Immortal Emperor Returns Chapter 284: Young Talents

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"Uh, uh..."

The young woman's soft moan became more and more painful, and her entire face became completely pale. At this moment, even the muscles at the corners of the mouth were twitching uncontrollably.

"Intercostal neuralgia? Where is the lower right side of the chest, between the adjacent ribs?"

Lin Feng interrupted his thoughts by the continuous soft groans, opened his eyes slowly, and saw the young beauty sitting next to him, curled up on the seat with a pale face, and pressed both hands firmly on The ribs on the right side were reduced, and the forehead was sweaty.

The young beauty looked at Lin Feng unexpectedly and nodded hard.

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

"Are you a doctor?"

"Doctor? That's right."

Lin Feng couldn't help laughing. Before he was reborn, he was the strongest medical sage of the Nineth Heaven. The doctor... can barely be considered.

"If you don't mind, I'll help you see, relieve the symptoms of pain, no problem."

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

She knows her own old problems best in her heart that she must take medicine to relieve the pain, and there is no other way.

But in Lin Feng's eyes, the clean and calm confidence made her unconsciously infected. Ito Yumi absolutely doesn't believe that someone with such clean eyes would be a prodigal son. Moreover, she has no other better way at the moment, and can only use a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"Raise your hand."

As Lin Feng said, he was about to put a hand on the ribs of the young beauty, and then at this moment, a cold rebuke interrupted his movement:

"What are you doing? Do you take advantage of this beauty? It's shameless!"

Following the direction of the sound, I saw a middle-aged man about 30 years old walking slowly across from the position.

The middle-aged man is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with black leather shoes and shiny black hair. He looks like a successful person.

"Although I don't know, how did you know that this lady has intercostal neuralgia, but you like this...can really help this lady relieve the pain?"

"Why? Are you just a hand?"

The middle-aged man continued aggressively while walking.

While speaking, he glanced back and forth between Lin Feng's palm and the painful part of the young beauty.

"This is true. With just one hand, he threatened to relieve the pain for this lady? How could it be possible!"

"Take advantage, this kid, must want to take advantage of this opportunity."

"Shameless, I didn't expect a young man at a young age to be so shameless!"

In the cabin, the attention of other passengers also concentrated.

They heard what the middle-aged man said, and then looked at the painful part of the young beauty and the palm of Lin Feng's outstretched hand, all with disgust.

"Will he... really want to take the opportunity to wipe the oil?"

In the face of the overwhelming voices of everyone, Ito Yumi's original absolute self-confidence began to waver. At this time, even she herself felt strange, and she believed something that seemed ridiculous no matter how she heard it.

"But obviously... the cleanness in the eyes will not deceive." Yumi Ito muttered to herself and shook her head.

The kind of cleanness in Lin Feng's eyes, she can see clearly, this kind of cleanliness can definitely not be disguised. Most importantly, the self-confidence in her eyes gave her an illusion in her trance. As long as Lin Feng said it, she would definitely be able to do it.

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

"Of course." The middle-aged man was tit-for-tat, "Dare you say you are not?"

"Knowing some Chinese massage techniques can relieve this lady's headache." Lin Feng didn't want to go on talking nonsense with this middle-aged man, and said straightforwardly.

"Manipulations of Chinese medicine massage? To relieve intercostal neuralgia?"

The middle-aged man ridiculed more and more disdain:

"Intercostal neuralgia is the most difficult disease to be completely cured. The recurrence rate is very high. Only a very small number of patients can be completely cured. Most patients with intercostal neuralgia can only rely on dextropropoxyphene and pethine Pyridine, or morphine and oxycodone to suppress, but you have to use Chinese massage to relieve..."

"Joke, nonsense!"

"Really?" Lin Feng said lightly.

"Of course, I, Zhang Tianze, graduated from the Stanford University School of Medicine. I am studying for cardiothoracic surgery. I have published many important academic journals in international academic journals. Before returning to China, even more Participated in the Stanford University School of Medicine, one of the largest medical research projects, currently serving as the director of cardiothoracic surgery in Union Hospital in China, and also in charge of a medical research project with the highest specifications in China..."

Zhang Zetian talked about his history endlessly, while talking, while looking down at Lin Feng proudly, his face was full of contempt:

"This time I went to the island country to participate in an academic exchange meeting. This academic exchange meeting was organized by the three major medical societies of the island country and invited young talents from all over the world. In China, I was the only one invited to participate. "

"It turned out to be a high-achieving student from Stanford University School of Medicine, a master-doctoral student, amazing, really amazing!"

"To be the only invitee in the country, this is a true young talent."

"Young and promising!"

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

To be able to achieve such an achievement at such an age is really a rare young talent.

"Is it useful to say so much? Can you cure this young lady's intercostal neuralgia?" Lin Feng dismissed it.

Hey!

Zhang Zetian was stunned, stupidly stunned in place.

He originally thought that after he reported a series of titles, Lin Feng would be frightened. But never thought that the other party would jump out such a sentence unexpectedly.

"I said before that intercostal neuralgia must be suppressed by drugs and there is no other way to relieve it." Zhang Zetian said with an ugly face.

"That can't be cured?"

As Lin Feng said, the conversation suddenly changed:

"Which high-achieving students in the Stanford University School of Medicine, who have published important academic journals in international journals, and who are responsible for major medical research projects, what are they? No intercostal neuralgia can be relieved."

"You..." Zhang Zetian's face sank, and his angry fingers trembled and could not speak.

"What I am, I will treat this lady if I have the ability, and shut my mouth if I don't have the ability." Lin Feng said impatiently.

"Yes, I admit that I really have no way to relieve this lady’s intercostal neuralgia, but this has nothing to do with my medical skills. Intercostal neuralgia is a problem that international medicine is working on. So far, except for drugs There is no other way to restrain it."

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

"But...Although I have no way to alleviate, but like some prodigal sons, I still want to take advantage of the opportunity to wipe oil."