Yang Bo smiled and nodded, "I know a little bit, Uncle Wang, let me help you take a look!"

Although Wang Shangkun was skeptical, seeing Yang Bo's good intentions, he could only smile and nod in agreement.

Yang Bo stepped forward and felt Wang Shangkun's pulse.

In fact, Yang Bo could tell Wang Shangkun's condition just by looking with his eyes, but he knew very well that if this was really the case, it would be too shocking. He didn't want to appear like this. Fortunately, he had some understanding of Chinese medicine.

It's not like he can't even feel his pulse.

While Yang Bo was taking his pulse, a flash of light flashed before his eyes. Wang Shangkun's atrium was clearly displayed in front of his eyes. Blood flow mainly depends on the beating of the heart to form pressure and conduct blood.

Yang Bo could clearly see that there was a dark shadow in Wang Shangkun's left atrium. Looking carefully, Yang Bo discovered that it was a tumor.

After reading it, Yang Bo gently closed his eyes and pretended to think. He looked up and said, "The heartbeat is gentle and strong, but sometimes there are flow defects intermittently."

"If my prediction is correct, there should be a problem with the atrium, and it is the left atrium. There is a tumor on the left atrium!"

Wang Shangkun stared at Yang Bo with a slight shock on his face. He couldn't help but turn around and look at Wang Rui.

Wang Rui seemed to understand what his father meant instantly. He waved his hand and said, "I didn't tell him before coming."

Wang Shangkun then turned to look at Yang Bo, "I really envy your father for having such an outstanding son. I won't call you Yibo anymore. I'll call you Xiaobo from now on. Xiaobo, do you have a solution?"

Yang Bo nodded, "I have medicinal wine here. You can drink it for two days, and then I will come over and give you a massage. This process will take at least seven days. I just don't know if Uncle Wang has that much time?"

Wang Shangkun hesitated for a moment, then responded and said with a smile: "The plan the doctor here gave me is to have surgery, but according to them, the success rate of the surgery is less than 50%, because the tumor is malignant, even if it is

Even if it is removed, there may still be residue!”

"Your plan is much simpler than theirs! At least it doesn't require surgery, which saves me a lot of trouble!"

Yang Bo nodded. He knew very well that the reason why Wang Shangkun was unwilling to operate was probably not because of the success rate of the operation, but because of the operation itself. A heart operation might only take a few hours, but recovery would take a long time.

.

Wang Shangkun now occupies an important position and is responsible for the livelihood of tens of millions of people in a province. It is impossible for him to leave his job for too long, even if it is only for a month. If he wants to have an operation, the only way is to resign.

, for Wang Shangkun, this is literally costing him half his life!

Yang Bo has always been free and easy in doing things. He does not want to be restrained, and of course he will not pursue an official career, because for him, it is a fetter. But for Wang Shangkun, this is his life and his pursuit, so let him give up his official career.

, that is fatal!

Yang Bo took out a small bottle from his arms. The bottle was only ten centimeters tall and shaped like a small vase. It looked inconspicuous.

Wang Rui thought this was medicinal wine, so he walked over and stretched out his hand to take it.

Yang Bo waved his hand, and he sent out a lot of medicinal wine, but at that time, the medicinal effect of Hai Lingqing had not been fully exerted, so it didn't matter if he drank it directly, but now that time has passed, the efficacy of Hai Lingqing has been fully exerted,

To drink directly is to seek death.

"Wang Rui, go get a pot of tea." Yang Bo said.

Wang Rui was stunned for a moment, "Making tea? What kind of tea?"

Yang Bo said: "Green tea will do."

Wang Rui looked confused, but he turned around and went out.

Wang Shangkun was also puzzled, but he didn't say much. Instead, he asked Yang Bo about Mr. Cui's physical condition. No matter whether Yang Bo could cure his illness or not, he must remember this favor!

Soon, Wang Rui came back, carrying a pot of boiled water. There was a tea set in the room. He took out the tea leaves from the cabinet and started brewing them.

A pot of Longjing was delivered to Yang Bo. Yang Bo nodded. He took off the lid of the medicine bottle in his hand, and the room was suddenly filled with a strong aroma of wine.

Wang Shangkun smelled the aroma of wine and couldn't help but perked up. He looked at Yang Bo, full of surprise. He was also a person who tested alcohol. He had drunk thousands of kinds of wine, but he had never seen this kind of wine. It was just a small

One bottle can actually emit such a rich aroma of wine!

Yang Bo tilted the medicinal wine bottle, poured a drop into the tea kettle, and then capped the wine bottle.

As Yang Bo put the cap on the wine bottle, the aroma of wine in the room seemed to fade a bit, but when the wine poured into the teapot, the teapot seemed to be boiling. A stream of hot air came out of the spout, and the aroma of tea immediately spread throughout the room!

For a moment, the aroma of tea and wine filled the room together.

Seeing this situation, Wang Shangkun looked at Yang Bo with surprise. He really didn't expect that there would be such a thaumaturgy. How on earth was this medicinal wine brewed? How could it be like this?

Wang Rui's face was full of shock. He originally planned to bring Yang Bo over to see his father's condition and had no expectations at all for the medical skills he mentioned. But seeing this situation, he suddenly regained hope. Maybe Yang Bo was really

Can cure his father's disease!

Yue Junyao has a plain face, as if she has long been accustomed to it.

Yang Bo pointed to the teapot and said, "Uncle, just drink this pot of tea today."

Wang Shangkun laughed, "If the tea is all so fragrant, I would be happy even if I drank ten pots a day!"

Yang Bo was about to speak when the door suddenly opened. He turned around and saw the doctor and nurse walking in. The doctor came to check the room.

However, as soon as the doctor took a few steps, he couldn't help but pause. He frowned and looked at Wang Shangkun, with some dissatisfaction on his face, but he said politely: "Governor Wang, your condition is serious and you cannot drink.

"

Wang Shangkun smiled and said, "Just a drop of medicinal wine, pour it into the tea kettle to relieve the hangover addiction."

The doctor was stunned. He stared at Wang Shangkun and said, "Governor Wang, although I don't drink alcohol, don't lie to me. A drop of alcohol can have such a strong taste?"

After saying that, the doctor turned to Wang Rui and said, "Mr. Wang, you brought drinks here. This is not to save your father, but to harm him. Do you understand?"

Wang Rui's face was full of embarrassment. He did not expect that the doctor would suddenly point the finger at him. However, now that the matter has come to this, it is only him who is most suitable to take the blame!

"Doctor, I'm sorry, I promise I won't bring wine here next time, so don't worry!" Wang Rui said quickly.

The doctor took one look, said nothing more, and began to examine Wang Shangkun.
Chapter completed!