C277 Return to the Village
C277 Return to the Village
It turned out that there was a villager in the village who had an acute illness. After being sent to the hospital, the hospital was helpless and urged them to leave the hospital. They also told them that the illness was incurable and that they should go home to take care of the aftermath.
The patient was only in his thirties. In today's society, he was worthy of being called a young man. Worried, the family thought of Hee Feng, who was famous for being a Godly Doctor.
However, they found that Hee Feng was not home.
Seeing the patient in critical condition, the patient's mother knelt in front of Chen Guixiang and asked her to call her son back to treat the patient.
Chen Guixiang was a soft-hearted person. Seeing that the patient was so pitiful, she made a phone call.
The mother's orders could not be disobeyed. Hee Feng could only helplessly bid farewell to Liu Qingyan and Hsing Yuanyuan, then drove home.
That afternoon, Hee Feng drove back to the village. He did not expect that just as he returned to the village, a loud and clear sorrowful music rang in his ears.
Ever since the conditions in the village were getting better and better, the situation of the simple funeral and wedding was getting less and less. Whether it was for free or for good, it was becoming more and more wasteful.
He had also developed a bad habit. old branch secretary felt his heart ache, but there was nothing he could do about it.
After Hee Feng returned home, he asked, "Mom, who died?"
At this moment, Chen Guixiang hurriedly pulled him into the house and said, "You came back late. Qiang Zi died at noon."
"Oh." Hee Feng nodded slightly and did not take it to heart. This Qiang Zi was called He Qiang. He was more than ten years older than him and did not have many interactions with him. Naturally, he did not feel sad about it.
Since there was nothing else, Hee Feng turned on the TV and prepared to play the recent popular TV series. He did not expect that just as he sat down, Chen Guixiang quickly pulled him up.
She said, "According to seniority, Qiang Zi is still your brother. Later, bring some things to pay respects to them. They are all from the same village. Go and see if there is any help. If there is, help."
Hee Feng nodded, then got up and walked towards He Qiang's house.
There were quite a lot of people on the way. They were all rushing there. There was nothing much going on in the village. Whenever someone ran into a funeral or held a happy occasion, they would flock there to help.
After all, this kind of thing could happen to anyone. If you didn't help them, they wouldn't help you in the future.
This was called reciprocation.
When he walked into the mourning hall, he saw He Qiang, who was lying in the middle of the mourning hall and wearing several layers of longevity clothing.
Hee Feng first took out 500 yuan to follow a person. This was also a rule. The funeral was also accompanied by a banquet, so he still needed to follow the person.
Then, he walked to the mourning hall and wanted to offer incense to pay his respects.
Unexpectedly, after taking a few steps, he felt that something was wrong. It seemed that the person was not completely dead yet.
However, he wasn't sure. He needed to observe carefully. Then, he stood there and watched carefully.
However, what he did made some people unhappy. After all, they were holding a funeral. If you stood in front of their mourning hall and watched them like that, what would you do?
Therefore, He Qiang's younger brother, a young man in his twenties, could not help but say, "What are you doing? Are you standing here and watching our family make a fool of ourselves?"
Hee Feng was woken up by the sound of the voice. Then, he said to He Zhuang, "That's not what I meant. I mean, your brother can still be saved. Yes, that's what I meant!"
"Ah!" Hearing him say that, Wang Guilan knelt on the straw mat of the mourning hall. He Qiang's wife was burning paper nonstop. Wang Guilan's face immediately revealed a frightened expression.
However, this expression disappeared in an instant. Then, it returned to normal and still had a sorrowful expression.
Hee Feng vaguely felt that something was wrong. This Wang Guilan had been burning paper all this time, and her face also had different sorrowful expressions. However, not a single tear could be seen on her face.
This was strange.
However, he didn't mind. After a few steps, he arrived at He Qiang's mourning hall.
There was a chopstick on the White Chopping Chicken. Hee Feng pulled it out and threw it on the ground. He said, "Remove all the incense sticks. You are not completely dead yet, and you want to use this thing? Isn't this cursing people to die? "
Then, he slowly untied the birthday suit He Qiang was wearing and started to treat him in the mourning hall.
Hee Feng took out the silver needle that he carried with him from his pocket. He picked up a silver needle that was dozens of centimeters long and pinched it with two fingers. Then, he inserted it into He Qiang's glabella with force. Pcchht! Pcchht! Pcchht! Pcchht! Pcchht! Pcchht! Pcchht! Pcchht! Pcchht! Pcchht! Pcchht! Pcchht!
The silver needle went deep into his bones.
At this time, the surrounding people heard a cough one after another. They could only see He Qiang, who was just a corpse, suddenly had a series of coughs. After that, they saw that their chests were no longer heaving. They began to slowly rise and fall again.
Everyone could not help but exclaim in admiration.
He Zhuang and his sister-in-law Wang Guilan, on the other hand, had frightened expressions on their faces. Several times, both of them stretched out their hands, wanting to stop Hee Feng from moving further, but they didn't dare to move forward.
Because this was treating their big brother and husband. What if they went forward to stop him? It was hard to guarantee that nothing would happen.
At this moment, perhaps because he thought of something, He Zhuang secretly patted the back of his sister-in-law's hand to signal for him to be at ease. Then, he said softly, "It's fine. Brother's injury is so serious. It can't be cured at all."
This sentence seemed to be comforting them, but it obviously gave them some confidence. It made the two of them not as afraid as before.
At this moment, Hee Feng was rapidly stabbing He Qiang's body with silver needles. He could clearly feel that He Qiang's injury was very serious.
Inside his body, his spine was broken. No wonder people in the hospital said that he could not be cured. But he did not understand why his spine was broken all of a sudden.
Moreover, it did not look like a fall. It was more like his spine was broken after being hit by a stick from the back.
Combined with Wang Guilan and He Zhuang's lover's performance, Hee Feng understood that this matter was not as simple as he had imagined. Perhaps there were some unknown secrets in it.
However, he did not think too much about it now. Human lives were at stake. He had to save them first. As a doctor, he could not leave them to die.
Silver needles fell one by one. Hee Feng simply assembled the spine that He Qiang had trained with silver needles. Then, he began to perform acupuncture on all the acupuncture points on He Qiang's body.
He used the stimulation of the acupuncture points to restore his vitality. As more and more silver needles fell from Hee Feng's hands, as time passed by, He Qiang, who was lying on the bed with the bench, started to breathe heavily.
It seemed like he was waking up. There were several times when he almost woke up, but he fainted because of the pain.