"It's just one truth." Left 7 looked like "You have poor qualifications": "If you release your skills and enter the high-dimensional channel, how can you control where it goes? Taking the removal of the disease as an example, we put it on the patient. Whether it is to solve athlete's foot or liver tumors, this is random!"

Zheng Yi turned sideways, leaned against the armrest and smiled.

"Why are you laughing at!" a sequence 8 called.

"I can't help it." Zheng Yi leaned against the handrail: "What about your treatment? Can't you control it?"

"Of course, this is axiom." Left 7 failed to get the worship of this rural doctor as he wished, but was ridiculed and couldn't help but be annoyed.

"If you release a treatment, you are not sure whether it will repair skin cracks or fractures. Is that true?"

"There is a high probability that the treatment surgery will repair larger wounds. I have written a paper to prove this." A certain Sequence 8 proclaimed itself.

Zheng Yi didn't want to pay attention to him at all. Like the medical case of yesterday's fracture, if the treatment was inexplicably repaired the fibula, wouldn't he be in trouble?

"Nonsense." Zheng Yi rolled his eyes to everyone: "Is anesthesia also random?"

"The range of anesthesia is determined by the area of ​​the contact point, and you really don't know anything." Sequence 8 came up one after another and laughed: "Don't you see medical papers outside? Hey, by the way, have you read "Inspiration"?"

——Have you seen "The Lancet"?

Zheng Yi took a deep breath:

"You can't do this. Skills must be controlled, otherwise why should we be called 'doctors'? Just throwing skills out, where is the technical content? Wouldn't it be more brainless than a warrior?"

"Please pay attention to your manners." Sequence 7 on the right said in a deep voice.

As for that Sequence 6, I no longer want to talk to the little doctor in front of me.

When the tuxedo manager came over, the roundtable was in awkward silence.

The tuxedo glanced at Sequence 6 and said directly to Zheng Yi:

"Sir, Mr. Executive wants to know if his treatment team can facilitate you."

Sequence 6 stood up and said:

"Mr. Xiao, I have reason to suspect that the therapist in front of me is a liar. If his treatment is effective, it must be because of luck."

"Doctor Tang," the tuxedo manager smiled, "If the treatment works, it is Mr. Execution's luck."

Sequence 6 choke.

From the patient's perspective, assuming that the treatment depends entirely on luck, then the efficacy of the treatment means good luck, and the lack of the treatment means bad luck. Mr. Execution's luck is so bad that he has created a large group of extraordinary people, but it has not been effective yet.

"I originally wanted to join the treatment team and make some attempts to speed up the executive's healing." Zheng Yi said calmly: "But... if they are not willing to cooperate, I don't care."

Zheng Yi really doesn't matter. If the treatment team can help, he will be very happy to relieve the pain of the patient as soon as possible. If the treatment team can't help, he can get ten pieces of 8 every day, which is also very satisfied.

Realizing that he accidentally missed the truth, Zheng Yi asked for a comment:

"Anyway, Mr. Executive can recover within two weeks."

The tuxedo manager smiled sincerely:

"So, I want to know who is unwilling to cooperate with Mr. Doctor."

"I can't work for this wild therapist who knows nothing!" a grumpy Sequence 8 shouted.

Without waiting for others to agree, Zheng Yi had already sneered: "Yes, yes, your arrogance is far more important than the health of the patient."

No one dared to wear this hat on his head.

The truth is a big truth, but in terms of the patient's identity - the person in power on the surface of the Western Regions, who dares to say that his face is more important?

The supervisor said: "I believe in the professional ethics of doctors."

Sequence 6 had to show the leader's demeanor and responsibility, and said coldly:

"You can choose the person you like."

"It doesn't matter, just be able to perform [repel disease]." Zheng Yi stood up and said, "Master, when will it be easier to start treatment?"

"You shall prevail." Manager Xiao gave Zheng Yi another face. As a patient with advanced liver cancer, what else is more important than receiving treatment?

Zheng Yi ignored the others and turned around and walked into the building.

In the master bedroom on the fifth floor, Mr. Execution's complexion was rare. He had been chatting with Du Bin for half an hour without any fatigue. Usually, he would feel dizzy and drowsy if he had to say ten minutes to others.

Seeing the bedroom door open, the young Zheng Yi walked in and the executive officer gave a smile.

"I slept well last night and haven't had such a good time in a long time." said the old man.

The Sequence 6, who followed Zheng Yi, looked very bad, and had never been so bad.

"And there is no headache." The old man added.

Zheng Yi walked to the bedside: "This is normal. If conditions permit, it can be faster to remove the tumor if the craniotomy is opened."

The atmosphere on site was almost frozen.

Zheng Yi didn't feel that he was saying something wrong, and continued:

"Mr. Executive, there will be some changes in the treatment method today."

Sequence 6 said coldly: "You should try it first with volunteers."

"I believe you, doctor, everything is subject to your arrangements for treatment." The old executive ignored his treatment team leader.

Zheng Yi's gaze swept across the five-digit sequence 8. In the spiritual vision, the white spirit of the man in the middle was even more plump. So he pointed to the extraordinary person wearing glasses and slightly fat in the middle:

"You come here and cast [repel disease] for Mr. Executor."

The selected micro-fat sequence 8 first saluted the executive, then walked to the right position, poked out his hand, and said, "I'm starting." A glimmer of light appeared in his palm and soon covered the old man.

This is a standard treatment method, and there are only a few doctors like Zheng Yi who like to contact patients.

Zheng Yi put his hand on the top of the old executive's skull, so that he would feel closer to the lesion. At the moment of calm mind, he captured the skill of the slightly fat 8. From the perspective of energy sensing, it is very similar to his [Exorcist disease].

But Zheng Yi’s own [Exorcist Disease] is like a ever-changing weapon. When it is needed to break the nerves, it is a flamethrower; when it is needed to cut the tendon chord, it is a hijab. And this slightly fat 8’s [Exorcist Disease]—

——It's a bad guy.

Zheng Yi lamented in his heart.

"You can stop." Zheng Yi sighed and said, "That's right, whether your skills are effective depends on luck."

The old executive didn't mind Zheng Yi's attitude. The universal value of the shelter is pragmatism. He never minds attitude. He asked bluntly:
Chapter completed!