Qin Feng didn't notice Tang Qingqian. He was surrounded by many people, asking for WeChat messages and asking him to treat his illness.
Qin Feng stayed one by one, all of which were resources for making money.
"But the little boy's poison was probably caused by outside intrusion."
"It's just that this woman's condition seems to be average. Who would be so cruel to this mother and son, leaving no way for them to survive?"
He didn't think much about it. He originally planned to worry about having no place to make money after leaving the hospital, but now he has undoubtedly opened up a new way of thinking.
While I was thinking about what had just happened, I suddenly heard a shout from behind me and someone tapped me on the shoulder.
Qin Feng turned his head and found a middle-aged man standing behind him, with a face full of urgency: "Little brother, where did you learn the method you just did? It can actually bring people back to life and rejuvenate the human body."
Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he meant.
Can this person see his secret?
Qin Feng's eyes suddenly became a little wary, but his face remained calm: "What's the matter with you?"
The middle-aged man smiled awkwardly: "Little brother, I misunderstood. I see that you have excellent medical skills, and I want to seek medical treatment from you."
It turns out that a middle-aged man has a relative who has been seriously ill and has been bedridden for more than two years. He has tried various methods and means, but nothing has worked.
He happened to have just taken medicine from the Central Hospital and witnessed the whole process of Qin Feng's treatment of the little boy. He felt that Qin Feng's medical skills were outstanding, so he wanted to invite Qin Feng to his home.
He also added: "If you don't think it's in vain, you can pay the little brother a deposit of 100,000 yuan first. If it's good, it doesn't matter even if it's a hundred times the medical expenses. If it's not good, just do your best and obey fate, and you won't blame the little brother."
Seeing that the middle-aged man was so generous, Qin Feng hesitated slightly: "Aren't you afraid that I will take the money and run away without treating you?"
"What if I was acting on purpose?"
He had never taken so much money in his life, and he felt a little uneasy.
The middle-aged man laughed loudly: "Don't worry, I just acted righteously and treated that woman regardless of the consequences. I trust your character."
"As for whether it's acting or not, that's a matter of my eyesight. I won't bother my little brother."
Although he laughed heartily, he still couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.
Qin Feng nodded: "Okay, add me on WeChat. I have other things to do today. If you're not in a hurry, I'll show it to you when I get back."
The middle-aged man said there was no problem. After adding Qin Feng on WeChat, he asked Qin Feng to send him his bank card and then got into an old-fashioned A6 and left.
Qin Feng was still looking at the A6 taillights when his cell phone rang.
He hurriedly took out his hand and checked: "Your bank card with the last number 7930 received a transfer of RMB 100,000, and the balance is 100,000.2 yuan."
Qin Feng was a little stunned. Just now he was worried about money, but in the blink of an eye, one hundred thousand yuan arrived?
At the same time, the Central Hospital has become a mess.
Chen Guofeng and others had just finished taking a group photo and were on their way to Zhang Qingyuan's ward, surrounded by Wen Jing, when they received the news that Zhang Qingyuan's condition had suddenly worsened and that he had been sent to the emergency room for treatment.
The emergency room was overcrowded.
The alarm sounds of electronic instruments kept coming and going.
"What's going on? Weren't you fine just now? Why did you suddenly become ill?"
Chen Guofeng, who hurried over, looked gloomy: "What went wrong?"
"This, this, seems to be a recurrence of Zhang's old illness."
"We just checked and Mr. Zhang suffers from severe pulmonary edema."
"I fell to the ground yesterday because pulmonary edema caused bloody sputum and caused blood sputum to get stuck in my throat, leading to suspended animation."
"But the bloody sputum has been coughed up a long time ago, and the emphysema in Mr. Zhang's body has also improved. But for some unknown reason, it suddenly worsened, and the situation is critical. Surgery must be performed immediately!"
Seven or eight top experts were sweating profusely as they explained Zhang Qingyuan's condition.
Chen Guofeng frowned tightly and said in a deep voice: "Then why are you still standing there? Hurry up and perform surgery on Mr. Zhang!"
"What happened to my father?"
Zhang Yingfeng rushed in with people, looked at the unconscious Zhang Qingyuan, and almost fainted to the ground.
"Ju Zhang, don't worry, I will arrange the best team to perform surgery on Mr. Zhang now..."
Chen Guofeng hurriedly expressed his position.
"Operation?"
Zhang Yingfeng turned to look at him: "If surgery can cure it, what else should I do to you?"
Chen Guofeng was stunned: "What, what do you mean?"
"My father has suffered from emphysema for more than 30 years. His body has collapsed long ago and he cannot withstand any surgical operation. He has been relying on traditional Chinese medicine to survive."
Zhang Yingfeng shouted: "You will die if you use the knife. Do you want to kill my father with your own hands?!"
Chen Guofeng's face turned pale. He suddenly remembered something and hurriedly shouted: "Where is Wen Jing? Where is Wen Jing? Let her come and save Mr. Zhang!"
Zhang Yingfeng also reacted and nodded eagerly: "Yes, yes, my father said that Miss Wen seems to know a traditional Chinese medicine technique that has been lost for many years. He fainted yesterday and was revived by Miss Wen."
"If she can save my father once, she can save him a second time!"
"Miss Wen, please take action and save my father. I will grant you whatever you want!"
Everyone was looking for Wen Jing's figure. Someone discovered that Wen Jing had been standing outside the crowd and immediately ran over and pulled her over.
"Xiao Wen, hurry up and save Mr. Zhang. I'm sure you'll be fine, right?"
Chen Guofeng was relieved to see Wen Jing present.
"Ying, it should be fine..."
Wen Jing walked to the bedside and looked at the unconscious Zhang Qingyuan, but her body couldn't help but tremble.
She had arrived a long time ago and had no idea that Zhang Qingyuan would suddenly become ill and be in critical condition.
Now everyone's eyes were focused on her, and she felt cold all over and her mind went blank.
I often insert the wrong needles, so what kind of lost medical skills do I have?
"What's wrong with Mr. Zhang?"
At this time, Tang Qingqian, who received the news, rushed in. Looking at Zhang Qingyuan, whose face was purple, her beautiful eyes shrank violently.
"What are you still doing? Take action quickly!"
Chen Guofeng couldn't wait and shouted loudly.
Zhang Yingfeng also said hurriedly: "You want money, right? How much? Or do you want to go to the Medical Bureau? As long as you can save my father, I will promise you anything!"
Wen Jing's face was pale, her body was shaking even more, but she was motionless.
"What are you talking about? Let Wen Jing treat the disease?"
Tang Qingqian rushed back after receiving the news and waited until he understood what had happened.
She grabbed Wen Jing's arm, her beautiful eyes sharp: "Aren't you going to tell the truth? Do you want to kill people?!"
Chen Guofeng was stunned and hurriedly shouted: "Xiao Tang, what are you doing..."
"Stop forcing me!"
Wen Jing suddenly screamed and collapsed on the ground: "I didn't save the person, it was Qin Feng..."
"What did you say? You bitch!"
Zhang Yingfeng rushed forward and fired her bow left and right at Wen Jing's face.
