In the southern suburbs of Linjiang City, in a villa at the deepest part of Lanxiyuan Community, Rong Zhengqing and several colleagues were invited to visit several distinguished guests from Jinling.
At the same time, several well-known figures from the business community in Linjiang City were also present.
At this moment, no matter where they are or how valuable they are, they are standing respectfully on both sides of the living room, with their eyes focused on the two old men on the sofa.
The two old men, one of whom was dressed in Tang suit and had a fairy-like look. The other one was dressed in a simple manner. His eyes were lowered and his brows were slightly frowning. He looked a little bad in complexion, but even
In this way, it is still hard to hide the domineering aura.
Especially the strong temperament in his every move gives people a feeling of extreme depression.
"Old Yuan, what disease did my grandfather suffer from? Can it be cured?" At this time, standing next to the sofa, a young man in a straight suit and powerful appearance asked hurriedly.
Hearing this, Yuan Xiaoting slowly moved his hand away from the old man's wrist, shook his head and sighed: "Old Yan's illness is too strange. Judging from the pulse, it seems that the internal organs are seriously damaged, but usually to this extent, I'm afraid it's premature.
At once……"
"I'll die long ago." Seeing that Yuan Xiaoting didn't say anything, Old Yan suddenly opened his eyes and sneered.
Yuan Xiaoting's face changed, he waved his hands repeatedly, and quickly stood up and said, "Old Yan, I... I'm also guessing, don't be surprised, don't be surprised."
"It's okay, actually you're right. My illness is indeed the case. It's very rare that you can see this floor." Old Yan smiled and waved his hand, signaling Yuan Xiaoting to sit down.
He knew that his injury was very special, and with the long time, the possibility of healing was very small.
Since the injury worsened, he has visited all the famous doctors in Jiangnan Province and has never found anything. Yuan Xiaoting is the first doctor to detect his condition, so he still appreciates the other party quite well.
"Old Yuan, is my grandfather really unable to cure his illness?" The young man in a suit asked anxiously again.
Yuan Xiaoting pondered for a moment and said bitterly: "With the strength of our Linjiang Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, Mr. Yan's illness is really powerless. I might as well send it to Jinling as soon as possible. Maybe the doctors there will be a way."
"I can't do anything. What food do you eat in Chinese medicine hospitals? Are they all a bunch of waste? My Yan family has been very good to you over the years. This is how you repay your kindness. If you can't cure my grandfather's illness today, I'll let you all get out of here!
Go home to retire." The young man in the suit exploded and pointed at everyone and shouted.
Hearing his words, Yuan Xiaoting and the doctors of the Chinese Medicine Hospital standing beside him turned extremely ugly and quickly lowered their heads.
"Xiao Wu, don't talk nonsense, why don't you apologize to Mr. Yuan and the others immediately?" Old Yan frowned, slapped the table suddenly, and scolded in a low voice.
Although his voice was a little weak, he had been in a high position for a long time. His words were like a mountain of Tai, which immediately shocked everyone present.
The young man in the suit also changed slightly, and he quickly shut up and didn't dare to continue talking.
Then, he hurriedly looked at Mr. Yan and said a little dissatisfied: "Grandpa, what I said is the truth. You worked hard all your life just to protect them. As a result, you have suffered injuries and they cannot cure your illness.
What is it not waste?"
"Nothing nonsense, that's my duty, and this is not your reason to be rude to Mr. Yuan." Old Yan frowned and his tone was low.
"But……"
"No, I apologize immediately." Old Yan's tone was heavy and loud, without any doubt.
Seeing this, the young man in the suit could only look at Yuan Xiaoting reluctantly and whisper: "Old Yuan, I'm sorry, I was rude just now."
"It's okay." Yuan Xiaoting responded casually, feeling a little unconfident.
After all, the other party was telling the truth. He really didn't have the ability to heal Yan Lao, and he didn't even have a way to relieve himself. He felt very guilty.
Thinking of this, he looked up at Mr. Yan and blamed himself: "Old Yan, in fact, what Yiheng said is not unreasonable. You have helped me a lot over the years. If you were not for you, I would probably not be able to do anything to us.
Today in the hospital, we are powerless to do anything about your illness, and we are indeed a little incompetent."
"You can't say that. My disease is too special and cannot be cured by ordinary doctors. I'll forget it. I've lived enough anyway." Old Yan waved his hand repeatedly and said with a smile, his tone was really open-minded and heroic.
"Grandpa, don't say that. Mr. Su from Ningzhou hasn't come yet. Maybe he has a solution. He is known as a ghost hand. The Sumen Thirteen Injection with one hand can cure all diseases. Naturally, he will also treat your disease.
It's no problem." At this moment, Yan Yiheng, who was standing aside, hurriedly spoke and persuaded.
Yuan Xiaoting nodded and responded, "Yiheng is right. Mr. Su's acupuncture technique is one of the best in the entire Jiangnan Province. I believe he will have a solution."
At this moment, Rong Zhengqing, who had never spoken, hesitated for a moment and stepped forward and said, "I heard from Mr. Xiao Yan mentioned the old miracle doctor Su, but I remembered the little doctor Su in our Linjiang City. His medical skills are also
It’s extremely extraordinary. I think it’s better to ask Mr. Su to try it before he arrived in Linjiang?"
He had a good impression of Cycad and hoped that the other party would have more opportunities to show himself. Therefore, although he knew that it was a taboo to recommend doctors to those who were seriously ill, he still couldn't help it.
"Doctor Su Xiao, who is?" Yan Yiheng asked curiously.
"Director Rong, you are talking about Dr. Su Tiesu, right?" Yuan Xiaoting, who was lowering his head and thinking before Rong Zhengqing answered, suddenly changed his face.
Rong Zhengqing was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Why, Mr. Yuan, have you heard of the name of Doctor Su Xiao?"
"It's not just that I've heard of it. I've invited him to our Chinese medicine hospital now, and I'm planning to train him to be the director and recommend him to join the Chinese medicine association in the future." When talking about Cyprus, Yuan Xiaoting's tone was quite proud, as if Cyprus was himself.
Children are average.
Rong Zhengqing nodded with a smile and said with great relief: "Old Yuan, it would be great if you have this kind of heart. I was worried that such a genius as Doctor Su Xiao would be buried. Now, I am fine with you.
I'll feel relieved about this sentence."
"Xiao Rong, Mr. Yuan, who is the doctor Su you are talking about?" Seeing the two of them suddenly being so excited and keeping their eyes closed, Old Yan couldn't help but ask curiously.
Seeing him asking, the eyes of the other people present also looked at him.
They are also well-known figures in Linjiang City, but I have never heard of the name of Doctor Su, so I am very curious...