Tang Ao met the patient.

The patient was lying on the bed with an oxygen cylinder next to him and an oxygen mask was pressed on his nose.

Seeing Tang Ao coming, he tried to struggle to sit up.

"Okay. You lie down first." Tang Ao said.

Next to the patient, another person stood.

This person doesn't look very old and can look like he is in his thirties.

"Mr. Tang, let me introduce it to you. This is Mr. Kim Jong-hee." Park Ji-sung said.

"Hello, Mr. Tang." Kim Jong-hee hurriedly said hello.

"Hello."

"This is Mr. Kim's father, Kim Min-joon. He is the president of our Kwanzi Kyoung Bank." Park Ji-sung continued.

Tang Ao wanted to say hello to the other party, but unfortunately the other party was unable to breathe now, so he had to give up.

"Mr. Tang, please check it out for my father first." Kim Jong-hee said.

"Yes." Tang Ao nodded and began to take his pulse.

Kim Min-joon's condition is indeed very serious.

In addition to the severe damage to the lung meridian, the Ren and Du meridians were also greatly damaged.

If you don't have treatment, you will not be able to live for a few days.

Seeing Tang Ao's frown, Kim Jong-hee also became nervous.

"Mr. Tang, how about it? Is it impossible to treat it?" Kim Jong-hee asked impatiently.

"I can't say that. But it's really difficult. After all, his lung meridian is basically completely blocked, and it's not easy to unblock. In addition, the Ren and Du meridians have also suffered great damage, and it will take time to repair them." Tang Ao replied.

"So, can my father's illness be cured? Mr. Tang, no matter what, you have to save my father. No matter what conditions you offer, I will agree." Kim Jong-hee's eyes were filled with begging eyes.

"Dr. Park knows my conditions. It's nothing more than giving me some medical expenses." Tang Ao said.

"How much does it cost?" Kim Jong-hee asked.

"Get a good lottery. 88.8 million. In this way, your father's illness will be cured faster." Tang Ao replied.

"No, right? So much?" Kim Jong-hee was startled.

"Is it too much? Mr. Jin, is your father's life worth only this money? I believe it will definitely last." Tang Ao smiled.

"Okay! As long as you can cure your father's illness, I'm willing to pay the money." Kim Jong-hee agreed.

"Pay the deposit first." Tang Ao said.

"How much is the deposit?" Kim Jong-hee asked.

"10 million." Tang Ao replied.

"Okay. Tell me about the account number and I will arrange the transfer now." Kim Jong-hee said.

Tang Ao told the other party about his account.

Soon, he entered Tang Ao's account with ten million.

"Mr. Tang, the deposit has been paid. Can you prescribe a prescription now?" Jin Zhengxi asked.

"Don't worry. I'll use golden needles to help him clear his meridians first, and then prescribe the prescription." Tang Ao said.

Then he took out the needle box.

Then, he took off the oxygen mask from Kim Min-joon's face.

Kim Jong-hee suddenly became nervous.

After all, for Kim Min-joon, oxygen is now extremely important. If you take this off, you may die at any time.

At the same time, Kim Min-joon coughed very badly.

My face is a little purple.

Tang Ao began to acupuncture him.

Soon, his face became normal, but was a little pale.

The cough stopped.

"Okay. I'll give him acupuncture first to help him clear the meridians as soon as possible. Then I prescribe another prescription, and after I go back, I'll take the medicine according to the prescription and take it for a month." Tang Ao said.

"Mr. Tang, your medical skills are really good. I have practiced the golden needle technique for a long time, but I still haven't practiced it in the end. It's a pity." Park Ji-sung said with some regret.

"Some techniques cannot be practiced just by wanting to practice them." Tang Ao smiled slightly and said.

When Park Ji-sung heard what he said, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that no matter how hard he tries, he will never catch up with Tang Ao's medical skills.

"Mr. Tang, will we still come here in a month?" Kim Jong-hee asked.

"This depends on the situation. If I happen to be in Bangzi Country, I will prescribe another prescription for you. If I am not here, you will come." Tang Ao replied.

"Okay. When will you give the final payment?" Kim Jong-hee asked.

"It's fine in one month." Tang Ao said.

"Okay. I'll call you the final payment at that time." Kim Jong-hee said.

"Mr. Tang, the matter has been completed. Why don't we find a place to eat?" Park Ji-sung suggested.

"Okay." Tang Ao agreed readily.

"Mr. Tang, my father is seriously ill, so I won't go." Kim Jong-hee said.

"Your father? It's okay. After a while, he can go to dinner with us." Tang Ao smiled slightly and said.

"Ah? Mr. Tang, aren't you kidding? My dad is so sick, he is so possible..." Kim Jong-hee said with disbelief.

"Everything is possible. Besides, when I pull out the golden needle, you will know it naturally." Tang Ao said.

After a while, Tang Ao made up the time to be almost the same.

He took out the golden needle. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!