"Generally, scars can be completely removed, and the effect on eliminating dull skin imperfections is also obvious, that is, the effect should be at least a month or more. Ye Qinghan said with a smile. As soon as he said this, Xiang Dero had already abruptly stood up from his chair, with a shocked look on his face.

"Xiaoyou is a little arrogant, not to mention some small scars in daily life, it is a huge market in itself. Even Western medicine has so many surgeries every year, and the treatment of scars has always been a big problem. With the continuous development of science and technology in recent years, we can only minimize the wound or non-invasive surgery, once there is a scar, no one dares to say that it will be completely removed! If your prescription can really solve this problem, it is not just as simple as cosmetics!" said Xiang Deluo with a solemn face.

"I know that most women will take care of their appearance and care more about scars, but where do other people care about these?

"That's because if you don't do it, you can't do it, and those people can only choose to accept it. If there really is a good medicine that can completely eliminate scars, even an old guy like me wants to get rid of a few scars on his body that are not pleasing to the eye!" Xiang Dero smiled bitterly and rolled up his sleeves, there was a thumb-sized scar on his thin forearm, although it was not big, it looked very glaring. If you wear a short outfit in the summer, it will stand out.

"When you say this, it seems that my prescription is really a bit remarkable! If you have time tomorrow morning, go over and take a look! When the time comes, I will get you a set of products, and this little scar will basically be eliminated after about a month of medication. Ye Qinghan smiled indifferently.

"I'll talk about tomorrow tomorrow, after dinner, I'm going to work, can you follow me to have a look? It just so happens that there is a consultation this afternoon, you can also help take a look!" Xiang Dero smiled and waved his hand, and continued reluctantly.

Seeing that Ye Qinghan was about to speak, Xiang Deluo said with some urgency: "I'm already old, and I'm going to retire soon." There are some things that you can't do, but you have to do your last part, and you don't refuse me!"

Seeing that Xiang Deluo's old face was a little gloomy, Han Jingwen reached out and pushed Ye Qinghan's arm and said, "Anyway, you can't help anything with my sister's side in the past, so let's go and have a look with Dean Xiang!"

Ye Qinghan glanced at Han Jingwen, nodded and said, "Okay, then go and have a look!"

"I have to go to work in the afternoon, and I can't drink, so I'll toast you with tea instead of wine, and welcome you all the way to thank you for fulfilling a little wish of my bad old man!" Xiang Droz laughed like a child who had received a beloved toy.

"Hello to the dean!"

"Hello to the dean!"

Walking in the slightly dilapidated Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, every medical staff who saw Xiang Deluo would stop and salute Xiang Deluo respectfully. Ye Qinghan could see that their respect came from the bottom of their hearts, and they respected Xiang Deluo as a person, not his identity as the dean.

The Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine is located next to the World Trade Center, and although it bears the name of the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, it is not large. There are only six or seven buildings in total, and the tallest inpatient building is only more than 30 floors, which is not even as large as the central hospital in Xiling City. You must know that this is the provincial capital of Chu Province, and the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine is the largest traditional Chinese medicine in the entire Chu Province. Provincial traditional Chinese medicine hospitals are in such a situation, so it is not difficult to guess what the traditional Chinese medicine hospitals in other cities in Chu Province have become like.

"Dean, you can count it, the family members of the patient in the thirty-second bed are making a fuss, saying that they are going to be transferred to the hospital! We don't listen to any persuasion, you can hurry up and take a look!" Just walked out of the elevator room, a young nurse was already waiting at the elevator entrance, and said anxiously after seeing Xiang Deluo.

"Nonsense, he can't completely cure the root cause of that situation anywhere, what better way can there be besides traditional Chinese medicine recuperation? There is still a constraint in China, and he really has to go to those private clinics abroad. A Chinese man lying on their operating table is a bright and bright ingot. In the end, the money was spent, not to mention, and it would be hurt by those messy hormone drugs, how should the disease develop, how will it develop!" Xiang Droz raised his eyebrows, muttered a little hateful to iron and steel, and walked towards the depths of the corridor.

Ye Qinghan didn't know why Xiang Deluo was so excited, in his opinion, the patients in the hospital were just patients, if they didn't believe that they could treat their diseases here, they would transfer to the hospital if they wanted to, why force it?

"What do you mean? It can't be cured here, and it can't be transferred to a good hospital? We thought that Dean Xiang, who you call a miracle doctor, would have a way to deal with my daughter's illness, but how do you know that there is no difference between this place and those Chinese medicine clinics outside, except for the needle, which is traditional Chinese medicine, the condition has not improved in the slightest. In that case, why should I let my daughter suffer here?" Before they reached the ward, several people heard a woman's slightly angry voice in the corridor.

"This patient's family, please calm down, please believe that our purpose is the same, we all want to make the patient get better faster. He has repeatedly explained to the dean that the patient must recuperate for a period of time. Transferring to a hospital abroad for treatment has a tiring impact on the patient, and in case of an accident, no one wants to see the result. When they walked to the door of the ward, they saw a nurse patiently explaining to a richly dressed middle-aged woman. The middle-aged woman had a haggard face, obviously a little absent-minded, and did not listen to the nurse's words.

"Dean Xiang, you are here just in time! You are a highly respected senior in the medical field in the entire Chu Province, and you are also a miracle doctor respected by countless people. We are here for you! I want to ask you for an accurate word, can my daughter's illness be cured here?" The middle-aged woman saw Xiang Deluo appear, walked in front of him in a few steps, looked at his old face with red eyes, gritted her teeth and asked.

Ye Qinghan's gaze passed through the crowd and looked at the patient on the hospital bed. Lying on the hospital bed was a beautiful young girl covered with a thick blanket. The thin eyebrows are curved, the eyes are closed, the long eyelashes are gently fluttering, and the long black hair is scattered randomly on the white pillow, which has a weak beauty, which makes people feel a little pity unconsciously.

The girl's face was a little pale, her brows were furrowed, her dry lips were slightly open and closed, and she was breathing rapidly. It's easy to see that she's in pain right now.

"Don't make a fuss, if you delay for a few more minutes, the patient can be sent directly to the crematorium!" Ye Qinghan, who heard that Xiang Dero behind him was still explaining something softly to the middle-aged woman, and walked up to take the girl's pulse, frowned and said loudly.