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

Moreover, it was Mr. Li's home game at this time, so the two of them could only take a look. After all, he was the real boss.

They don't need to talk too much.

Chen Qinghe said in a low voice: "Believe it or not, this Li Guozhen can't see why. It's not me, hey, at this age, why does he always like to come out to shame others? Anyway, I know, this guy just likes to come out to join in the fun , and also, being disrespectful to the old."

Song Xian looked at the guy in front of him, a little confused.

This guy.

What kind of person is he.

This Mr. Li should belong to the same hospital as him, or an expert-level person, who was enshrined on the altar by Sijiucheng Hospital, and was called the honorary president.

Song Xian frowned slightly, thinking to himself: "Grandma, this guy, does he have any hatred for Mr. Li? Is he so hostile?"

I didn't come here to find trouble, but to see a doctor.

Such a guy, stay away.

Song Xian decided that no matter what this time, he didn't want to say another word to this guy, and subconsciously moved a few steps to the side to create a small distance.

It's just... the next moment he was speechless.

As soon as he drove a short distance away, Chen Qinghe came up to him, blinked his eyes, and asked, "Doctor Song, are you nervous?"

nervous?

What do you mean?
Just now I moved a little bit to stay away from this nagging guy, didn't I expect to be misinterpreted by this guy?
Song Xian didn't bother to explain, but put his arms around his chest, watching the expert "Mr. Li" look at the disease, he looked good, everything was done according to the methods of his ancestors and western medicine, and he tried everything, but his face His expression, from the initial calm and calm, gradually turned into dignified and doubtful, with a big word 'Chuan' written on his brows

Mr. Deng just glanced at it, didn't need to speak 'Mr. Li Shi' to know the result, and sighed, "Mr. Li, I really trouble you. I am still very clear about my own illness."

Mr. Li sighed, a little sadly, shook his head and said, "Mr. Deng, I really can't do anything!"

Then Mr. Deng left under Secretary Jiang's guidance.

In the hall, there were only two people left at this time, two young people.

Song Xian was still shocked.

Chen Qinghe put his elbow on Song Xian's arm, and said in a low voice, "There are only two of us left, will you go first, or should I go first?"

Song Xianqian said: "Please!"

Chen Qinghe didn't expect Song Xian to be so direct and humble.

This time it made him a little overwhelmed.

When Chen Qinghe was in a daze, Song Xian suddenly stared at him and said, "You can't say that you are very good at talking, but you are actually like those people just now, half a bucket of water, jingling, right?"

Chen Qinghe seemed to be stimulated by Song Xian's words, he immediately stood at attention and became energetic.

"how is this possible!"

"I'll go now……"

Chen Qinghe was not worried at all, but went to sit beside Mr. Deng.

Mr. Deng looked at Chen Qinghe with a smile, and said: "Xiao Chen, you are so majestic now. You see a doctor everywhere, and now you see me here. I haven't seen your father for a long time. How is your health recently? ah?"

Chen Qinghe squeezed out a wry smile and said: "He is still the same, but now he is not as busy as you. He takes care of flowers and plants at home all day long, and often mentions your old age. I can always recall the time when I was born and died together with you."

He didn't expect it.

This old man.

Now they are all sick, and they still care about others.

Mr. Deng smiled and said, "I'm afraid you can't see the reason for my illness..."

Chen Qinghe said seriously: "Don't talk!"

This Mr. Deng immediately shut up, and he really didn't speak.

Chen Qinghe asked: "Mr. Deng, I have a friend who can treat your illness."

A light flashed in Mr. Deng's eyes, and he asked, "Xiao Chen, you can't lie to me. Why didn't you tell me about such a good thing before? You have to tell me now?"

Chen Qinghe smiled and said, "You are very busy!"

Mr. Deng smiled bitterly and said, "It's my fault!"

Chen Qinghe grinned, glanced at Song Xian who was sitting there, and said in a low voice: "Actually, to tell you the truth, I just met, and I just heard about it before."

Mr. Deng's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Where is it?"

Chen Qinghe smiled mischievously and said, "It's far away in the sky, it's close in front of us."

Immediately, both of them looked at one person, Song Xian.

When Song Xian was stared at by these two people, he felt a little uncomfortable all over. Looking at these two people again, they seemed to be...recognizable?
Mr. Deng waved to Song Xian, and said with a smile, "Come on, young man, come here."

Song Xian pointed at himself.

Think about it carefully, yes, there is no one else here, only him.

Song Xian walked over.

Mr. Deng frowned slightly and asked, "I heard that your medical skills are very good?"

Song Xian smiled and said, "I'm just a doctor in the infirmary..."

Mr. Deng smiled and said: "You are very honest. Your name is so famous that even if you are in the infirmary of the rolling mill, it does not affect your bottle of good old wine. Well, you don't mind if I describe it like that? Hey , the man doesn’t stick to trifles, it’s because you have superb medical skills. I’ve wanted to see you for a long time.”

When Chen Qinghe heard this, he felt something was wrong, and hurriedly asked: "You, do you know him, old man?"

Mr. Deng said with a smile: "I don't know him, I've heard of it, he's the same as you. But it's considered familiar. His father, your father, and I are all comrades-in-arms, the kind who go through life and death."

Chen Qinghe grinned and said, "Oh, so it's a family. Mr. Deng, look, what I said, as soon as I saw him, I felt kind. If you don't believe me, you can ask him."

Song Xian gave Chen Qinghe a blank look.

Chen Qinghe immediately drooped his face and dared not speak any more.

He didn't know what was going on now, but he was a little scared of this guy in front of him.

Mr. Deng patted the stool beside him, motioned Song Xian to sit down, looked at Song Xian earnestly, and asked, "Have you ever thought about changing places?"

Song Xian listened.

He naturally understood the meaning of Mr. Deng's words.

Song Xian was not polite, sat down next to him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Deng, I think the infirmary is very good. This time, I made a special trip to see you. I heard that you are still suffering from the past. I see you It’s not a big deal, it’s just that the bullet fragments haven’t been taken out, which has affected your body, plus you have some small problems, it looks like a big problem!”

Mr. Deng stared at Song Xian in a daze, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Chen Qinghe on the side was shocked by Song Xian's words.

Can you see it at a glance?

How in the world is this possible?

Mr. Deng's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Is that true?"

Song Xian smiled and said, "For other questions, I have to check your pulse."

Mr. Deng didn't think much at all, and just stretched out his hand.

After a while, Song Xian thought for a while and said, "I only need one needle for this disease! But you need a person to take the shrapnel!"