Zhao Ya glared at Wang Gensheng. This guy was like a slug and couldn't get rid of him.
The key is that he claims to be a miracle doctor and can take good care of her grandfather's illness.
She didn't believe it at all, not even her toes.
But how to explain the previous pulse diagnosis with hanging thread?
"Xiaoya, you have to change your temper. A girl is as hot-tempered as a boy." The old man complained softly.
"Old man, don't say anything for now. I'd better check your pulse before talking." Wang Gensheng laughed, it was like a sunny day.
The old man stretched out his bony hand and placed it in front of Wang Gensheng.
Wang Gensheng frowned, felt his pulse carefully, and after a while he gently asked: "Old man, do you often have splitting headaches, is the pain unbearable?"
The old man was stunned. This was the disease that had troubled him for many years. Although he went to countless hospitals for treatment, the treatment effect was not very good.
"Also, in the past few years, you must have suffered from insomnia, dreaminess, and restless sleep." Wang Gensheng said calmly.
In short, the old man has every symptom Wang Gensheng mentioned next, and some of them have even been mentioned by the old man to others.
Wang Gensheng didn't feel like he was seeing a doctor at this moment, but more like fortune telling.
He was able to tell all the old man's symptoms, as if he was doing a full-body examination with a large instrument.
"Hey, you said it so thoroughly, can you treat it well?" Zhao Ya asked suspiciously from the side.
"Disaster……"
Wang Gensheng showed a hint of embarrassment on his face.
"Dr. Wang, could it be that you can't cure Mr. Zhao's disease?" Ye Changming asked quickly, with a hint of disappointment on his face.
"It's not that it can't be cured, but this young lady is always very hostile to me, which makes it difficult for me to treat her with peace of mind." Wang Gensheng looked at Zhao Ya and smiled proudly.
"Wang Gensheng, what do you mean?" Zhao Ya pursed her lips in anger.
"Sister, I told you before in the square that your family suffered a bloody disaster, but you didn't believe it. With your grandfather's current situation,
If not treated in time, I'm afraid..."
Wang Gensheng did not want to say any more, because if he said any more, it would be frustrating for everyone.
"Doctor Wang, my granddaughter has been spoiled since she was a child. Please don't worry about it. I will ask her to apologize to you in the future." The old man sighed slightly.
"grandfather……"
Zhao Ya felt aggrieved.
Now she is even more convinced that Wang Gensheng is a charlatan who deceives the world with his rhetoric and heresy.
"Okay, I want to talk to Dean Ye about the treatment plan. If you want your grandfather to live well, you'd better shut up." Wang Gensheng's face darkened.
Coming out of the ward, Wang Gensheng was actually not relaxed.
Ye Changming must have known about the old man's condition, but he just didn't dare to take risks.
Returning to Ye Changming's office, Ye Changming asked gently: "Dr. Wang, did you see anything?"
"Dean Ye, it's not what I saw, but what you saw. In other words, you are currently not confident enough to perform the operation."
Wang Gensheng smiled coldly.
"Dr. Wang, I don't understand what you are saying?" Ye Changming became a little submissive.
"With the conditions of your hospital, you can detect lesions anywhere on the patient's body. I can see it with my naked eyes." Wang Gensheng said calmly.
"Dr. Wang, the risk of this operation is too great. Blue Sky Hospital does not dare to take this risk, so I listened to my senior brother and invited you here."
Ye Changming's face turned slightly red and he was ashamed.
"You can tell me now!" Wang Gensheng said with a smile.
"Doctor Wang, the old man once suffered a bomb wound on his head. It is estimated that the medical conditions were limited back then. There is still a small piece of shrapnel in his head.
If the shrapnel is to be removed, the nerve tissue in the head will inevitably be destroyed, and his disease may be cured, but he will remain in a vegetative state for life."
Ye Changming let out a long sigh, looking a little desolate.
Lantian Hospital, the largest and best private hospital in the capital, could not cure Zhao Wuji's disease. He was unwilling to do so, but there was nothing he could do.
"Dean Ye, stop sighing and be ready to arrange surgery at any time!" Wang Gensheng said with a smile.
"Doctor Wang, is it really possible to perform surgery?" Ye Changming was delighted.
"It's not a terminal illness, so how can it not be cured?" Wang Gensheng asked with a smile, with only two words on his face: confidence.
At noon, after lunch, Zhao Wuji's surgery officially began.
Wang Gensheng changed into surgical clothes, put on gloves, a mask, and a hat and went to the operating room with Ye Changming.
In addition to a few assistant doctors and nurses, there were actually a few more men in suits and ties in the operating room.
Their faces were serious and extremely cold.
What is even more unacceptable is that they also have a black box on their waist, which is a real gun.
Wang Gensheng looked at Ye Changming and asked with a sneer: "Dean Ye, what do you mean by this? Why do you want them to stay here? Could it be that the operation failed and they had to be buried?"
"Doctor Wang, these people are the most loyal subordinates of the old man. They have always been concerned about the life and death of the old man, so..." Ye Chang looked helpless.
"Let them out." Wang Gensheng said without thinking.
A gun was pressed against Wang Gensheng's forehead without any warning: "If you want to do it, do it. If you don't do it, get out. Where does all this nonsense come from?"
Wang Gensheng hated being threatened the most in his life. He lowered his head and raised his hand, and the gun in the man's hand was already in Wang Gensheng's hand.
Before the man could react, a gun was placed on his forehead: "Does it feel good to put a gun on someone's head?"
"What do you want to do?" A man next to him looked at Wang Gensheng with anger on his face.
"I want to ask what you want to do?" Wang Gensheng asked loudly.
Zhao Ya's angry scolding came from behind: "You two, get out, my grandfather is doing surgery, why are you coming in to interfere?"
"Miss." A man looked helpless.
"Go away, you are standing in the operating room with guns and ammunition, who is still in the mood for surgery?" Zhao Ya said angrily again.
The two men retreated obediently. Wang Gensheng whirled the gun in his hand a few times and threw it over: "Remember, don't play with guns easily.
I am the ancestor who played with guns. If I try to kill you, you won’t even know how you died."
The man took the gun and was furious. Without thinking, he pulled the trigger on Wang Gensheng.
"Pap." Two sounds.
But it wasn't a gunshot, it was a slap in the face.
Wang Gensheng's slap hit the man's face very quickly: "I feel really sad for you, it's shameful."
The man was blinded. He could never have imagined at what point the bullets in the pistol were removed by the young man in front of him.