"You ・・・・・・ you ・・・・・・" Feng Xueying was shocked by Wen Ziqing's sudden domineering and took two steps back before she stood still. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, Feng Xueying felt that Wen Ziqing was like a wolf cub who protected food, if she said another word not to marry that country girl, Wen Ziqing might pounce on her and tear her apart.

Feng Xueying scolded secretly, but she didn't dare to say anything unpleasant.

Zhao Qingshan ignored Feng Xueying's shouting, and just like when he came in, he circled around Feng Xueying three times and two times, and Gu Zi walked out of the door.

Seeing this, Wen Ziqing immediately followed behind Zhao Qingshan, he knew that Zhao Qingshan must have gone to find the attending doctor.

Wen Ziqing's heart was full of worry, in his previous life, Wen Yiran was also in a coma and admitted to the hospital, but Wen Yiran's condition that time was not as serious as this time. At least, Wen Yiran at that time was sober the next day.

How capable Zhao Qingshan is, Wen Ziqing knows it very well in his heart. The Zhao family's martial arts are unfathomable, the Zhao family has a long history of medicine, and even the six-year-old Zhou Yuanyuan is decent when he fiddles with the silver needle, not to mention Zhao Qingshan, who has seen people for decades.

Wen Ziqing had a feeling that the person who could cure his grandfather Wen Yiran was none other than Zhao Qingshan.

Dr. Hu is 65 years old this year, although his hair is completely white, but his roots are shining silver, and his red face is full of energy, which makes people feel very good at first sight. To put it simply, Dr. Hu looks like a miracle doctor.

Dr. Hu is a living signboard of Qingshan People's Hospital, and he is still a shining kind. Dr. Hu specializes in acupuncture, and three years ago, he once made a patient who had been paralyzed for three years walk again, and for a time he became famous throughout Qingshan City. Even in Shangjing, there are patients who come to see Dr. Hu for treatment.

When Wen Yiran walked into Dr. Hu's office, Dr. Hu was taking the pulse of a middle-aged man. As a doctor, when Dr. Hu reached the status of Dr. Hu, the number of patients he saw every day was fixed, and Dr. Hu only saw ten patients a day, and he would not see any more.

The middle-aged man has been in line for almost half a month, and today he can be regarded as arranged.

Seeing Zhao Qingshan walk into the consultation room, Dr. Hu jumped up directly from the stool and stopped looking sick.

The middle-aged man was stunned, but he dared not speak out.

"Teacher, why are you here? When Dr. Hu saw Zhao Qingshan, his face was full of surprise and excitement, and he was like a nervous child, hoping to be praised and affirmed by Zhao Qingshan.

The middle-aged man who was seeing a doctor looked up and saw that the silver-haired Dr. Hu was standing in front of the black-haired Zhao Qingshan and called the teacher.

"Nakara. Zhao Qingshan smiled and nodded, not denying that Dr. Hu called him.

Threesome, the master is the teacher. Although he Zhao Qingshan is not a skilled doctor, he is also younger than Hu Zhongliang. But with the technique of instructing Hu Zhongliang in acupuncture and moxibustion a few times, he can be regarded as half of Hu Zhongliang's master.

"The teacher is free to come to Qingshan City, why don't you make a phone call in advance, so that Zhongliang can pick you up at the station? I happen to have a tricky patient and want the teacher to help. Dr. Hu's face bloomed with a smile. Is this a pillow that happened to him when he wanted to fall asleep? Wen Yiran's illness made him helpless, and God sent the teacher to him.

Hu Zhongliang will never forget Zhao Qingshan's guidance. Traditional Chinese medicine is generally a family tradition, in order to make the family prosperous, many traditional Chinese medicine families will not leak the slightest ancestral secret recipe, let alone the secret of acupuncture. Meeting Zhao Qingshan is the luckiest thing in Hu Zhongliang's life, if it weren't for Zhao Qingshan's guidance, he would not have Hu Zhongliang's status as a leader in the Chinese medicine industry today.

"I'm coming to the hospital to see an old friend, and I'm going to see you. Zhao Qingshan spoke more directly, and he was not polite to Hu Zhongliang, and asked directly: "I heard that Wen Yiran's attending doctor is you, I want to know about his situation." ”

"Teacher, are you here to see Wen Yiran?" Hu Zhongliang felt that his luck was really good, Wen Yiran's brain congestion was a little tricky, and with Hu Zhongliang's medical skills, he didn't dare to put an injection in Wen Yiran's head at will.

Seeing Zhao Qingshan talking about Wen Yiran's condition, Dr. Hu was greatly relieved.

Dr. Hu just wanted to discuss Wen Yiran's condition with Zhao Qingshan, but in a blink of an eye, he saw that the middle-aged man who came to see the doctor was still in the consultation room, so he hurriedly walked to the table, picked up a pen and wrote a prescription, and handed it to the middle-aged man who was sitting at the table and looked a little stunned.

"Huh?" the middle-aged man was stunned.

"Your medicine. Three times a day, after half a month, come back for follow-up. Doctor Hu didn't care whether the middle-aged man understood or not, and waved his hand to let the middle-aged man leave as if chasing flies.

The middle-aged man didn't dare to choke with Dr. Hu, nor did he dare to ask Dr. Hu if he had any intention to treat him, so he took Dr. Hu's prescription and left the consultation room in a daze.

"Teacher, it's great that you're here, Wen Yiran's illness, I think it should be ・・・・・・like this" The middle-aged man walked out of the door, and was about to stop to listen to what Dr. Hu had to say, but was shivered by the young man standing by the door with a pair of cold eyes.

The middle-aged man had no choice but to speed up his pace. What Dr. Hu said later, the middle-aged people naturally didn't hear it.

Wen Ziqing stared coldly at the middle-aged man's back, and a trace of doubt flashed in her heart. This middle-aged man behaved a little strangely, looking like he knew his grandfather Wen Yiran.

However, Wen Ziqing remembered very well that in his past and present lives, he saw this middle-aged man for the first time today, and it was certain that this person had nothing to do with the Wen family.

Wen Ziqing was worried about Wen Yiran in the ward, and did not chase the middle-aged man's back out, and naturally did not see the middle-aged man's next moves.

The middle-aged man held Dr. Hu's prescription in his hand, and instead of going to the hospital's billing office, he left the hospital and came to the post and telecommunications office.

After the middle-aged man arrived at the post and telecommunications office, he handed over two yuan at the counter and asked for a private room to make a call.

When the phone rang for the second time, a young man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Old K, what's the matter?"

"Young Master, Wen Yiran is hospitalized. The voice of the middle-aged man known as Lao K was a little excited: "It seems that the illness is quite serious, and even the Holy Hand Hu can't be cured." ”

Lao K felt that today was really his lucky day, first he got the number of Dr. Hu, and then he heard such exciting inside information in the process of seeing a doctor. Wen Yiran is the most outstanding political star of the Wen family over the years, and Lao K remembers that the young master once said that if anyone in the Wen family can enter that high-level circle in recent years, it must be Wen Yiran.