What made Murong Xian Xian depressed was that outside Guiyun Villa, it was a very irritating thing to take the bus, and her motorcycle was not there, and it took three times to change cars before arriving at the central hospital, and it was already half past one in the afternoon when she arrived.

As soon as he entered the hall, the mobile phone rang, Murong Xianxian hurriedly answered, and Su Zhiqiang's voice came from inside: "Miss Murong, where are you now?"

"Mr. Su, I'm in the hospital lobby now. Murong Xianxian replied.

"Great, I'm on my way to the hospital now, and it will take a while to arrive, you take the elevator to the fifteenth floor first, and I'll arrange for someone to pick you up." ”

Dalian Central Hospital is one of the largest hospitals in the city, not only with many beds, but also with strong medical force, which can be called the world's most advanced medical equipment and the most skilled medical staff in the country. Above the twelfth floor is the intensive care ward, which is much stricter than the ordinary ward, and it is impossible to enter without ID card and the permission of the visitor.

As soon as Murong Xianxian stepped out of the elevator, a middle-aged woman with a beautiful face who was dressed and walked up to her: "Hello, you are the Miss Murong that Zhiqiang said, right? ”

Zhang Hongmei looked at Murong Xianxian with a little surprise, although she already knew that the other party was very young, but when she saw her, she was still surprised, she couldn't believe that such a beautiful girl was the heir of the 'Hidden Divine Doctor'.

Murong Xianxian was also looking at Zhang Hongmei, behind the smile on this woman's face, the shrewdness and vigilance hidden were obvious, but there was nothing strange about her, if the roles were reversed, she might be like this.

The intensive care ward is indeed luxuriously furnished and thoughtful, the carpet in the corridor is like walking on the clouds, but it will never make people feel fluctuating, the solid carpet absorbs all the sounds, and when she enters a ward, she finds that there are two big men guarding there outside the door, and for a while Murong Xianxian has a feeling of seeing the boss of the underworld...... Probably rich people think that all strangers are ill-intentioned, right?

Da was aware of Murong Xianxian's gaze, Zhang Hongmei explained with a smile: "Miss Murong, these two are security guards of the company, mainly to prevent unrelated people from disturbing my father-in-law's rest. ”

Murong Xianxian nodded, as long as he didn't deal with her later. She was a little nervous right now, but she wasn't an inexperienced charlatan. Murong Xianxian's first patient was Murong Xiaoxiao, at that time, because Xiaoxiao didn't know how to cooperate, she didn't know how many bruises she had been pinched out by her younger brother. Later, during the holidays, she would often go out with her master, although Zhu Guoen did not take it lightly, but during that time, in order to cultivate her, Zhu Guoen took her to a farther place to look for 'test subjects', but the two often changed their appearance, and no one knew their identities at all, until Murong Xianxian completely mastered the two acupuncture techniques.

It is worthy of being a special invitation ward, the environment is quite good, if it were not for those rescue and monitoring instruments, as well as the faint smell of disinfectant in the air, I would not have imagined that this is a ward. It was only when he saw the old man on the hospital bed that Murong Xian's eyes moved slightly.

The old man was already asleep, Murong Xianxian did not come closer, but stood at the door and looked around, then turned around and left the door, gently closing the door.

"Miss Murong, when do you think we will treat my father-in-law?"

"What is your identity?"

Murong Xianxian asked, "I need to confirm your relationship with the patient, and I also need to know how many decisions you can do. ”

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, smelling, asking, and cutting, which is the work of the eyes, which belongs to the highest realm; smelling is the work of the nose, which is secondary; asking is the work of the mouth, and judging the patient's condition through guò inquiry, and again; the last "cut" is to take the pulse, which is the last level of effort, and it is also the way of Chinese medicine to treat patients.

Murong Xian has practiced the eight methods of contemplating qi, which is the kung fu of 'hope'. In fact, looking at the old man's face, she already had some certainty, but she felt that her clinical experience was insufficient, and she still needed to confirm it by cutting her pulse...... Although she is not a doctor, since she wants to treat people, she must do things with a serious and cautious attitude, after all, this is a human life.

"Miss Murong, you should already know the identity of the patient, he is my father-in-law, and my name is Zhang Hongmei. ”

Zhang Hongmei's introduction is very concise...... She always felt that this girl didn't look like a doctor with special skills. However, she also seemed to have forgotten one thing - Murong Xianxian was not a doctor in the first place.

"Ms. Zhang, I'll go in now and check Mr. Su's pulse. But before that, there are some things that are better to be explained clearly, and you can think about it with Mr. Su after you write it down. If I can help, those conditions must be agreed, and if I can't help, then these conditions will be abandoned, and this is also to be in a hurry, what do you think?"

Zhang Hongmei thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, you say, I'll remember it." ”

She took out a notebook and pen from her bag.

"First of all, you need to draw up a statement that it is entirely voluntary for the patient and the family to ask me to help with the treatment in the ancient Chinese medicine treatment, and the patient and the family have to sign and put their fingerprints on it.

Secondly, the treatment itself is dangerous, because the patient's condition is very bad, so it should be noted that I will not be held responsible in case of an accident.

Thirdly, the patient's family is not allowed to disclose the treatment process and my information to outsiders in any form, and sign a confidentiality agreement.

Finally, during the medical process, only family members can observe, but they are not allowed to interfere with my work, and after the treatment of my condition improved significantly, I immediately transferred 500,000 RMB to my designated account, and after 10 days, the treatment effect stabilized, and 500,000 RMB was added again.

Note that what I mean by steady dìng is not a cure, but only a restoration to the condition he had before the onset of the disease. ”

One million is nothing to Zhang Hongmei, and she is even willing to pay more money, but the results of this treatment are ...... She frowned slightly: "Miss Murong, can't it be cured? Money is not a problem, and the healing time is not a problem." ”

"Ms. Zhang, for the time being, there is no way to cure Mr. Su's illness for the time being. "Murong Xianxian can't help it, maybe after accepting the next stage of inheritance, there will be a way to heal, but now it definitely can't.

Temporarily?

Zhang Hongmei's eyes lit up, but she didn't immediately ask, since there was hope, she was not in a hurry to ask now.

"I'll go in now to check Mr. Su's pulse, and when Mr. Su comes over, you can discuss it as much as possible." After Murong Xianxian finished speaking, he gently pushed the door and entered the room.

Soon after she entered, Su Zhiqiang also hurried back, and after Zhang Hongmei introduced the situation to him, he came to the door and looked inside through the glass window, and saw that Murong Xianxian was there to diagnose the old man's pulse, so he turned around and came back and discussed with Zhang Hongmei the conditions proposed by Murong Xianxian one by one.