Lin Qingqing felt it was incredibly bizarre.
She couldn't understand how Chen Feng knew what poison Yu Jinhua was afflicted with.
One must know, the time Yu Jinhua was poisoned could be traced back more than thirty years, when Hong Kong was still a colony of John.
In that era, the entire Hong Kong was rampant with gangs and violence.
When Yu Jinhua was young, he frequented casinos and dealt with underworld figures all day long, so it was inevitable that he would have enemies.
He was poisoned, but he didn't die.
In that era, poisons used were rarely modern chemical synthetic toxins; they were basically all natural toxins.
The chances of natural toxins being curable were much higher.
Therefore, Yu Jinhua was rescued and his life was saved.
However, limited by the constraints of the era, medical means were also insufficient. Although Yu Jinhua's poison was cured at the time, the toxins were not completely cleared.
He was left with a chronic illness.
That toxin had been bothering him for the next thirty-plus years.
By the time there were finally means abroad to thoroughly clear the toxins from his body, he was already critically ill, only able to sustain his life with some life-sustaining contraptions.
Lin Qingqing stared blankly at Chen Feng, unable to comprehend what kind of person he truly was.
He even took a pulse?
He could even accurately state the poison Yu Jinhua was afflicted with.
It was too absurd.
Just as Lin Qingqing was in a daze, Yu Jinhua, on the bed, suddenly started speaking, babbling incessantly.
The two quickly turned to look.
This sight made Lin Qingqing scream in fright.
On the sickbed.
Yu Jinhua's face was flushed, his eyes glazed over, staring fixedly at the ceiling.
His lips had completely lost their color.
They had turned a ghastly greenish-pale.
He spoke incoherently, but his voice was not soft.
Lin Qingqing couldn't understand what he was saying, and coupled with Yu Jinhua's terrifying appearance at the moment, she immediately turned and rushed out, shouting loudly: "Doctor, doctor, nurse, hurry!"
Soon, the doctor and nurses rushed in.
Chen Feng slowly retreated.
There was a commotion in the ward.
They were prying open his eyelids and slapping his face to call him.
It was useless.
Yu Jinhua was like he was possessed, constantly mumbling something unintelligible.
The doctor was at a loss.
After exchanging glances, one of them, who looked like the attending doctor, called Lin Qingqing aside and sighed helplessly: "It's no use, it's already a final burst of energy."
"Ah? Doctor, please think of something else, please think of something else!"
Lin Qingqing was truly anxious.
The doctor had truly done his best, and could only shake his head helplessly: "I'm sorry, we've really done our best. He is now on his deathbed; people usually only start speaking during a final burst of energy. Perhaps he wants to say some last words, you should go listen carefully."
Lin Qingqing: "..."
At this moment, Chen Feng, who was standing by the side, suddenly said, "Doctor, are you sure he's trying to say his last words?"
The doctor was startled.
Only then did he notice there was a stranger in the ward, and he couldn't help but frown and ask, "Who are you? Why are you still in the ward?"
"I'm his boss."
Chen Feng casually replied, then slowly walked to the bedside.
The doctor looked bewildered.
"Boss?"
One must know, Yu Jinhua is the chairman of Hongren Entertainment World.
He is the boss, he is at the very top, so how did you become his boss?
Chen Feng ignored the doctor's confusion, and casually pointed to Yu Jinhua's mouth: "Doctor, are you sure he's saying his last words?"
"What else could it be?"
The doctor's face was very dark.
But Chen Feng said indifferently, "Is Yu Jinhua from northern Shaanxi?"
"What?"
The doctor was stunned.
Chen Feng casually explained: "You're from Hong Kong and haven't been to northern Shaanxi, so you probably haven't heard the Shaanxi dialect. But Yu Jinhua is speaking the Shaanxi dialect now."
Doctor: "..."
Lin Qingqing: "..."
Shaanxi dialect?
What kind of joke is this?
Chen Feng glanced at Lin Qingqing: "Does Yu Jinhua speak the Shaanxi dialect?"
"No."
Lin Qingqing shook her head decisively: "My godfather has never been to northern Shaanxi in his life, how could he speak the Shaanxi dialect? He absolutely doesn't."
"But now, he is indeed speaking the Shaanxi dialect."
