Chapter 67 Too Fierce
The ignored tall man was a little depressed and tugged at Bian Zhi's sleeve, "Can it be cured? Give me a definite answer."
Bian Zhi said nothing.
The tall man shrank back angrily.
When Bian Zhi was removing the needle from the short man, the tall man came over to watch curiously.
"Wow—that's amazing," the short man said with a relaxed expression, "I can't believe you're young, but your skills are quite good."
As he said this, the short man smiled and spread his hands towards Bian Zhi.
Bian Zhi handed over the silver needle indifferently.
A few minutes later.
Arrived at the sweet potato field nearby.
The fat man closed his eyes, watched Bian Zhi stretching leisurely, and asked the short man, "Can we roast sweet potatoes here?"
Fatty: “…”
The tall man continued to ask, "Give me a definite answer. Can it be cured?"
Bian Zhi turned his head to look at him with a faint gaze, and finally, after the short man's repeated requests, he said lightly, "Yes."
"However," Bian Zhi lowered his gaze to his right leg, "It's been a while. It will take some time. Give me four silver needles and I'll test the effects for you."
When the tall guy heard this, he went to the short guy to get it.
Just as the short man was about to take out the silver needle, the fat man came over and held down the short man's hand.
The fat man's eyes fell on Bian Zhi's face, with a defensive look, "Want to play tricks?"
Along the way, he found that this girl was particularly good at bewitching people and letting them down their guard silently.
She had just made the tall guy suffer so much pain in the car, but the tall guy was still not wary of her.
Moreover, she could subdue the tall man with just a needle, which was not a good sign.
"What? They're just a few tiny needles, and you're scared?" The tall man thought she was insulting him again. "You four grown men, are you afraid of me? I have skinny arms and legs, what can I do?"
"This leg really can't be cured. Anyway, you guys should make your own judgment. You won't kill me anyway, but your leg is different." Bian Zhi dropped the branch in his hand on the unconscious tall man's leg. "If you continue like this, you'll have to amputate it."
Hearing this, the tall man looked at the fat man with pleading eyes.
The fat man frowned. How could he not know the knot in his brother's heart for so many years? He took a deep breath, raised the knife again, and pointed it at Bian Zhi's forehead, "Three! If it doesn't work, forget it!"
Even if she subdued three people with the three silver needles, there would still be one left.
This is safe.
He turned to look at the tall man, "My daughter's life is more important. We have four rotten lives, and that's it. If three of us can't do it, don't bother!"
The tall man lowered his eyes, then made up his mind and said "hmm" firmly.
Bian Zhi shrugged, took three needles, and slowly inserted them into the acupuncture points. He turned to the short man and said with a smile, "Go dig some sweet potatoes. When I was a kid, I loved eating roasted sweet potatoes when I went to the countryside."
The short man smiled happily, "Okay!"
Fatty: “…”
The silver needle pierced the blood vessel, and within just a few seconds, a warm current rushed into the stiff right leg like a tide. The numbness was accompanied by a long-lost soreness and swelling, and the tall man's eyes were filled with tears.
As another silver needle from Bian Zhi fell, the right leg of the person who was like a decoration began to tremble uncontrollably, and then his toes felt slightly warm.
“!”
"Oh my god, why are you crying, third brother!" The fat man looked at the tall man with disgust.
The tall man wiped his tears and said, "Brother, my legs seem to be really responding."
The blood flows into the bones, giving the limbs and bones the power to move.
The feeling made his scalp tingle and he felt ecstatic!
"Can you help me cure it completely?" the tall man asked, staring at Bian Zhi.
Bian Zhi lowered his eyes, paying attention to the reaction of his legs, and replied calmly, "It will take time."
"Yes, I have time!" The tall man smiled the most sincere smile he had ever given his life. "I have nothing, but I have plenty of time! Then you can heal me, okay?"
Bian Zhi raised her eyes and looked at the tall man quietly.
"What do you think?"
Bian Zhi looked around the desolate countryside and said, "You dragged me to a place like this, intending to do something inappropriate to me, and you asked me to treat you later, and you're asking me that?"
Bian Zhi tilted her head and looked at him, "Judge for yourself, okay?"
The short man was digging sweet potatoes with a wooden stick in his hand.
Hearing what Bian Zhi said, he shook his head without thinking, very sure, "That's definitely not possible. Didn't I just say that if you're in a bad mood, I won't treat you, Third Brother--"
When the short man looked up, he saw the fat man and the thin man next to him looking at him coldly.
The short man: “…”
The thin man, who had been silent all the way, looked at the tall man's legs and suddenly stood in front of Bian Zhi. "Can you cure any disease?"
Bian Zhi: “No.”
The thin man was silent for a while, then took out his cell phone and asked in a low voice, "Your name is Bian Zhi, right?"
A few minutes later.
"Your name is Bian Zhi?!" the thin man said as he handed the mobile search page to the fat man, "Are you the Bian Zhi listed on Baidu?"
Bian Zhi looked up when he heard the voice, glanced at his own photo on it, and said with disgust, "No."
"Why not?" The fat man compared it with the photo. It was obviously her. The next second, he understood why Bian Zhi denied it. The photo on Baidu was indeed very different from the real person. It was not as bright and beautiful as the real person, but it was still beautiful.
"Bian Zhi, female, 23 years old, graduated from the Tsinghua and Peking University doctoral and master's programs," the fat man read slowly as he held the phone in front of him. "The youngest cardiac surgeon at Renxin Hospital, Director of Obstetrics and Gynecology. During her tenure, she made the cardiac surgery department of Renxin Hospital leap from the bottom to become the hospital's gold medal department in just a few months.
As a result, Bian Zhi's fame in China soared, and she was hailed as the surgical star of the year. She won a series of top awards in the field and was invited to work at the top hospital, Crescent Hospital, but she declined. She now works at the Bian Family Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine as the dean.
"Tsinghua University and Peking University," the thin man and the fat man looked at each other and said in unison, "The highest institutions of learning in the country, Tsinghua University and Peking University!"
The thin man spoke cautiously, "You...heart surgery, are you very good?"
Bian Zhi half-crouched down, looked at the tall man's leg reaction, and said lightly: "It's okay."
The fat man got angry, "You little girl, I didn't ask you to be modest, why are you being so modest?"
The thin man turned away from the fat man and asked Bian Zhi, "Have you ever heard of two hearts?"
Bian Zhi gently pulled out the silver needle from the tall man's leg and said casually, "Heterotopic heart transplant."
The thin man's eyes were shocked: "!!!"
Fatty: “You’ve heard of it!”
The short man stood up with a stick in his hand and said, "You actually knew that!"
The tall man cried out "Ouch!" and, ignoring the needle in his leg, he looked up excitedly and asked, "Can you cure it?"
Bian Zhi shook his head.
The four of them had dim eyes.
"We need to see a movie." The four people's hearts dropped heavily. The fat man covered his heart in annoyance and complained as he walked towards the van.
"You little girl, you're really scary!"
"Why are you breathing so hard when you talk?"
A moment later.
Bian Zhi held the report and CT film. Four people gathered in front of her, with their brows lowered, carefully holding up their mobile phones to shine the light on her.
"Well, can it be cured?" The tall man asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing some god.
"Hey!" The fat man was a little wary. "Can you cure it? Just tell me straight up. Don't play tricks on me, or I'll skin you alive!"
Bian Zhi slowly sorted the information into the file folder and said, "No."
"Ah?!" The four of them were all shocked and asked in panic, "Why?"
Bian Zhiyun said calmly, "It's too fierce, so, I can't."
The tall, short, fat, and thin, cold and stiff faces all trembled: "..."
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