Chapter 715 Untitled Chapter

Hearing this, the faces of the doctors in the room changed suddenly.

Look at the arrogant eyebrows and eyes of Princess Zhaoyang, with a contemptuous tone.

This is deliberately smashing the signboard of the genius doctor in neon clothes.

Nishang's eyes drew blood.

She said coldly, "Why, Princess Zhaoyang really wants to compete with me in medical skills?"

The tone was contemptuous.

Song Zhao slowly took out a piece of white handkerchief from the medicine box, put it on Sheng Shoufu's neck, and replied lightly, "If you cut the pulse before you wake up, anyone who cuts it will die.

Things like pulse condition are ever-changing with the blood circulation. If you make a mistake, the diagnosis will be completely different. Are you worthy of talking about medical skills? "

Sheng Shoufu was half dead, his breath was weak, what could he cut out?

These words not only connoted Nishang, but also all the doctors present here.

They were suddenly unhappy.

"Look, hear, ask, do you understand? Who said you have to wake up to feel the pulse!"

Song Zhao raised his eyebrows, "If people are awake, there's no need for so many of you to waste air here? Everyone's brains are full of bean curd."

Everyone, "..."

At the same time, he vomited blood, but he didn't dare to curse back.

Nishang sneered, "Princess Zhaoyang is capable, if you have the ability, you can wake up Sheng Shoufu, but if you don't, you talk a lot, and you pretend to be good at it."

talking.

Song Zhao held a needle in his hand and pierced it between Sheng Shoufu's eyebrows.

In the blink of an eye, everyone has not recovered.

"Ahem..." The unconscious Sheng Shoufu suddenly coughed and opened his eyes.

Nishang, "..."

All the doctors, "..."

"Grandfather!" Sheng Minggui rushed forward excitedly, holding Sheng Shoufu's hand, "Grandfather, you finally woke up, Minggui is worried about you to death."

Father Sheng stepped forward in surprise, unable to believe it, "Father, how do you feel?"

Sheng Shoufu's eyes were cloudy, and he was in a daze for a long time before he focused his sight.

He was so weak that his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear it clearly.

Nishang's face was red.

She clenched her fists.

Princess Zhaoyang really woke people up, a blind cat met a dead mouse?

The other doctors looked at each other, not embarrassed.

Maybe it's a flashback.

Song Zhao whispered, "Open your mouth."

Sheng Minggui lay beside Sheng Shoufu's ear, "Grandfather, this is Princess Zhaoyang treating your illness. Fortunately, my granddaughter invited her here, otherwise I would have collected your body."

Sheng Shoufu, "..."

Although he was seriously ill, he could still hear some words during his coma, and he almost understood the situation at the moment.

Princess Zhaoyang is not a person who knows how to be clever, she said she can cure, but she has a bit of confidence.

The old Shoufu obediently opened his mouth.

"How?" Sheng Minggui asked nervously.

Song Zhao said softly, "The pulse is deep and thin, the hands and feet are cold, the tongue is pale red and the coating is thin and yellow, it's a liver problem..."

Nishang interrupted her, "Liver problem? Sheng Shoufu coughed up blood at night, shortness of breath, chest tightness, chest pain, mixed with white saliva... This is a symptom caused by tuberculosis. Princess Zhaoyang will not be so ignorant that she can't distinguish between lungs and lungs." liver?"

Envoy Li said in admiration, "The magic doctor of Nishang really hit the nail on the head. There are so many old injuries in the old Shoufu's body. Our diagnosis is ever-changing, but you can accurately tell the main cause."

Others joined in.

Satisfied, Nishang said again, "Although it's a fatal pulse, I can keep the old chief assistant for three months, and give you time to slowly prepare for the old chief assistant's funeral."

Father Sheng was startled.

Wiping his eyes, he was grateful.

Fortunately, it's not that he will be saved immediately, there are still three months to go, this is already the best result.

Sheng Minggui just stared at Song Zhao, "Zhao Zhao, can grandfather be saved? How long can you keep grandfather?"

She knew that her grandfather had been ill for a long time and could not be cured.

She just hoped that her grandfather would suffer less and live a few more years.

"Three days."

Song Zhao put away the medicine box, taking his time.

Nishang almost laughed out loud, "How dare you say it for three days? Who here can't guarantee it for three days..."

"Three days, he will recover." Song Zhao said.