Fu Cheng was asked such a rhetorical question, and his heart instantly choked, and his heart was that Master asked me to come to you.

Fu Cheng naturally wouldn't say this, coughed, and said with a little guilt: "He is also helpless." ”

"Since even your master can't help it, it's really no way, don't add pressure to yourself, whether it's Chinese medicine or Western medicine, no one can guarantee that you can be foolproof if you eat it." Wang Lao comforted.

As a doctor, Wang Lao has long been familiar with this situation.

Fu Cheng didn't want Wang Lao's comfort, according to usual, if he heard him say such things, he didn't need to ask more, but Old Man Song's situation was different.

Fu Cheng took two steps forward, handed out the medical record book in his hand, and said cheekily: "This patient is a friend's father, otherwise Mr. Wang, you can help you look at the examination data?" ”

Seeing this, Wang Lao nodded, "Okay, I'll take a look." ”

He took the medical notebook.

Fu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

It only took two or three minutes for Elder Wang to read the medical records, and then he raised his head and looked at Fu Cheng, "What kind of medicine did you give to the patient before?" ”

"Just a prescription for boosting immunity." Fu Cheng paused and said the names of a few medicinal materials.

Wang Lao stroked his beard, and then said: "The medicine refined by your prescription has a strong effect, and it is used on an old man in his seventies, and it is only a matter of time before something goes wrong." ”

Fu Cheng didn't expect that Wang Lao would poke at the crux of the problem just by listening to what he said, and after a pause, he quickly said, "Then there is a way to save it?" ”

Wang Lao shook his head, "I looked at the data, I'm afraid it's a little difficult, even the symptomatic S-grade drugs don't have much effect, the patient himself has had a bone marrow transplant, and drug allergies occur during the bone marrow reconstruction period, which is already extremely damaged." ”

Fu Cheng's expression darkened a little.

Wang Lao glanced at Fu Cheng and shook his head slightly, this Fu Cheng's ability is there, but he is too eager for quick success, and he is a little out of proportion with his medication.

"You are a sick patient, I can't do anything about it, it's not early, I have to catch a plane." Wang Lao glanced at the time again.

Seeing this, Fu Cheng smiled bitterly: "Is there really no way to save it?" The main person is the old man of the Song family, and I am afraid that it will have a bad impact on the association at that time. ”

When Wang Lao heard this, the expression on his face was not as approachable as Fang Cai, but a little more aggressive, "You know that this will happen, but you still take medicine to the patient, which can only mean that it is your own problem." ”

Fu Cheng listened to Wang Lao's slightly cold voice, the whole person subconsciously shrank, he raised his head to look at Wang Lao, the other party's eyes had a sharpness that knew everything, and that sharpness was even more direct to the hearts of the people than his master.

Fu Cheng hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at him again.

He forgot one thing, after all, Wang Lao is the president of the association, can it be so simple for someone to sit in this position?

All appearances of kindness exist on the premise that people are infallible.

If you want to use the reputation of the association to win the president, this is undoubtedly digging a hole for yourself.

"I'm sorry President, but this incident was my mistake." Fu Cheng admitted his mistake in a low voice, and his attitude seemed to be very sincere.

Wang Lao shook his head in disappointment again, "Let's have a snack." ”

Fu Cheng's head hung lower.

Wang Lao didn't want to care about Fu Cheng's, but he didn't want to affect the reputation of the association because of his, so he flipped through the medical records in his hand again.