Chapter 943 How Long Can You Live?

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

"Wow!"

Ye Tianlong's complexion changed slightly, and his upright body arched subconsciously, like a sword coming out of its sheath, with sharp edges.

It turned out that when Zhao Ditian looked to Ye Tianlong, Ye Tianlong obviously felt a strange and majestic force pressing on him in the void.

That feeling is as if a Tathagata Buddha's five-finger mountain volleys in the sky, trying to press him mercilessly under the mountain.

So Ye Tianlong instinctively responded.

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

"cough--"

Following Zhao Ditian's cough, Ye Tianlong's bowed body lowered again, his face even more serious than before.

"Young man, very good."

Zhao Ditian suddenly took back all the pressure, and all the wrinkles turned into a smile: "At a young age, he has reached the upper eighth rank."

Zhan Qinglou was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect Ye Tianlong to have this martial arts background. He was a master of both medical and martial arts. Isn't this kid too good?

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

"You are humble... My old bone, now it's difficult to walk, hang someone? It's almost the same as being hanged."

Zhao Ditian didn't have any arrogance, and he was very rough and frank in his words, which instantly made Ye Tianlong feel a little more favorable, and then he heard the old man ask:

"You have the Sun Medal? You look a bit young."

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

"Spelled wine, eaten hot pot."

Ye Tianlong dangled: "I have played mahjong."

Zhan Qinglou's eyelids twitched, and there was a touch of worry in his eyes, for fear that Ye Tianlong's open mouth would make the old man angry, and it would be troublesome to drive him away and die.

Who knows, Zhao Ditian is not only not angry, but also laughed: "Interesting."

Ye Tianlong said again: "It's good to be young. Only when you are young can you have vigor and will not stick to the rules."

"In this way, you will not be intimidated."

His gaze swept across the old man's hands, feet, cheeks, and neck quickly, and found that there were erythema in the bare areas, one by one, which made it itchy.

The old man's eyes became more curious: "What do you mean by words?"

"Somewhat."

While pursing his lips in Zhan Qinglou, Ye Tianlong stepped forward, leaped over the top of the old man's head, and swept the poinciana tree not far away:

"If the doctors and experts are not so conservative, Qin Lao is not too caring for you, at least the erythema will be resolved long ago."

Zhan Qinglou was slightly delighted: "Are you sure to cure Zhao Lao's erythema?"

The old man also smiled and asked kindly: "They tossed for a long time without effect, can you get rid of this nasty stuff?"

Ye Tianlong exhaled a long breath, walked to Zhao Ditian and picked up his hand, and looked at the erythema without hesitation.

When he grabbed the old man's wrist, Zhan Qinglou's fist instinctively tightened, and his body conditioned to rush forward, but he quickly stabilized.

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

Zhao Ditian did not respond, leaving Ye Tianlong to check, and Zhan Qinglou said in a low voice: "Doctor Ye, how about it? Can it be cured?"

Ye Tianlong didn't answer, just scratched the erythema with his fingertips.

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

At the same time, he was born with respect for Emperor Zhao.

He was very clear in his heart that this erythema was extremely itchy, even more itchy than itchy powder. It was impossible for ordinary people to hold it back, but the old man held it back abruptly.

Zhao Ditian not only held the itch, but also allowed himself to talk like ordinary people. Ye Tianlong was sincerely convinced by his determination.

This is an old man with amazing willpower.

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

Not seeing the shaking of his head like the other doctors, Zhan Brothel's heart trembled, and subconsciously asked: "Doctor Ye, what's the situation with Elder Zhao?"

The old man put his hand back in the rocking chair and smiled optimistically: "Broth, life and death, don't be too persistent, I'm all down to it, and you shouldn't be stubborn."

Zhan Qinglou shook his head: "I can't read it...Yuan Jia can't read it... and everyone else can't read it."

She looked at Ye Tianlong again, looking forward to a miracle: "Genius doctor, is there a way? Is there anything I need to do?"

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

Ye Tianlong has confidence on his face: "But erythema, there is no problem, it can be resolved within two hours at most."

Zhan Qinglou looked surprised: "Two hours? They have been tossing for a few days, and they have taken a lot of specialty medicines and imported medicines, but the results are not great."

Zhao Ditian also squinted his eyes, looking at Ye Tianlong's gaze a little more playful.

"As I said, they are less vigorous, either because they are afraid of taking responsibility, or they are too caring. Naturally, they will not be effective."

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

Zhan Qinglou was taken aback, then nodded: "Yes!"

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

Ye Tianlong smiled calmly: "Of course, I will keep the rest of the dough and bring it here together."

"Remember, this is related to Zhao Lao's condition, you must make good appointments."

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

For the health of the elderly, she is willing to do anything.

After the Zhan Qinglou figure disappeared, the old man in the rocking chair smiled and said, "Take her away, do you have anything to tell me?"

"Old Zhao has a great mind, but I didn't mean to dismiss her. I really need her to make a bun. You will know all my intentions later."

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

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

He caught the pulse of the old man with his fingers: "If she stays here, it will disturb the in-depth conversation between you and me."

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

"Thank you Mr. Zhao for the compliment."

Ye Tianlong smiled: "It is my honor to be affirmed by you."

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

He didn't ask if he was saved, but how much time he had. Obviously he knew his condition.

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

"In the eyes of other doctors, your life span is at most three months..."