Siheyuan: The miracle doctor signs in, cuts off Hu Qinhuairu

Chen Qinghe spoke eloquently.

Song Xian didn't pay attention to it, and he didn't know whether it was the front position or not.

After all, he doesn't care at all.

As for where to sit?The ultimate goal is only one, which is to treat people.

Besides, to put it bluntly, or to speculate with the most malicious thoughts, is that position really his?

What if some 'expert' didn't come and happened to be free?
None of this is impossible, but very possible.

After all, this guy in front of him is really annoying.

This point makes Song Xian a little curious, this person is really powerful.

Especially after hearing what he said, Song Xian believed even more that this person was not simple.

Does he know himself?
Or did you investigate yourself?
After all, in Forty-Nine City, there are very few people who know themselves, but it's a little unaccustomed to be so little.

It seems that there are still many people in the outside world who are paying attention to themselves.

Chen Qinghe seemed to have seen through Song Xian's thoughts, and said directly: "Song Xian, you still don't know how famous you are in the outside world, and many people want to see your true face. It's a pity that every time I go to you Over there in the infirmary, your two apprentices both beat around the bush and refused, so it must be your instruction, right?"

He paused, and continued: "To be honest, among us, 50.00% of the people, even your apprentice Zhao Jianguo is not as good as you, let alone compared with you."

When this guy said this, his voice was deliberately raised.

Song Xian made a silent gesture and said, "Can't you keep your voice down?"

Chen Qinghe said with a wicked smile: "Even in front of these people, I would say the same, because their medical skills are indeed poor, and someone like me can sit in the second place. Well, to be honest , It’s not that I’m arrogant. Have you seen the old man sitting at the front? His name is Huang Zhenhua, and he is a top-notch existence in our industry. Hehe, in fact, his mother’s old eyes are dim, and I can’t see clearly How can you treat others?"

This guy speaks without any empathy.

I don't care about the traditional concept of respecting the old and loving the young, but I am very excited about it.

It's just that the voice is still very low.

It's like a child who speaks ill of people behind their backs.

And right now.

The person sitting at the top had a pale face, looking at the people present, there are more than ten people here.

Everyone is here.

This old man is not tall, but his speech is cadenced, although his breath is not enough, but his momentum is definitely still there
You can tell that you are sick.

When facing these people, he still faced them calmly.

Just sitting there exudes the aura of a superior person, the kind of temperament that comes from the bones, as if after countless years of baptism, the baptism of war, the edges and corners of the surface have been polished, but the deep inside A kind of momentum is buried.

Secretary Jiang wanted to say something, but was blocked by a slightly older man raising his hand.

He backed away.

The old man said in a slow tone: "Everyone, please come. I just want everyone to come and show me. Don't worry, I pay for the doctor's treatment myself. The reason for wanting everyone to come together is simple, that is, I don't want to waste too much public time. After all, I'm busy."

Everyone here fell into silence at the moment.

The old man continued: "What I can tell you is that I have consulted many doctors for my disease, but they are of no avail!"

The people sitting below all looked at each other in blank dismay.

In front of this person, everyone actually has a bottom line in their hearts.

There is no shortage of good doctors around me, even doctors from abroad, but they all return in vain.

Each of them will inevitably whisper in their hearts.

A doctor who was close to Song Xian stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Mr., can you let me take a look."

The old man nodded.

This man just felt his pulse and then shook his head for a while.

"Old sir, forgive me for my lack of knowledge, let me take my leave first!"

While talking and walking, he frowned slightly.

It seems to be thinking, doubts are in the brows, tightly wrinkled.

Just now.

Someone came up one by one to feel the old man's pulse.

But everyone has a different expression on their faces, with doubts, puzzlement, and sadness.

At the end of the day.

Helpless.

Song Xian was also a little surprised to see these people leaving the scene with sad faces. What kind of disease does this old man have?These people are really helpless, at least they should have an explanation, are they all gone?

Is this still a consultation?
As time goes by, there are not many left, that is, the person in the front and the two people behind.

The first few are naturally the same characters as Taishan Beidou in the medical field,

One of the old men, about 60 years old, stepped forward, stroked his beard and said, "Mr. Deng, you are offended!"

Mr. Deng nodded and said with a smile: "Mr. Liu, I am really sorry to bother you. At such an advanced age, I have to trouble you to make a trip in person. I am really sorry."

The doctor surnamed Liu hurriedly replied: "Mr. Deng has a lot of things to do every day, you are the one who works hard!"

The two exchanged pleasantries.

Doctor Liu blew his pulse and frowned. After a long time, he still shook his head.

He sighed and said, "It's all my fault for not being good at learning!"

Mr. Deng reassured: "It's okay, this disease, I found many people, but they didn't understand it, I can accept it, even those foreigners may not understand it, it's just that my situation is very special..."

Ben was sick.

But it is comforting the mood of seeing patients, which is indeed unprecedented.

Doctor Liu left with a look of despair on his face.

Glancing at the others, he left lonely.

Followed by.

Just a few others.

But he still shook his head, with a slumped face, a lonely back, and left lonely.

Can only look forward to sigh.

Nothing can be done.

The last one is an old man with long beard and white hair, about your age.

But he walks vigorously, breathes strongly, and has a red face, which makes him look healthy.

Seeing the old man, Mr. Deng sat up straight, "Old Li, you are here too. It's really troublesome."

Mr. Li hurriedly said: "Mr. Deng, I'm so overwhelmed, please sit down."

The two chatted for a while.

It quickly entered the topic, because Mr. Deng was coughing a lot at this time.

One sound followed by another, each time it came more fiercely, as if you would not be able to catch your breath, and you would recite it all at once.

Always intimidating.

Secretary Jiang hurried forward, tapped on the back, and said worriedly: "Sir, why don't you take a break first, don't worry!"

Mr. Deng waved his hand, stopped Secretary Jiang from sending everyone away, and said with a smile, "No problem!"

He didn't seem in any hurry.

Secretary Jiang looked worried, but he didn't force him to do it. Instead, he could only stand aside and told him to control the time. Even Song Xian and Chen Qinghe gave instructions.

Both Song Xian and Chen Qinghe nodded.