Baiweis nodded and motioned to the two guards to open the door.

After the guard opened the door, before going in, Baivis turned his head and whispered to Qin Yan: "Mr. President is inside, as well as several experts from the cabinet. They will diagnose and treat the President with you, the miracle doctor, in a while."

The president has his own personal medical team around him.

Those are the experts in the cabinet.

The experts in the cabinet are equivalent to the president's family doctor. They live with the president in the manor and are conveniently available at any time.

Several experts are also an elite team selected from national hospitals.

He and Mr. Chen are brothers.

Qin Yan pursed her lower lip and said nothing.

After Baivis explained to her, he opened the door and walked in first.

"Miracle doctor, don't worry too much." Mr. Chen lowered his voice and explained, "Let several experts from the cabinet diagnose and treat you. It's not that they don't believe in your medical skills, but that those experts know more about Mr. President's daily situation.

Be clear. They can help you more easily."

Qin Yan lowered her eyes and glanced at Mr. Chen, then raised her eyebrows slightly: "I haven't said I want to perform surgery on him yet."

"Yes, yes." Mr. Chen nodded quickly, "Can the miracle doctor take Mr. President's pulse first?"

The tone was quite humble.

His posture is also quite condescending.

Dean Zhang watched silently, resisting the urge to grab his phone and record the scene.

Qin Yan raised his eyebrows again, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the room with a casual pace: "There is a fee for taking the pulse."

Her voice was not loud, but she did not lower it deliberately.

Bai Weis paused when he heard her words, "There is a charge for taking the pulse."

Mr. Chen kept up with Qin Yan and said flatteringly: "Of course, of course, please rest assured that the miracle doctor will never let your trip go in vain."

"As long as Mr. President can be cured, no matter how high the price you offer, it will be fine."

Baiweisi turned his head and nodded: "Mr. Chen is right. As long as the miracle doctor can cure Mr. President, all the expenses will be easily discussed."

"Let's take a look first and then we'll talk." Qin Yan said in an understated tone, "We'll tell you how much the consultation fee is after reading it."

The room is very big.

Because it was so big and there were very few furnishings inside, it seemed very empty.

At a glance, Qin Yan saw a person lying on the only white bed in the room. There were also several old men in white coats standing beside the bed. They were discussing something. The discussion was quite intense, and everyone blushed.

Thick.

After seeing Baiweisi, the few people stopped their quarrelsome discussion.

Baiweis walked over, lowered his eyes and glanced at the president, whose eyes were still closed and pale on the white bed, and frowned: "How is Mr. President doing now?"

"The situation is very bad." An expert sighed, "We must open a craniotomy immediately to draw out the congestion in the brain."

"The operation cannot be delayed any longer." Another expert said solemnly, "We must perform a craniotomy on Mr. President immediately."

"But the examination results show that no surgery can be performed on the area where the congestion is located." Another expert frowned and said, "Even if a craniotomy is performed, it will be of no use."

"But craniotomy must be done." Several experts started arguing over whether to do surgery. "If the congestion cannot be drained out, Mr. President's life will be in danger!"

"Then tell me, even if the skull is opened, who would dare to go to that place to remove the blood clot? Do you dare?"
Chapter completed!