Security guard of the female president's son-in-law

In the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Lao Zhong and Huang Wende personally received Lao Zhao's family.

Huang Wende, a middle-aged man, looked at Meng Dong talking about his uncle, which surprised the old Zhao family.

After reading it in the ward, Lao Zhong got up and said, "Lao Meng, let me tell you about your condition."

Lao Zhao wanted to get up and follow him, but Meng Dong persuaded him to go back, because from the expression on Lao Zhong's face, he knew that his condition was more serious than what they said.

The two stood at the corner of the corridor. Old Zhong sighed and said, "It's more serious than imagined. The cancer cells have spread all over the body!"

Meng Dong frowned, pondered for a while and said, "How long will it take to rescue with all your strength?"

"Three months!"

Three months is too short.

"Woooo..."

Hearing the sound of sobbing, Meng Dong poked his head around and saw that Zhao Yan'er followed, covering her mouth and crying.

Meng Dong rubbed her head and comforted her, "It's fine!"

As a result of this consolation, Zhao Yan'er threw herself on Meng Dong and burst into tears.

Old Zhong smiled knowingly, turned around and left.

After comforting her for a long time, Meng Dong took her back to the ward.

Old Zhao wiped away his tears, got up and said, "Xiao Meng, I have to take care of your sister-in-law here today, and I have to trouble you to send Yan'er to school."

"No problem, old Zhao, don't worry, Dean Zhong said that there is a great hope for a cure!"

Although Meng Dong said so, Lao Zhao still couldn't be happy, this is stomach cancer, how can it be so curable.

But still nodded and said: "I hope so, I will pay you back the medical expenses as soon as possible."

Speaking of the medical expenses, the registration fee has not been paid yet.

Lao Zhong basically doesn't pick up patients, unless other doctors can't solve it, so there is no such thing as registration.

For apprentice Huang Wende alone, the registration fee is [-], which Meng Dong can afford, but there is no money for other expenses.

Now I don't know who to borrow from, so I can only use my uncle's face.

Looking at Huang Wende in embarrassment, he said: "Well, Wende! You should write down all their treatment expenses first, and I will pay for it when the time comes, and you don't need to think about medication, just follow the best."

Huang Wende immediately stood up straight and said, "Good uncle, I will definitely take good care of your friend with all my strength."

In fact, the hospital spends some money every year for the treatment of needy people, but Huang Wende feels that a person with such great skills as Uncle Shi is not short of money.

If Meng Dong knew about it, he would probably have to sever ties with him.

But this money should be reserved for those in need, he is also a person who can make a lot of money.

As soon as she walked out of the ward, Zhao Yan'er couldn't help crying again, pulled Meng Dong's clothes and said, "Brother Meng, there is no need for you to lie to my parents! We can all accept it."

"It's not a lie! Chinese medicine is extensive and profound. In ancient times, it was said that the dead can be saved. What's wrong with stomach cancer? It can be cured if it is a disease."

This is not Meng Dong's deception, there are still three months to go, work hard, take good care of it and bring it back to Tibet, maybe at that time you will be able to spit out a lost prescription.

In the future, I can no longer follow fate like this. I have to find old Chen to get antiques with spiritual and evil spirits, and I have to find Li Fengya to get some rough emeralds.

Who told him to beg Gui Zang now?

Moreover, Mrs. Zhao was suddenly diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer, and her mother in the countryside was also seriously ill, and the disease was painful every day it dragged on.

So, to speed up the progress.

When Zhao Yan'er heard this, she forced a smile, but shook her head and said, "How many years has it been, and you still lied to me, my university majored in Chinese medicine, have you forgotten?"

Really forgot, this day flies too fast.

Seeing that she didn't believe it, she was afraid that Mrs. Zhao's illness would affect her life, so she took her to the dean's office.

Knocking on the door and entering, looking at Zhong Sijing who was looking for books in front of a row of bookshelves, he shouted: "Old Zhong, I see you scare this girl, tell her, is there any hope of healing."

At this time, Zhao Yan'er bowed respectfully and said: "Vice President Zhong!"

Meng Dong patted her on the shoulder and said, "Dean, remove the adverb."

Old Zhong turned his head, looked at the two, and said with a smile: "She is called the vice president, right, a student of the Linchuan University School of Medicine, right? I have a little impression, this year's provincial champion of liberal arts!"

Meng Dong was taken aback for a moment. Old Zhao was really low-key. With such a talent in his family, he didn't even advertise the wine.

Lao Zhong looked at Meng Dong, and said before that there was no hope, but he must have asked this question not just to save them.

Thinking of the previous acupuncture method, perhaps Meng Dong can find a corresponding method.

He doesn't want to be exposed?
He said with a smile: ""Lingshu Jue Disease" says that stomach pain is also called stomach pain, so it is also said that stomach pain and heart pain are common. The old people have this disease in nine out of ten. Naturally there is a cure, but many ancient books have been lost and it will take time Look for it, don't worry about it."

Hearing this, Zhao Yan'er fell to her knees with a "Plop!", immediately kowtowed and said, "Please, Vice President!"

"What is this for, get up, get up!"

Seeing such a big gift suddenly, Lao Zhong immediately put down his book to help her up, but Meng Dong helped her up first.

"I didn't expect you, Lao Zhong, to be so capable, and to be the vice president of a university!"

Old Zhong's face turned dark immediately, and he was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, what happened to the vice president?I would say that Linchuan's medical skills are second, and no one dares to say that they are the first.

Even if it is the whole country, they are all top-notch. Anyone who studies Chinese medicine will have to shout out the respected seniors when they see them.

If it weren't for his many things, Linchuan University would still want him to be the dean.

At this moment, Meng Dong changed his voice: "Look at the one who knocked this child's knee, even the vice president wouldn't perform such a grand ceremony!"

Listening to Meng Dong's eccentric voice, he brought all the teacups from the desk in his hands at some point, and Zhong Sijing, who is mature and sophisticated, immediately understood.

He stroked his beard and smiled, "It's really not good. Since you've kowtowed your head, and offer you some tea, let's treat it as an apprenticeship!"

Meng Dong immediately stuffed the teacup into her hand, facing the sudden master, Zhao Yan'er felt a bit Meng Dong.

Traditional Chinese medicine is passed down from generation to generation, and many things are left out of the textbooks when the master guides the disciples.

What's more, in this era of rampant western medicine, western medicine is gradually declining, but Linchuan Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital not only defeated western medicine, but also became famous all over the country.

It depends on Zhong Sijing, who claims to be a master of Chinese medicine, sitting in charge.

Don't blame him, the former doctor Wang Yong was proud of having the opportunity to worship under the old bell.

Seeing that she was still not moving, Meng Dong pushed her over, and Lao Zhong also took it from him consciously and drank it.

Leaving aside Zhao Yaner's qualifications, the relationship with Meng Dong alone is worth it.

Not for anything else, just for those ancient medical books in Meng Dong's hands.

Old Zhong thought to himself, in order to revive traditional Chinese medicine, not to mention accepting an apprentice, even prostitution is fine.

Zhao Yan'er looked at the tears in the corner of his eyes, and was very moved: "Master, I will definitely study hard from you, and I will definitely live up to your high expectations!"