Hu Qiangjun never believed that Ye Fengyun could effectively treat Mr. Zhao.
After all, the famous military doctor Jiang just said that Mr. Zhao is basically exhausted and can only rely on some medicinal liquids to stay alive, and under good circumstances, he can only live for a month.
What can Ye Fengyun, a country doctor from the countryside, do?
Hu Qiangjun was full of opinions and contempt for Ye Fengyun, but he did not dare to ridicule Ye Fengyun in public at this time.
Because Mr. Wu strongly recommended Ye Fengyun.
If he said "no" to Ye Fengyun, he would definitely offend Mr. Wu, which would be bad.
As soon as Ye Fengyun entered the courtyard, he saw Hu Qiangjun looking at him with contempt.
A hint of amusement appeared on the corner of Ye Fengyun's mouth, but he ignored him.
"Doctor Ye, I knew you would definitely come back."
As soon as Ye Fengyun entered the courtyard, he saw an energetic old man coming towards him with a bright smile.
Ye Fengyun took a closer look and saw that it was Mr. Wu, the former mayor of Jianghai City.
Shu Fu had already told Ye Fengyun that Mr. Wu recommended him to the Zhao family again.
Therefore, Ye Fengyun was not surprised to see Mr. Wu.
Mr. Wu is now in better health, radiant and full of energy, all thanks to Ye Fengyun.
Now, when he saw Ye Fengyun, he naturally smiled and looked grateful.
"Old Wu..."
Ye Fengyun also shouted with a smile.
Mr. Wu walked up to Ye Fengyun, grabbed Ye Fengyun's hand, and said with a smile: "Miracle Doctor Ye! What a coincidence. I came to the provincial capital precisely to recommend you to my old chief.
The chief is treating a disease, but I didn’t expect that you would be invited by Xiao Shu.”
Ye Fengyun glanced at Shu Fu and said with a smile: "Mr. Wu, Mr. Zhao is the founding hero of the country. It is my honor to come to treat Mr. Zhao. Of course I will come."
Mr. Wu patted Ye Fengyun on the shoulder and said repeatedly: "Doctor Ye, what you said is so good."
"Mr. Wu, let's talk about it later. I'll show Mr. Zhao his body first." Ye Fengyun said directly.
"That's right! Let's talk again after you show my old leader's body." Mr. Wu said.
"Um."
"please."
Mr. Wu invited Ye Fengyun to walk towards the villa.
Seeing Ye Fengyun being treated with such courtesy, Hu Qiangjun stood in the distance with a gloomy look on his face and thought to himself: "Boy, I'm letting you be proud now. If you can't cure Mr. Zhao, you will be embarrassed!"
After Hu Qiangjun said this in his mind, he walked to Zhao Tianbao and said, "Brother Tianbao, do you think this country doctor can effectively treat Grandpa Zhao?"
Zhao Tianbao glanced at him, shook his head and said, "I don't know either, but since Grandpa Wu tried his best to recommend him, it should be right."
"Haha, brother Tianbao, you are confused! This guy is just a country doctor from the countryside, and he has never even attended a formal university. What ability can he have?" Hu Qiangjun said with a sneer.
Zhao Tianbao took a deep look at Hu Qiangjun and said, "You can't say that. Wasn't it him who cured Grandpa Wu's body?"
"Haha, the blind cat just encountered a dead mouse." Hu Qiangjun sneered.
Zhao Tianbao said: "Whether it's a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse or something like that, my grandfather's body is already like this, so it's okay to just let him take a look."
Zhao Tianbao could sense Hu Qiangjun's deep hostility towards Ye Fengyun.
Although Zhao Tianbao was also very unreliable, Ye Fengyun came to see his grandfather after all, and he still said something humane.
"Hey! Okay! I won't say more then, let's just wait and see." Hu Qiangjun sighed lightly and said.
Zhao Tianbao didn't say anything to Hu Qiangjun and walked straight into the villa. He also wanted to see how Ye Fengyun treated his grandfather.
Ye Fengyun quickly entered the villa.
He finally met the famous founding hero: Mr. Zhao.
When he saw Mr. Zhao, his brows furrowed slightly, and he already had something to worry about.
Mr. Zhao's physical condition is quite bad.
It's not that Mr. Zhao has cancer or anything.
Rather, his body suffered a lot of hidden injuries, and he was already in a state of exhaustion.
According to our more popular terms, the end is approaching.
You said you are sick, I can help you treat it.
But you have run out of fuel and the end is approaching, and it cannot be restored by human power.
However, when Ye Fengyun observed Mr. Zhao as a whole, a glimmer of light still appeared in his heart.
Mr. Zhao is not hopeless...
When Mr. Zhao saw that the "miracle doctor" was actually a young man, he was slightly surprised. Mr. Wu hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Old chief, this is the miracle doctor who cured me, Ye Fengyun Ye, the miracle doctor!"
"well……"
Mr. Zhao was extremely awkward when speaking, but he still tried his best to say a few good words to Ye Fengyun.
"Doctor Ye, I'm leaving it to you!"
Shu Fu looked at Ye Fengyun with blank eyes and said.
"Don't worry, I will try my best."
Ye Fengyun nodded.
Ye Fengyun walked straight to Mr. Zhao.
To be honest, Ye Fengyun was a little excited.
You know, the man in front of you is the only remaining founding hero of China.
Ordinarily, this kind of people are the ones in the textbooks!
Being able to see Ye Fengyun in real life and treat him, the excitement is indescribable.
The Zhao brothers looked at Ye Fengyun nervously, hoping that Ye Fengyun could bring them some good news.
Among them, the most nervous one is Shu Fu.
She now places all her hopes on Ye Fengyun. If Ye Fengyun has no hope...
Then she...
But if Ye Fengyun could create a miracle and really extend her grandfather's life, then she would be willing...
Thinking of this, Shu Fu's face turned slightly red.
She knew that Ye Fengyun was very interested in her body. If Ye Fengyun could really cure the old man, then she might not be able to...
"Mr. Zhao, I want to feel your pulse."
Ye Fengyun looked at Mr. Zhao with great respect.
"Oh? Are you a Chinese medicine doctor?" Mr. Zhao looked at Ye Fengyun and asked slightly confused.
"Yes."
"Okay, okay! At such a young age, it's good to be able to inherit our Chinese national essence." Mr. Zhao praised him.
Ye Fengyun said, "I don't dare to take it seriously."
Mr. Zhao stretched out his dead branch-like wrist and asked Ye Fengyun to diagnose his pulse.
Ye Fengyun glanced at Mr. Zhao's wrist and secretly felt sad.
He could imagine that when Mr. Zhao was young, he should have been a powerful and domineering general.
Now, time has eroded and the hero has grown old.
This old hero was as dead as a dead tree.
Who can escape the erosion of time?
Ye Fengyun cut three fingers on Mr. Zhao's veins, and then took the pulse for Mr. Zhao.
No one at the scene made a sound.
Quietly waiting for Ye Fengyun's diagnosis results.
Hu Qiangjun stood behind with a sarcastic look on his face.
After about a minute, Ye Fengyun took away his hand.