Chapter 944: Injustice

Three months?

After hearing Ye Tianlong's words, Zhao Ditian's face was neither surprised nor sad. He was as calm as ever, showing his openness to life and death.

"You are very direct. No one has ever said this to me. They all said that I don't need to worry. The disease is under control and my health is improving."

Zhao Ditian's eyes fell on Ye Tianlong's face: "Your words are cruel and true, but I like them."

"With a three-month timetable, I can arrange my funeral arrangements calmly without having to die without warning and leaving a lot of regrets."

He reached out and picked up a cup of tea next to him: "And your diagnosis is equivalent to giving me a sentence, letting me put down my heart that has been hanging for many days."

"For a person on death row, the most fearful thing is not knowing when to die, but never knowing when to die."

Zhao Ditian slapped Ye Tianlong twice. There was no struggle or pain on his face. He still looked calm and calm: "Thank you."

"Mr. Zhao, I only said half of what I just said, and there is still half that I haven't finished yet."

Ye Tianlong smiled and said: "In the eyes of other doctors, you only have three months, but with me, you have at least five years to live."

"I can treat all the external and internal injuries on your body, it just takes a while."

There was a hint of confidence in his voice: "If you are willing to believe me unconditionally, I can definitely help you get through this difficulty."

"Can you keep me going for five years?"

Zhao Ditian paused with the tea cup in his hand, looked at Ye Tianlong and said with a smile: "You didn't mean to make me happy, did you? Did Yuan Jia or the brothel ask you to say that?"

Ye Tianlong shook his head: "No!"

"Okay, tell me, what is the real root cause of my fatal disease?"

The old man smiled warmly: "They have examined it for a long time, but there is no final conclusion. If you can tell me the root cause of the fatal disease, I will believe you."

Ye Tianlong didn't hesitate at all. He looked at the old man and told him calmly: "Mr. Zhao, there are two real causes of your fatal disease."

"It's not the visible external injuries on your body, nor the internal injuries they detected."

He made a judgment: "One is that you have chronic toxins in your body, and the other is that your body is overdrafted."

Zhao Dingtian narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It sounds like it's a bit moral, but can you be more specific?"

"Of course, you are a miracle doctor. If you don't have any strength, how can you cheat the world? No, how can you practice medicine?"

Ye Tianlong laughed heartily: "I can be more specific, but now is not the time. Let me remove your red spots first."

"Mr. Zhao, Tianlong, the buns and dough are here."

Almost as soon as Ye Tianlong finished speaking, Zhan Qinglou, Lu Yuanjia and Qin Tianhe appeared.

Lu Yuanjia was holding a basin with dough in it, and Zhan Qinglou was holding a steamer with ten warm cabbage buns on it.

Qin Tianhe had empty hands and his eyes were full of curiosity. There was no doubt that he was here to watch the fun: "Tianlong, why do you want buns?"

Lu Yuanjia also looked at Ye Tianlong curiously. He only dared to come here after receiving optimistic news.

"Doctor Ye, the buns and dough are here. I made them by myself. The quality is absolutely guaranteed."

There was a layer of crystal on Zhan Qinglou's forehead. It was obvious that she had put in a lot of effort. She looked at Ye Tianlong and asked eagerly: "What's the next step?"

Although the three of them were in different shapes, they all captured one thing in common, that is, Zhao Ditian was in a much better state, and he obviously had a good chat with Ye Tianlong.

Ye Tianlong smiled at Lu Yuanjia: "General, you have strong hands and can shape the dough into thirty balls."

Lu Yuanjia didn't talk nonsense. He put down the basin, washed his hands, and kneaded the sticky dough into balls one after another...

"Tianlong, what do you want dough for? What does Lao Zhao's illness have to do with this?"

Qin Tianhe was confused: "And this bun? Medicine, or physical therapy?"

Ye Tianlong asked Zhan Qinglou to put the steamer on the table, then washed his hands and lifted the white cloth, directly picked up a bun, put it into his mouth and took a bite:

"Steamed buns are, of course, for eating."

Ye Tianlong said with a hint of complaint: "I flew to the capital overnight, and then rushed here non-stop. I didn't have breakfast in the morning."

"You didn't even ask me if I was hungry. You just asked me to treat Mr. Zhao. I was too embarrassed to say that I was hungry, so I had to take advantage of my illness and make some steamed buns."

"It tastes good, the skin is thin and the meat is fresh. The brothel sister really put in the effort."

He also took one for Zhao Ditian: "Mr. Zhao, you can also take one to increase your physical strength."

Zhan Qinglou and Lu Yuanjia almost hit the wall together, damn! After working for so long, what's the big mystery? It turns out that this kid wants to have breakfast?

Qin Tianhe, who poured the tea himself, almost spit out the tea.

But Zhao Ditian didn't get angry at all. Instead, he laughed and took the bun happily: "Ye Tianlong, you are really a living treasure."

Then, he looked at Zhan Qinglou and the others and smiled: "Yuanjia, Qinglou, I understand that you are eager to save people, but you must also take care of the doctors."

"The doctors outside probably haven't eaten, right? Ask them to stop and go to the dining room to eat some food."

Zhan Qinglou responded respectfully: "Yes!" She took out her phone and quickly sent out the instructions.

Although he was a little depressed by Ye Tianlong, seeing Zhao Ditian so happy made Zhan Qinglou feel very happy.

Lu Yuanjia looked at the flour in the basin and asked, "What about these..."

"When Mr. Zhao eats this bun, you can use these dough balls to roll the red spots on Mr. Zhao's body."

Ye Tianlong took a bite of the bun and said, "Use one dough ball for each place and cannot reuse it."

Lu Yuanjia quickly kneaded the remaining flour into balls. A general with a fierce fighting spirit and passionate blood was now as docile and obedient as a sheep.

Five minutes later, Zhao Ditian finished eating the buns, drank half a cup of tea, and said with a calm smile: "Come on, let's see what the little miracle doctor can do."

Qin Tianhe touched his bald head and said, "Although I don't know his intentions, I still think he is reliable. Let me help him."

Qin Tianhe and Lu Yuanjia moved quickly, following Ye Tianlong's instructions, holding the dough balls and rolling them over the red spots...

Zhan Qinglou stood at the door and avoided it, looking somewhat excited. At this moment, a phone rang in her arms. She put on earplugs and whispered: "Hello!"

A soft voice came from my ear: "How is Mr. Zhao doing?"

Zhan Qinglou whispered: "He is being treated. It looks like there is hope."

The other end of the phone hesitated and asked, "Is he here?"

Zhan Qinglou did not hide anything: "It's him!"

Then she added: "Don't worry about family matters. I will take care of it. You can complete your task well."

The person on the other end of the phone hummed, and then hung up the phone. Zhan Qinglou sighed quietly:

"What an injustice."