Anru sighed and said, "A week ago our hospital received a strange patient. He was skinny, his eyes were black, his face was pale, and he was weak, but everyone couldn't find out what disease he had. So I want to ask him.

Go over and help!"

"I'm not a doctor, let's forget it!" Xiaolong didn't want to get involved in this nonsense.

"Why don't you have any sense of justice?" Anru glared at Xiaolong.

"Huh? You doctors can't treat a disease well, how can I cure it well?" Xiaolong said pretending to be helpless.

"Stop pretending. As the saying goes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Do you understand? You can obviously save people, why don't you care?" An Ru said.

"It's not that I don't care, it's just that I can't stand the attitude of your hospital. If you have money, you'll treat patients. If you don't have money, even if a person is about to die, you won't even take a look at it, right?" Xiaolong said sharply.

"I don't know about other doctors, but I have never done such an unconscionable thing!" Anru said aggrievedly.

"Okay, since you still have a conscience, I'll go over and have a look!" Xiaolong said carelessly.

He just wanted to take this opportunity to vent his dissatisfaction with the hospital.

Anru's eyes lit up, "Then let's leave quickly, everyone is waiting for you!"

"Who are you?" Xiaolong asked.

"My colleagues, and the dean!" Anru said.

"Oh, then you are too insincere. You are the only one here to invite me? Where is the dean, let him come!" Xiaolong smiled evilly.

"I made a promise in front of them that you are my friend and I will definitely invite you over!" Anru blushed a little.

"Haha, you finally treat me as a friend!" Xiaolong laughed.

After hearing what Anru said, Mie Amamiya mistakenly thought that Anru thought Xiaolong was her boyfriend, and said happily, "Sister Anru, then we will be sisters from now on!"

Anru was stunned, "We are sisters now, you can call me sister!"

The sisters mentioned by Anru are not the same thing as the sisters mentioned by Amamiya Mie.

Xiaolong understood that they had misunderstood each other and couldn't help laughing.

"Boyfriend, go ahead and treat Sister Anru well!" Amamiya Mie whispered in Xiaolong's ear lovingly.

The scent of her words hit Xiaolong's ears, feeling hot and itchy.

"Keizi, then I can't accompany you tonight, you should go to bed early!" Xiaolong said affectionately, stroking Keizi's hair.

"Yeah, yeah," Amamiya Mie blinked her long eyelashes and nodded obediently.

Xiaolong sat in Anru's car and arrived at this private hospital half an hour later.

Anru took Xiaolong into the conference room of the hospital. At this moment, the dean, directors of various departments, and head nurses had been waiting here for a long time.

"Dean, this is my friend Xiaolong!" When Anru introduced the dean, the colleagues in the conference room started whispering.

"Haha, hello, young man, hello!" The dean, who was over fifty years old, was stunned when he saw Xiaolong, but he still stood up and shook hands with him enthusiastically!

"Haha, hello, old man!" Xiaolong actually called the dean, old man, bluntly, without giving him face or shaking hands with him.

Xiaolong had already seen the evil intentions of the private hospital, so he didn't bother to shake hands with the director.

The dean was a little embarrassed. Anru pushed Xiaolong and whispered, "You have gone too far!"

Xiaolong ignored Anru and sat in the dean's seat with a smile.

"Director An, come with me!" The old dean glanced at Anru with a livid face and called her out of the conference room.

As soon as the dean and Anru left, the doctors in the conference room started whispering.

"Is it possible to do this at such a young age? Director An is not wrong, right?" the director of the ophthalmology department said, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Huh? Isn't this brother Xiaolong? He can also treat diseases?" Director Lai, the director of the gynecology department, was stunned.

"We have been fighting Master Murong Yuntian's disease for a week, but we can't find out what the disease is at all. Can this young man find it out?" The director of the dermatology department also scoffed.

"Brother Xiaolong, do you know how to treat diseases?" Director Lai has known Xiaolong for a long time, so he doesn't shy away from anything.

"Haha, it turns out to be Director Lai. Long time no see. Why, are you still in contact with Zhang Ju's Xiaomi?" Xiaolong smiled evilly.

As soon as he finished speaking, other colleagues looked at Director Lai as if they had heard big news.

Director Lai wiped his hands with cold sweat in embarrassment, "Brother Xiaolong, stop joking!"

"Haha, no kidding, I don't know how to treat diseases, but Director An insisted on letting me come over. I had no choice but to come over and have a look!" Xiaolong said lightly.

"You really don't know how to treat diseases. If Director An wants to show off in front of the dean, why not find someone who can't treat diseases to fool her? I think she wants to be fired!" the director of the dermatology department gloated.

explain.

"Brother Xiaolong, I really admire your courage. Last time Zhang Ju's sister got a strange disease and asked me to treat it. I couldn't cure it. Anru said you could cure it. Since you can't cure the disease, how did you fool Zhang Ju?

?" Director Lai smiled.

"Hey, don't mention it. I was lucky last time, and Zhang Ju's sister finally recovered from her illness!" Xiaolong lied.

