Lan Junhua said lightly: "I saw vomiting blood, but vomiting blood doesn't mean anything. In medical theory, sometimes losing a little blood is a good thing, just like donating blood."
"Fart! Is this the same as donating blood? I think you are really out of your mind, get out of here!" Lan Guoli pushed her away hard and was about to lead someone over.
"How dare you!" Lan Junhua's face darkened, and he called in a dozen bodyguards who had been prepared outside to block Lan Guoli.
No matter how much the other party yells and curses, she must ensure that she will not hinder her grandfather's treatment.
As for whether the outcome was good or bad, Lan Junhua felt there was no need to think about it now.
As she said, since you choose to believe in others, you should believe it to the end.
If you are really wrong, then you will have to bear the consequences of your wrong choice. There is nothing to say.
Don’t be suspicious when you employ people, don’t use people when you are suspicious!
It must be said that Lan Junhua's decisiveness far exceeds that of most men.
Her power in the Lan family does not seem to be much worse than that of a second-generation figure named Lan Guoli. At least the bodyguards did not dare to use any violence after being blocked.
Seeing Lan Kehan spit out mouthfuls of blood, Lan Guoli gritted his teeth in hatred, pointed at Lan Junhua and Jiang Zhihao and cursed: "You two are dead! I tell you, you two are dead! As long as something happens to the old man,
I will cut you both into pieces with my own hands!"
Lan Junhua did not respond. She turned her head and said to Jiang Zhihao seriously: "Mr. Jiang..."
She didn't need to finish her words. Jiang Zhihao already understood what she meant, nodded and said, "Don't worry."
When Lan Kehan vomited at least six to seven hundred milliliters of blood, turned pale and almost fainted, Jiang Zhihao finally said to Lu Tiande, who was also a little uneasy next to him: "Mr. Lu, take a look at the situation."
Lu Tiande couldn't hold it any longer. When he heard this, he quickly walked to the barrel and checked Lan Kehan's pulse.
Judging from his pulse, Lan Kehan's current condition is very bad.
The high-temperature medicinal soup put more pressure on his lungs. His already weak body was even more overwhelmed now that he had vomited hundreds of milliliters of blood.
Lu Tiande knew Jiang Zhihao's specific medical plan, but at this moment he couldn't help but suggest: "How about we stop the treatment here and wait until next time to continue? Otherwise, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on."
Jiang Zhihao shook his head and said: "As far as I know, the Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill is very powerful, so it is called a life-saving medicine. But precisely because the medicine is so powerful, everyone can only take one pill in their lifetime, otherwise they will
It has developed a strong resistance to drugs and will no longer be effective against any drugs. Therefore, Mr. Lan wants to cure his lungs, and he only has this chance! If he misses it, he will be really hopeless next time."
Of course Lu Tiande also understands this truth. The Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill is not a jelly bean. You can have one anytime you want.
He hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to believe Jiang Zhihao.
But he still stood by the barrel and did not leave, always paying attention to Lan Kehan's movements.
If something really life-threatening happened, he would have no choice but to come to the rescue.
As for the treatment of pulmonary fibrosis, now it can only depend on whether Lan Kehan's own constitution can withstand the treatment process.
Everyone looked at the barrel nervously, including Jiang Zhihao.
It's just that he has seen similar treatments in later generations and knows the principle of neither breaking nor establishing.
If you want to save Lan Kehan, you must use this method.