402: C402 I Sent Him to Hell

C402 I Sent Him to Hell

"This disease is useless only by massage. It's like playing with ice in the fridge. Even if it was melted, it still left the ice in the fridge. " Massage only makes you feel comfortable when the ice is melted. If you really want to cure it, you must take out the ice! "

Ye Mo's hand, which had been pressing Fan Dawei's neck, stopped at a spot on his neck. He then reached for his neck collar and pulled off the golden plum blossom pendant that he had not used for a long time.

Then, under the shocked expression of the young policeman, Ye Mo grabbed the golden plum blossom and pulled out a nine inch long golden needle as if he was performing a magic trick. With a shake of his wrist, the originally soft golden needle suddenly stood up.

"Don't move, just once."

Ye Mo reached out his hand to grab the needle of the golden needle. Then, with a force in his hand, the golden needle directly hit Fan Dawei's back neck.

"Ah!!!"

The young policeman was shocked. From his perspective, it seemed that the other party had hit Inspector Fan's neck with a thin and long thing!

"Stop! What are you doing?!"

The young policeman panicked. He quickly threw away the notebook in his hand and left his seat. He stood up and wanted to stop Ye Mo and save his director.

"Ah..."

However, before the young policeman could go over, Inspector Fan, whose neck had been stabbed, suddenly opened his mouth. It was very comfortable. He let out a moan.

"It's so comfortable..."

Ye Mo could not help but feel a few black lines appear on his face. It was "again. His current posture was also a bit ridiculous. If someone finds out about this, It's really hard to explain.

In order to prevent any accidents from happening, Ye Mo did not delay any further. His right hand, which was holding the end of the silver needle, rotated gently and poked the golden needle down a few more times.

This time, Fan Dawei did not feel comfortable. He felt as if his neck had been chopped off and thrown into the freezer. It was cold from inside out.

Ye Mo frowned slightly. He was afraid that Fan Dawei would not be able to hold on any longer. He followed the golden needle and sent a wisp of life force. Only then did the other party's ugly expression turn better.

Not long after the life energy was injected into Fan Dawei's body, a thin and dense layer of water appeared on Fan Dawei's neck, as if he had just steamed a sauna. His entire neck became wet.

Ye Mo smiled faintly when he saw this layer of sweat. He slowly pulled out the golden needle and returned it to the pendant.

"Get up. Recently, I've been controlling my diet to prevent relapse. I'm fine now."

After bringing the golden plum blossom back to his neck, Ye Mo said.

"This... this is good?"

Fan Dawei pushed the table with both hands and stood up. He asked doubtfully.

He thought that treating this disease was a very complicated and complicated thing. He thought that he had to maintain this awkward position for a while. He did not expect that the other party would only move a little after the needle had been injected into the patient's body. Then, the patient would recover!

"Eh?!"

Fan Dawei moved his neck a little, but he found that the faintly discernible numbing pain had disappeared. He stretched out his hand and touched his neck. His hand was wet and cold. It did not seem like sweat had no temperature at all, but more like cold water. Could it be... Could it be that the moisture had been removed just like that?!

The young policeman next to him was also interested when he saw Director Fan's expression. He asked Ye Mo excitedly.

"Um... Um, can you give me a number too? Let's see what's wrong with me!"

Ye Mo looked up at the young policeman who was talking to him. He narrowed his eyes and observed the young policeman's complexion.

"Do you often lose your hair?" Ye Mo asked. "Every time you do, you lose a lot of your hair. " Do you still have the habit of sweating in the middle of the night? "

When the young policeman heard Ye Mo's words, his expression immediately changed to that of Inspector Fan. He nodded his head like a pile driver and asked expectantly.

"You are right. Can this be cured?"0

"Yes," said Wang Yao. "Give me a pen and paper. I will give you a prescription. You can take the decoction yourself. You can recover after taking a few decoctions," said Wang Yao.

"Thank you! Thank you! I'll bring you a pen and paper now!"

The young policeman's face turned red with excitement. The problem of losing his hair was unbearable for his mother. He was still young and did not want to be bald so early. He wanted to have a hair that looked like Deputy Director Zhao's.

Fan Dawei was almost certain now. He had indeed brought a big thunder back. This kid must be an expert!

His illness, which had not been noticed by many doctors, was not only recognized at first glance, but also cured with a needle. If he hadn't experienced it himself, He wouldn't have believed it at all. There was no such thing as writing novels. This treatment method was miraculous!

This kind of person who had such a high level of medical skills... If he didn't treat the leader, then who else could he treat?

"For you! Paper and pen!"

The young policeman could not find pen and paper in such a short time, so he handed over the interrogation notebook.

Fan Dawei knew that he was in big trouble. While he was frantically thinking of a solution, he saw the young policeman who was trying to please him and was instantly enraged. He immediately shouted.

"What are you doing?! Is this a place for you to see a doctor?!"

The young lady reprimanded him. Her face immediately turned red. Only then did she realize that she was not in the clinic, and she had almost forgotten that she was in the interrogation room.

"Inspector, this, I..."

"You what, you don't know the rules! You're asking for help just like that? An expert from the Health Department is treating you, and he doesn't know how to get you a cup of tea!"

"Ah... Ah! I'll go right now!!"

The little policeman immediately turned his worries into happiness. He quickly turned around and ran out.

After the young policeman left, only Fan Dawei and Ye Mo were left in the interrogation room. Fan Dawei immediately put on a bright smile and patted Ye Mo's shoulder, pretending to be familiar with him.

"Oh, expert Ye! The person who called to report the case is really blind. How can you be a fake? Isn't this just a joke?! "This interrogation room is dark and dark. Why don't you come to my office and have a seat?"

After confirming Ye Mo's identity, there was only one thought left in Fan Dawei's mind, and that was to throw this big thunderbolt out.

No matter what, he couldn't stay in the interrogation room!

However, ideals were beautiful, but reality was very bone chilling. Ye Mo sat in the chair in the interrogation room and waved his hand with a pleased look on his face.

"I think I should continue to be honest. Just based on the fact that I know how to treat patients, I can confirm whether I'm an expert or not. It's too arbitrary. If it gets out, it will damage your identity and image, Inspector Fan. If you have anything to ask, just ask directly. I will absolutely cooperate with you."

Fan Dawei's heart immediately sank to the bottom and became cold.

This was really the old saying. It was easy to invite a god, but it was difficult to send a god away!

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