He would not tell Director Lai that it was because of his friendship with Du Xiaonuan that he was able to lift Zhang Ju's sister's curse.

"Oh, you are so lucky!" Director Lai said.

While talking, the dean and An Ru walked in.

"Young man, why don't we go to the ward and have a look!" the dean said with a smile.

"Wait a minute, what is the patient's identity? How can he alert all the senior officials in the hospital?" Xiaolong had long suspected that the patient's identity was not simple.

"Young man, the patient's father is the richest real estate tycoon Murong Zhuo in China, which means the patient is one of the Four Young Masters in China," the old dean said.

"Oh, I see, if you cure the richest man's disease, the hospital will make a fortune!" Xiaolong said with a smile.

"Haha!" The old dean smiled awkwardly and immediately added, "Don't worry, young man, as long as you can cure Master Murong Yuntian's illness, our hospital will never deny your contribution!"

"Haha, I still don't know whether it can be cured. I'll try my best!" When Xiaolong learned that the patient was the son of China's richest real estate tycoon Murong Zhuo, he had already decided not to treat him.

"Damn it, you real estate developers have driven up housing prices so high that ordinary people can't afford to buy a house. You deserve your misfortune!" Xiaolong is not hating the rich, but just resenting those who are unkind to get rich.

"Please, young man!" Under the leadership of the old dean, Xiaolong went to Murong Yuntian's distinguished ward.

At the same time, the heads of departments followed closely.

In the corridor in front of the ward, there were four bodyguards standing in black suits and black shoes with cold expressions.

"What do these four heads do?" Xiaolong asked.

"Young man, they are Mr. Murong Desi's bodyguards. Mr. Murong and his wife are taking care of Young Master Yuntian in the ward!" said the old dean.

"Oh, then knock on the door!" Xiaolong said.

"Okay!" The old dean knocked on the door of the ward.

Murong Zhuo's wife opened the door and said in tears, "Dean, can my son's disease be cured?"

"Please don't worry, this is Dr. Long, an expert in the difficult and complicated diseases department of our hospital. Let him come and take a look!" the old dean introduced Xiaolong to Murong Zhuo's wife.

"Damn it, when did I become an expert in difficult and complicated diseases? This old man is so shameless just to make money!" Xiaolong thought to himself.

"Doctor Long, please save my son!" Murong Zhuo's wife almost knelt down in front of Xiao Long.

"Auntie, don't worry, let me check on your condition first!" Xiaolong walked in and saw Murong Zhuo, the richest man in China.

Murong Zhuo is 1.83 meters tall, tall and burly, with a clean shaven beard. His thick black eyebrows reveal a bit of domineering, and his eyes are bright and full of pride.

"Mr. Murong!" The old dean also followed and greeted Murong Zhuo respectfully.

"Yes!" Murong Zhuo responded, folding his arms, looking at Xiaolong, and actually asked in a leader's tone, "Are you an expert in the Department of Intractable Diseases?"

"I don't dare take it!" Xiaolong sneered and thought to himself, "Damn it, don't you just have a few filthy rich people, and you are so arrogant when you come to see a doctor!"

"Okay, as long as you can cure my son Yuntian's illness, I won't treat you badly!" Murong Zhuo said.

"Haha, I'm not sure if it can be cured, but I'll see and tell!" Xiaolong pretended to come to the hospital bed and saw Murong Yuntian on the hospital bed. Although he was very handsome, he was now skinny due to illness and his eyes were wide open.

Darkened and pale.

Xiaolong secretly opened the "Human Virus Scanning" software in the manual, and followed the prompts to scan Murong Yuntian's whole body with his hands.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep." Xiaolong looked at the screen in his palm: the patient's penis was useless, and the yang energy in his body had been sucked dry.

"Damn, it's so serious!" Xiaolong was secretly shocked and thought to himself, "Which slut is so powerful that she can suck all his yang energy?"

At this time, the sound of "beep-beep-beep" came from his ears again, and Xiaolong looked at the screen on his palm again: Do you want to perform an anti-virus scan and inject new yang energy?"

Xiaolong pressed "No" decisively, he didn't want to treat him.

After scanning, Xiaolong pretended to look solemn.

"Doctor Long, what did you do just now?" The old dean has seen people use scientific instruments to check the condition, but he has never seen such a check with hands.

"I have just checked and he is terminally ill. I'm sorry, but I can't help. Please deal with his funeral as soon as possible!" Xiaolong said.

"Son——!" Murong Yunzhuo's wife threw herself on the hospital bed and cried uncontrollably.

"Doctor Long, if you don't know how to treat diseases, don't talk nonsense!" The old dean said angrily, not wanting to lose this opportunity to make a fortune.

"Yes, can you do it or not? How could my son die? Get out of here! Dean Zhang, is this the expert in your difficult and complicated diseases department? He just scanned my son's body with his hands and said it was hopeless.

Well, if you don’t have the ability, then don’t talk nonsense!”

"Mr. Murong, please stop being angry. It turns out that this kid is a faker. I really didn't know that before. He is new here. I will fire him right now!" the dean said fawningly.
Chapter completed!