Li Chengming, who walked easily, pushed the door in, and saw at a glance that the young doctor who made him love and hate yesterday was thinking about life in front of the white wall.

Well, that's what is commonly known as a daze.

It has been open for more than half a day, and there is not a single patient, Yang Yonghui is bored, so he sorts out the relevant information collected in his mind for more than a month. To outsiders, he was motionless, and he really looked like he was in a daze.

The little nurse sitting on the other side reacted immediately and reminded Yang Yonghui softly.

"Doctor Yang, someone is coming. Dr. Yang!"

"Oh? ”

After screaming twice in succession, Yang Yonghui finally woke up from his contemplation.

"It's great to finally have a patient come to the door?"

Hearing this, Guan Weihao's already somewhat darkened face darkened a little more.

If it weren't for Li Chengming's relationship, he would have scolded a few times angrily, slammed the door and left.

This guy who is too young is really unreliable.

If he had known that visiting a doctor would turn into a medical visit for no reason, he would not have come to the hospital today.

Guan Weihao's face was not good, but he didn't expect that Yang Yonghui looked up and saw the two of them, and his face was also not very good.

"Huh~ Why are you? You came to the door, could it be that there is any change in your son's condition?"

He doesn't have much of an opinion on this rich businessman, and it's too normal for a rich and powerful person to be arrogant. If it weren't for himself, Yang Yonghui wouldn't bother to bother with him.

Moreover, the attitude of the latter couple changed quickly and apologized to him, and Yang Yonghui did not take this matter to heart.

It's just that now Li Chengming has come to the door, and Yang Yonghui thinks that it is for his son's business. In other words, the first patient ate fried beard again, and it is strange that Yang Yonghui's face can be good-looking.

Li Chengming smiled and had a sincere attitude.

"How can it be, Dr. Yang's medical skills are excellent, my son Dingmin has been treated by your own hands, and his condition has completely improved, and now he can sit up by himself and drink porridge with his own hands. ”

"Oh, is it alright? That's good. ！”

Yang Yonghui waved his hand and said a little listlessly.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Guan Weihao thinks that this young doctor may still hope that the patient will not get better so soon, and it is better to have some small situation?

He shook his head vigorously and shook the strange thought out.

Then, he heard Li Chengming say.

"Yesterday I saw Dr. Yang's excellent medical skills, and today my friend came to visit the patient, and said that he has chronic laryngitis, so I specially brought him over and asked Dr. Yang to help him see him. ”

At his suggestion, Guan Weihao reluctantly walked in front of Yang Yonghui.

Yang Yonghui's eyes lit up, like a refugee who had been hungry for a few days, and suddenly saw the Manchu and Han full seats in front of him.

"What do you call this patient?"

The other party's eyes looked at the little sheep like a big bad wolf, which made Guan Weihao uncomfortable.

"My name is Guan Weihao. ”

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Guan. I wonder where Mr. Kwan feels uncomfortable?"

Since they are already standing here, Guan Weihao has no choice but to retreat now, so he can only answer hard.

"I had an upset throat and was diagnosed in another hospital with chronic laryngitis. ”

The so-called long-term illness becomes a good doctor, although Guan Weihao does not have the potential to become a doctor, but he still knows the common sense that chronic laryngitis cannot be cured. He hopes to raise the name of this disease and let Yang Yonghui retreat.

But how did he know that the doctor Yang on the other side knew almost nothing about traditional medicine. He had no idea which was more difficult to treat, chronic pharyngitis or common cold and fever.

"Oh, it turned out to be chronic laryngitis, this is easy to do. ”

Yang Yonghui nodded calmly, with the style of a famous medical expert, and half turned around to greet the little nurse behind.

"Give me a needle. ”

Guan Weihao saw that this young doctor seemed to be accustomed to chronic laryngitis, and did not react in any special way, and his heart was worried.

Will you do it?

So many experts and professors at home and abroad have no good treatment for this disease, and you, a young doctor in a municipal tertiary hospital, dare to say such a big thing as "easy to do"?

Is it because you, Dr. Yang, are you too good, or are you too good at finding all those experts and professors by yourself?

For this question, there is almost no need to think about it, and Guan Weihao is very sure of his answer.

Especially when he saw Yang Yonghui take over those cold and shining silver needles from the little nurse's hand.

All these things are going to be pierced on me?

Oh my god!

Isn't it okay if I'm cured?

He knew in his heart what the key to the matter was, turned his head like a help, and looked at Li Chengming behind him.

Unexpectedly, Li Chengming saw Yang Yonghui take out the silver needle, and his eyes lit up.

"Mr. Guan, please rest assured. Yesterday, Dr. Yang gave my son the same acupuncture to remove toxins from his body. ”

Guan Weihao nodded with a bitter face, and resigned himself to the hospital bed under the leadership of the little nurse.

Although he still doesn't think that this Dr. Yang can really cure his chronic laryngitis, from Li Chengming's words, at least his acupuncture level is still worth looking forward to.

At the very least, it shouldn't cure itself, right?

Guan Weihao's mood became worse because of Yang Yonghui's next sentence.

"I think Mr. Guan, you not only have a throat problem, but also some minor problems in your lungs, stomach, and intestines. I'm going to give you a needle anyway, so I'll solve these little problems for you. ”

Hey, Dr. Yang, although you have good intentions, isn't this a little too hasty?

This is a cure, not a vegetable market to sell vegetables, buy a fish and give a green onion.

I understand your intentions, can I?

Guan Weihao wailed in his heart, and was about to open his mouth to refuse, but Yang Yonghui couldn't help but say, his hand fell with a needle, and he pricked it.

Well?

The needles were all pierced in his body, Guan Weihao didn't dare to move, and he didn't even dare to say more.

Then he was surprised to find that the sharp silver needle pierced his body, and it didn't hurt at all.

On the contrary, there was a thin warm current that was introduced into his body from the silver needle, making him almost cry out in comfort.

After the little nurse next to him handed Yang Yonghui the needle, there was nothing to do. A pair of bright big eyes flashed, watching Yang Yonghui's every movement without blinking.

Yesterday's miraculous acupuncture and moxibustion skills, will it create miracles again today?

Li Chengming, who brought people over, also observed the silver needle in Yang Yonghui's hand, and every expression on Wei Hao's face was faintly a little nervous and expectant.

Although his son was rescued by Yang Yonghui yesterday, Li Chengming still has a lot of doubts about the young doctor's medical skills.

After all, Yang Yonghui's operation is too coquettish, not rigorous at all, and even less logical.

But if Guan Weihao's chronic pharyngitis can also be cured by Yang Yonghui with a silver needle, then it can be completely determined that this young man who acts informally is really a hidden master with superb medical skills.

(End of chapter)