Ning, but she’d wait until after she had treated the illness to ask them.

She walked up to Old Mr.

Wang, and to tell the truth, this was the first ti she had seen such a major figure up close, she had only ever seen him on television before and had never t him in person.

Once the old gentleman woke up, she would definitely shake hands with him, and then take a picture to hang at ho as a family heirloom—that would be so prestigious.

She took Old Mr.

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Wang’s wrist, pressing her fingers on his pulse, this body…

She shook her head.

“What’s wrong?” Mr.

Wang’s heart tightened, and the syllables that slipped out were laced with tension.

What did that shake of the head an?

Was it no good?

Was all hope gone now?

“Nothing, I just rembered sothing,” Tang Yuxin took out her needle pack and opened it, revealing rows of long and short silver needles, neatly arranged.

“What is it?”

Mr.

Wang didn’t know why, but upon seeing Tang Yuxin’s familiar needle-taking motions, his heart unexpectedly cald down, and he couldn’t help but trust this very young girl.

Tang Yuxin disinfected Silver Needle one by one, although her silver needles inherently had sterilization properties, Chen Zhong had said so.

Nonetheless, she still perford a secondary disinfection on the needles before each treatnt.

As for what it was?

How should she put it…

“I once saw an old doctor treating a patient.”

As she spoke, she had already inserted a silver needle into the old gentleman’s body, and the movent was so fast it was nearly imperceptible, as one might miss it even with wide-open eyes,

and Tang Yuxin’s voice continued.

“Back then, the patient had a dical accident due to improper treatnt by a doctor and nearly had both legs amputated, and that patient was not one to take things lying down and wanted to take the doctor to court.”

Dean Zhu wiped the sweat off his forehead.

How co he felt like the incident Tang Yuxin was talking about sounded like it had happened in their hospital?

Yet, he continued to listen with ears stretched out, of course, listening silently without speaking.

Tang Yuxin inserted a few more needles, still able to multitask, continuing her story.

“Later, that doctor invited his grandfather to co over, and indeed, when a master acts, it’s extraordinary.”

As she uttered ‘master,’ Dean Zhu instinctively turned to look at Tong Feng, whose pupils also contracted slightly, as if he knew what Tang Yuxin was about to say.

He wanted to stop her, but he was frozen in place, his mouth as if glued shut, unable to open for a long ti.

“And the person was cured?” Mr.

Wang, while listening, was watching those needles, yet, he couldn’t help but join in the conversation.

“Sort of cured,” Tang Yuxin pulled out a few needles, then inserted more, her fingers moving very quickly, blurring like shadows in the end.

“The master recklessly used up the patient’s remaining vitality.

Yes, the leg healed, and he could walk,” Tang Yuxin explained, “but over ti, the patient’s health would only continue to deteriorate.”

Every person’s life force is finite; we must live in harmony with nature, waking with the sunrise and sleeping with the sunset, resonating with the natural world.

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“What happens if life force is forcibly extracted?”

Mr.

Wang was not a fool; in fact, he was very clever.

He could sense sothing from between the lines, especially since Tang Yuxin wouldn’t bring up such a matter without reason.

“If the extraction is excessive,” Tang Yuxin then pulled out another needle, and replaced it with a different one…

Her voice ca slowly and deliberately, to so it sounded light, like a breeze passing by, while others felt the gravity and sharpness, as if cut by a knife.

“It would shorten their life.”

After Tang Yuxin finished speaking, she inserted a few more needles.

It was evident that the old gentleman’s complexion had beco much rosier.

Previously, when he breathed, one could hear the rattling phlegm in his throat, but now his breathing was much smoother.

The old gentleman’s face also relaxed significantly; he was clearly much more comfortable, no longer as he used to be, frowning every day with breath so labored that his face would turn blue.

And it had been a long ti since they had seen the old gentleman sleep so soundly and peacefully.

“Security!”

Mr.

Wang called out directly to the outside.

Shortly after, two security guards had already entered.

“Prepare to transfer the old master to another hospital.”

Mr.

Wang said sternly, his eyes narrowing dangerously when he looked at Tong Feng, flashing with a hint of bloodlust.

Poor Tong Feng, despite his advanced age and his face having been flushed just before, was now ashen—clearly terrified.

“Dr.

Xiaotang, where do you suggest we transfer my father for the best care?”

Mr.

Wang asked Tang Yuxin, this ti fully trusting her.

After all, one knows if there is skill present the mont a professional makes a move.

That old fox, Tong Feng, had been treating him for a month, and although the patient was initially doing well here, able to speak and move, his condition only worsened with treatnt.

But with just a few needles from Dr.

Xiaotang, the old master was visibly much better.

Where to transfer?

In truth, Tang Yuxin’s first choice was the main hospital.

After all, it had the best environnt and dical equipnt.

However, even the quietest wards were not suitable for the old master to recuperate due to the noise inherent to hospitals.

Actually, in her opinion, the old Mr.

Wang’s illness simply stemd from old age and declining bodily functions.

With proper care, he could live at least another five or six years.

But Tong Feng was too hasty, forcibly raised the old master’s vitality in hopes of showcasing his abilities in front of Mr.

Wang, only to backfire.

By extracting too much life force, not only did he fail to improve the situation, he made it worse.

His original plan was to help the old master regain consciousness and then slowly strengthen and nurture his fundantal vitality, leading to eventual recovery.

It was a great pity, as the old master was just too old, nowhere near comparable to the woman with the broken leg.

After all, that woman was young—missing a few years wouldn’t show.

But the old master was nearing seventy; he could live at most another year or two.

Forcibly drawing out his life force, burning through what remained of his life, wasn’t that just hastening his death?

Tong Feng had been clever all his life, too clever, in fact.

And now his cleverness had led to his downfall—serves him right.

Tang Yuxin couldn’t help but feel schadenfreude.

Building her joy on the pains of others was now her favorite thing to do.

Where were we?

Ah yes, where should the old master recuperate?