Chapter 943 How Long Can You Live?

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At this time, Zhao Ditian also turned his eyes to Ye Tianlong.

"Swoosh!"

Ye Tianlong's face changed slightly, and his upright body subconsciously arched, like a sword that broke out of its sheath, revealing its sharp edge.

It turned out that when Zhao Ditian looked at Ye Tianlong, Ye Tianlong clearly felt a strange and majestic force pressing towards him in the void.

That feeling was as if a Five Finger Mountain of Tathagata Buddha was in the air, trying to press him down mercilessly.

Therefore, Ye Tianlong reacted instinctively.

Zhao Ditian saw that Ye Tianlong was arching his body, but he actually stabilized his body and stood there without moving. There was a hint of surprise on his face, and he coughed again.

"Cough——"

With Zhao Ditian's cough, Ye Tianlong's arched body lowered again, and his expression was more serious than before.

"Young man, very good."

Zhao Ditian suddenly withdrew all his pressure, and all his wrinkles turned into smiles: "At such a young age, you have reached the level of above eighth rank."

Zhan Qinglou was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Ye Tianlong to have such a martial arts background. He was an expert in both medicine and martial arts. Isn't this kid too awesome?

Ye Tianlong felt relieved and replied with a wry smile: "In front of Mr. Zhao, isn't it time to be beaten?"

"You are too modest... I have difficulty walking with my old bones now. Beating people? Being beaten is more like being beaten."

Zhao Ditian was not arrogant at all and spoke in a rough and frank manner, which instantly made Ye Tianlong more favorable. Then he heard the old man asked:

"You have the Order of the Sun? You look a little young."

Zhao Ditian smiled warmly: "Elizabeth, Philip, Gustav... Are you familiar with them?"

"We drank together and ate hot pot together."

Ye Tianlong said slowly: "We also played mahjong together."

Zhan Qinglou's eyelids jumped, and there was a trace of worry in his eyes, afraid that Ye Tianlong's outspokenness would make the old man angry, and it would be troublesome if he drove him away.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ditian was not angry, but laughed: "Interesting."

Ye Tianlong threw out another sentence: "It's good to be young. Only young people are sharp and will not stick to the rules."

"In this way, you won't be afraid to treat it."

He quickly swept his eyes over the old man's hands, feet, cheeks, and neck, and found that there were red spots on the exposed areas, one by one, and it was itchy to look at.

There was a hint of curiosity in the old man's eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Somewhat."

When Zhan Qinglou pursed his lips, Ye Tianlong took a step forward, jumped over the old man's head, and swept across the poinciana tree not far away:

"If those doctors and experts were not so conservative, and Old Qin was not too concerned about you, your disease, at least the red spots on your body would have been eliminated long ago."

Zhan Qinglou was slightly delighted: "Are you sure you can cure Old Zhao's red spots?"

The old man smiled and asked kindly: "They have been tossing for a long time without any effect. Can you remove this annoying thing?"

Ye Tianlong exhaled a long breath, walked in front of Zhao Ditian, took his hand, and examined the red spots without hesitation.

When he grabbed the old man's wrist, Zhan Qinglou's fist tightened instinctively, and his body rushed forward reflexively, but soon stabilized.

Ye Tianlong glanced at her, smiled brightly and continued to check the red spots.

Zhao Ditian did not react, allowing Ye Tianlong to check. Zhan Qinglou whispered: "Doctor Ye, how is it? Can it be cured?"

Ye Tianlong did not answer, but just ran his fingertips across the red spots.

Looking at the red spots, the poinciana trees in the distance, and the fragrance blowing in the wind, Ye Tianlong had the answer in his heart

At the same time, he showed respect for Zhao Ditian.

He knew very well that the red spots were extremely itchy, even more itchy than itching powder. Ordinary people could not bear it at all, but the old man endured it.

Zhao Ditian not only withstood the itching, but also made himself talk like an ordinary person. Ye Tianlong was sincerely impressed by his determination.

This is an old man with extremely amazing willpower.

Two minutes later, Ye Tianlong put down the old man's hand, his expression as calm as ever.

Not seeing other doctors shaking their heads, Zhan Qinglou's heart trembled, and she subconsciously asked again: "Doctor Ye, how is Mr. Zhao's condition?"

The old man put his hand back on the rocking chair and smiled optimistically: "Qinglou, life and death are determined by fate, don't be too persistent, I don't care about it, and you shouldn't be stubborn."

Zhan Qinglou shook her head: "I don't care... Yuanjia doesn't care... Others don't care."

She looked at Ye Tianlong again, hoping for a miracle: "Doctor, is there any way? Do you need me to do anything?"

"As for other causes of the body, I haven't taken the pulse or checked it yet, so I can't give you an answer."

Ye Tianlong had confidence on his face: "But this erythema, no problem, it can be resolved in two hours at most."

Zhan Qinglou was surprised: "Two hours? They have been tossing for several days, and have used a lot of specialty and imported medicines, but the effect is not great."

Zhao Ditian also narrowed his eyes, looking at Ye Tianlong with a hint of playfulness.

"I've said it before, they lack the spirit, either they are afraid of taking responsibility or they are too caring, so naturally there will be no effect."

Ye Tianlong exhaled a long breath, looked at Zhan Qinglou and smiled faintly: "Sister Qinglou, can you make buns?"

Zhan Qinglou was stunned, then nodded: "Yes!"

"Take ten kilograms of the best flour, ferment it with yeast, and when it is twice as large, choose the amount of ten buns and make ten cabbage buns for me."

Ye Tianlong smiled calmly: "Of course, keep the remaining dough for me, and bring it here when the time comes."

"Remember, this is related to Mr. Zhao's condition, and you must take good care of him."

Zhan Qinglou looked confused, not knowing what Ye Tianlong wanted to do, but he still turned around and executed it unconditionally.

She is willing to do anything for the old man's health.

After Zhan Brothel disappeared, the old man in the rocking chair smiled and said, "Take her away. Do you have anything to say to me?"

"Mr. Zhao is very thoughtful, but I didn't send her away specifically. I really need her to make steamed buns. You will know all my intentions later."

Ye Tianlong pulled up a chair and sat down, reached for the old man's wrist and started to feel the pulse: "Of course, I really don't want her to be here."

"You are very important to her. Like Mr. Qin and others, she cares about you too much."

His fingers caught the old man's pulse: "If she stays here, she will disturb our in-depth conversation."

Zhao Ditian smiled very warmly: "Now I understand why you can appear here, and I believe that you really have the Medal of the Sun."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for the compliment."

Ye Tianlong smiled: "It's an honor for me to get your approval."

Zhao Ditian sighed softly: "Tell me, how much time do I have?"

He didn't ask himself if he could be saved, but how much time he had, obviously knowing his condition.

Ye Tianlong hesitated for a moment, then calmly met Zhao Ditian's gaze:

"In the eyes of other doctors, you have at most three months to live..."