Standing behind Mo Qingshan, Mo Qinghe, the father of Mo Shucai and Mo Shuning, sighed and nodded slightly to the two.

This not only means that Mo Qinghe recognizes the actions of his son and daughter, but also shows that he is willing to bear the ups and downs with them.

Mo Shuning's eye circles suddenly turned red, she nodded heavily, walked quickly to Li Suixin, and took a deep look at Li Suixin.

Then he solemnly said: "Doctor Li, my grandfather's body is entrusted to you! Please come with me!"

Li Suixin followed silently, but in his heart he already regarded the huge bonus of 100 million yuan as something in his pocket.

With the inheritance of the Shenlong Taoist sect in his body, Li Suixin not only mastered extremely high Taoist medical skills, but could also easily see the basic fate of the Mo family.

Among them, Mo Shuning has good luck, profound blessings, and benefits to others.

Judging from her fate, Mr. Mo should be able to recover from his serious illness this time.

Therefore, although Li Suixin had not yet seen Mr. Mo's condition, he was confident and looked quite calm.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Mo Qinghe, you sent your son Mo Shucai to invite me, are you going to let this madman bully you? I dare to swear that this man is not a doctor, but a wizard who is good at witchcraft!"

Fred was lying on the sofa and said angrily: "He will not bring health to Mr. Mo, but will only bring disaster to the Mo family!"

As the director of Shengya International Hospital and a well-known doctor at home and abroad, Fred knelt down in public and was disgraced. Originally, he wanted to choose to endure it temporarily. This was in the Mo family, and he did not dare to provoke Mr. Mo when he was seriously ill.

Something happened.

But after being helped to the sofa and pulling out the silver needle from his waist, Fred couldn't even feel his legs.

Regarding the immediate issue, Fred could no longer endure it and wanted to use the power of the Mo family to force Li Suixin to relieve him of the terrible "Oriental witchcraft".

Lu Junhao's situation was the same as Fred's. He also couldn't feel the existence of his legs. In panic, he echoed.

"Mr. Mo, this is definitely witchcraft! Dean Fred and I can no longer feel our legs! We must have been cursed by Li Suixin!"

Li Suixin turned around and glanced at them coldly, and said lightly: "You two had better kneel down, otherwise you may never stand up again in this life!"

Mo Qinghe frowned and said in a deep voice: "Dean Fred, please be patient and wait until Dr. Li has treated my father before we talk!"

Mr. Mo was seriously ill and could only survive for three to five days. At this time, Mo Qinghe had to sort out his priorities.

We must seize every possible opportunity to treat the old man, even if Li Suixin may be bragging.

Besides, Mo Qinghe was immediately bored by what Fred said just now, and letting him suffer a small loss was a small punishment but a big warning.

Mo Qingshan on the side raised his hand and said: "Qinghe, you can't completely ignore Dean Fred's words! Let's do this, please ask Dean Wang Zhenchuan and Dr. Wang Zhenxiu to work together to check on Dr. Li!"

"After all, the old man's body is the most important! Not just any cat or dog can do anything wrong!"

Wang Zhenchuan and Wang Zhenxiu perked up upon hearing this, and stepped forward together, led by Mo Qingshan himself, and followed him into Mr. Mo's ward.

In the ward, Li Suixin saw Mr. Mo and felt more confident, but the consumption seemed to be a bit high.

Fortunately, the consultation fee is as high as 100 million yuan!

He turned to Mo Shuning and ordered: "Miss Mo, please prepare two towels and a larger spit bucket!"

Mo Shuning nodded and gave instructions casually, and immediately someone quickly prepared the things.

Just as Li Suixin was about to step forward, Wang Zhenchuan reached out to stop him and said in a low voice: "Dr. Li, I am not a meddlesome old man. You'd better make a diagnosis first and then talk about the treatment plan. Let's all consider whether it is feasible."

It’s never too late to start again!”

Wang Zhenxiu on the side also said: "Yes, this matter is serious and Mr. Mo is not an ordinary person. Dr. Li had better act safely!"

Li Suixin frowned and said calmly: "Mr. Mo's condition is obvious. About eighteen years ago, due to long-term smoking, alcoholism, diet and other reasons, he developed phlegm-core scrofula, which is the so-called tumor!"

"This first time was intestinal cancer. About eight years ago, Mr. Mo suffered from lung cancer again. But now, the cancer cells have almost spread throughout the body. If not treated in time, Mr. Mo's life will come to an end within ten days.
Chapter completed!