Chen Feng looked at Yu Jinhua again, reached out and touched his cold and slightly stiff arm, gently pressing on his pulse.
The doctor's eyes widened instantly.
Taking a pulse?
This young man is taking a pulse?
Does he know Chinese medicine?
At this moment, Chen Feng suddenly turned his head to Lin Qingqing: "Go get me a set of acupuncture needles."
"Ah?"
"Hurry."
Chen Feng's deep shout made Lin Qingqing shiver and she turned and ran out.
The doctor felt it was incredibly bizarre and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
"Taking a pulse."
"You... are you a medical student?"
"I know a little."
"You know a little... you're going to acupuncture him?"
Chen Feng looked at the doctor while taking the pulse: "When a person is about to die, they can sometimes be invaded by external evil. You can treat his condition as a type of epilepsy, or a type of schizophrenia. If it's hard to understand why he's speaking the Shaanxi dialect, just assume he's possessed by a ghost."
Doctor: "..."
He should call security.
Before the doctor could decide, Chen Feng asked again: "Does your hospital have a Chinese medicine pharmacy?"
"Yes."
The doctor replied subconsciously.
"Good."
Chen Feng nodded, then released Yu Jinhua's wrist, walked to the doctor, and held out his hand: "Lend me your pen and paper."
The doctor blinked.
The nurses next to him exchanged glances.
If they hadn't seen Lin Qingqing being so respectful to Chen Feng earlier, they probably would have called security already.
Now?
The doctor, as if by some strange impulse, handed over the pen and notebook he was holding.
"Thank you."
Chen Feng took the pen and quickly wrote down several lines of Chinese medicine on the notebook, words like 'Calculus Bovis', 'Bubali Cornu', 'Moschus Artifactus', 'Margarita', 'Cinnabaris', 'Realgar', 'Gardeniae Fructus', 'Coptidis Rhizoma', 'Scutellariae Radix', etc.
Then he wrote another line: Fresh Pteris multifida (alongside well opening grass) 120g, 60 pond snails, 10 fresh tender leaves of Sapium sebiferum.
After writing these, he casually put the paper aside.
Not long after, Lin Qingqing ran back, panting.
She was indeed holding an acupuncture kit.
As soon as she entered, she went straight to Chen Feng: "Chairman, here you go."
Upon hearing her call Chen Feng 'Chairman', the doctor and nurses were stunned.
He's really the chairman?
He's really Yu Jinhua's boss?
Who exactly is the chairman?
Chen Feng took the acupuncture kit, then casually handed the paper with the Chinese medicine written on it to Lin Qingqing: "Go fill the prescription. After you get them, decoct them directly in the pharmacy, and be quick."
Lin Qingqing: "..."
Oh my goodness!
He really understands Chinese medicine?
Lin Qingqing suddenly felt a sense of anticipation and immediately picked up the white paper and ran out again.
Meanwhile, Chen Feng came to Yu Jinhua's side.
At this moment, he was already speaking breathlessly, but he kept talking, babbling incessantly with a strong Shaanxi accent.
Moreover, a foul odor began to emanate from his mouth.
Chen Feng quickly spread out the acupuncture kit, casually drew out three needles, and pinched them tightly with two fingers.
At this moment, the doctor couldn't stand it anymore and quickly asked, "Are you sure you want to acupuncture him? In his condition, you might just prick him to death."
"For diseases caused by all evil, there are thirteen acupoints for acupuncture. For all acupuncture, one must first begin with Gui Gong, then needle Gui Xin, then proceed to Gui Lei, and then to Gui Xin. It is not necessary to needle all of them; five or six acupoints will suffice."
Chen Feng, embodying the Old Chinese Medicine Practitioner mode, exuded the demeanor of an Old Chinese Medicine Practitioner in every gesture.
After a simple explanation, he flicked a needle in his hand.
Whoosh!
One needle went straight into Gui Gong.
Gui Gong is Ren Zhong.
Then the second needle, Gui Xin.
Gui Xin is Shao Shang.
Then the third needle, Gui Lei.
Gui Lei is Yin Bai.
With these three needles, Yu Jinhua's body suddenly relaxed, he closed his eyes directly, and stopped his incessant babbling, becoming completely quiet.
The doctor and all the nurses in the ward were stunned.
