Chapter 471 A Little Understanding
Miraculous doctor, divine fortune teller, divine commander...
The key is that she's still so young. Is she bragging? Is she just trying to build momentum? Has she been learning since she was in the womb? Or has she fallen off a cliff and met a hermit?
If Yun Mo knew what he was thinking, she would probably lament that they had no new ideas.
"You... also know medicine?" Randy's gray eyes drooped, with an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth.
"I know a little bit, a little bit," Yun Mo said without being too modest.
Hearing this response, Carrie immediately changed his opinion of her. He liked people who were straightforward and frank.
Professor Zhou urged: "Stop chatting and focus on the business first."
He couldn't wait to know whether ancient doctors could find a cure for Randy's frontal lobe mutation, an incurable disease in the interstellar space.
Yunmo gestured for Randy to sit down, and she sat down on the chair opposite him, holding up two fingers to indicate.
Although Randy had never seen such a scene before, he reacted very quickly and stretched out his arm.
Yun Mo smiled brightly. It was convenient to deal with smart people. There was almost no need to talk much.
Her hand stayed on Randy's wrist for five minutes, and then she changed her hand. During this time, her brows went from relaxed to tense, and then slowly relaxed.
Everyone's hearts tightened and relaxed with her micro-expressions. In just a few minutes, it felt like a century.
If there was still a bit of a desperate mentality at the beginning, it had changed in just a few minutes.
Momentum, confidence, professionalism... She just sat there and made them feel, don't worry, Sister Yun is steady.
Ahem... they seemed much older than her.
Felicie clutched the edge of her pants tightly, trying to calm herself down. She had been disappointed too many times, but she hoped that this time would not be a disappointment.
If Admiral Nie can stand up, Randy can definitely do it too.
Yun Mo finally withdrew her hand without saying a word. Instead, she took off the bracelet on her wrist, spread it out, and took out a silver needle about ten centimeters long from the thinly arranged silver needles.
"Let me give you a few pricks first," Yun Mo said.
Felicie raised her head, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Professor Zhou looked at her and shook his head slowly. Felicie immediately shut her mouth.
Yun Mo pressed a few times on the acupuncture points on his neck, then quickly inserted the silver needle in her right hand, and then used other silver needles to stimulate the acupuncture points...
As she moved, she could clearly feel that the magnetic field in Randy's head was straightened out a lot.
Not only did she discover it, but Felicie also discovered it through the detector, and she immediately bit her finger.
It’s useful, really useful, I almost cried...
Finally, Yun Mo removed the needle, wiped her hands, and under the fanatical gaze, she said calmly, "I don't know the technical term for his disease."
Allen immediately responded: "It's a frontal lobe mutation. Repair fluids and surgery are useless."
"Oh," Yun Mo nodded. "In Chinese medicine, there's a term called 'disharmony,' so I'll adjust it for him. It shouldn't be a big problem."
"Crack..." Alan felt like he had suffered 10,000 critical hits.
If word gets out, what will those old guys in the medical school do?
No big deal? Are you kidding me?
Randy looked at the experts and found at least eighty of them!
Even he himself had spent countless days and nights in the laboratory, with no idea at all...
She said it so shamelessly that it's not a big problem?
Oh yeah, what did she say at the beginning? A little bit, a little bit?
Is this the level of understanding?
While Allen was complaining, Yun Mo had already prescribed the Chinese medicine: "Go to the Third Federal Hospital to find Doctor Qin Mu to get the medicine. He knows the medicinal properties and proportions better. I'll come back after a course of treatment..."
"Thank you, thank you. What do you mean? He still has a chance to get better?" Felicie asked in disbelief.
"Well, it's not a big problem," Yun Mo said.
Randy was also shocked. What a person with a long-term illness wants most is such a belief.
He turned his head, looked at the Confederate flag on the wall, looked at the emblem he wiped every day, and smiled slowly...
(End of this chapter)
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