"Director Wan, look, she also gave Academician Shen an injection." A girl in her teens and 19 years old in a nurse's uniform was surprised.

Zhan Xinyue glanced coldly at the surprised nurse, then glanced at the clock on the wall. It was just time to remove the needle, so she ignored the unimportant people and things and concentrated on taking out the silver needle.

"Don't move. This is Academician Shen. If you hurt his body, can you bear the responsibility?" The nurse rushed over with a sharp voice.

Sheng Tunan looked over coldly and was about to stand up to stop the nurse when Shen Fuyao had already kicked out.

Nurse 께 ran in a hurry and didn't see the outstretched foot, so she tripped and fell. She waved her hands a few times, trying to regain her balance. Shen Zhiyan picked up a spear and threw it casually, hitting Nurse 께's knee. She screamed and fell to the ground.

"Ouch, who are you? Why did you trip me?" The nurse screamed in pain. She didn't know that she fell because she was hit by Li. She got up and sat on the ground, staring at Shen Fuyao.

"Director Wan, how come anyone can enter our military hospital? They are so clumsy and even yell at patients in their homes. Do they look like nurses at all?"

Shen Fuyao didn't even look at the nurse. He disdained to talk to such a person. He looked at Wan Zhiqiang with a half-smile.

Shen Peifeng nodded and asked seriously, "Dean Wan, she wouldn't have come in through the back door, right?"

Wan Zhiqiang's old face flushed, his expression a little unnatural, and he said in a low voice: "No, no, Chen Meili is not a nurse, but a clerk in charge of coordinating the patient queues in the outpatient clinic. There are too many patients who have registered with me, and I need a comrade like Chen Meili to calm my emotions."

Shen Zhixian blinked his eyes and asked, "She herself is emotionally unstable, how can she comfort a patient?"

Wan Zhiqiang was stubborn and said, "Comrade Chen Meili is not like this usually. She just got excited because she saw someone giving Academician Shen acupuncture randomly. This is also for the sake of Academician Shen's health. It is understandable."

Wan Zhiqiang glanced at Chen Meili lying on the ground, and seeing her crying, he said distressedly, "Comrade Chen Meili, you get up first."

Chen Meili stood up, holding her ached waist, and walked behind Wan Zhiqiang sobbing.

"Why didn't the office staff stay in the office and run out to provide emergency treatment?" Sheng Tunan stood up. His nearly 1.9-meter-tall figure was full of pressure.

Wan Zhiqiang had never met Sheng Tunan, but judging from his aura, he guessed that he should be a senior military commander. After all, there were many outstanding military leaders in Beijing, and many of them had become military commanders at a young age.

Wan Zhiqiang thought that Sheng Tunan came to visit Shen Min'e on behalf of the troops, and immediately smiled ingratiatingly.

"Commander, the main thing is that our hospital attaches great importance to Academician Shen. In addition to Chen Meili, we also brought four medical staff. Of course, we also brought the most advanced imported instruments in the hospital."

At this time, Zhan Xinyue had pulled out all the needles, and took Shen Min'e's pulse. Knowing that her father-in-law had fully recovered, she began to disinfect the silver needles with alcohol.

Wan Zhiqiang wanted to perform well in front of the leader, so he signaled the medical staff to bring in the equipment and said to Zhan Xinyue,

"I don't know how you managed to get in and give Dean Shen an acupuncture treatment, but you lied without thinking."

Sheng Tunan frowned and was about to retort when Zhan Xinyue stopped him with a look. The leader immediately lost his temper and sat down to watch his wife's performance quietly.

"What lie did I tell?" Zhan Xinyue looked at Wan Zhiqiang leisurely.

"How can Academician Shen have diabetes when he doesn't have acanthosis nigricans on his face and neck? And his belly isn't that big."

Wan Zhiqiang raised his head proudly, "Some time ago, Academician Shen was hospitalized. I carefully recorded his diet and daily life, and he did not show any symptoms of diabetes."

The so-called more and less means eating more and drinking more, defecating more, and losing weight.

Zhan Xinyue didn't comment, glanced at the instrument behind her, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Is your instrument accurate?"

"Of course it's accurate," Wan Zhiqiang said, "Our hospital spent a lot of money to buy this from abroad. It's definitely a hundred times more accurate than the so-called "looking, smelling, asking and feeling" of Chinese medicine."

Wan Zhiqiang is an overseas student who has studied Western medicine for six years and has acquired some skills. After seeing the power of modern instruments, he looks down on traditional Chinese medicine and thinks that taking the pulse and reading the face are just cheating and deceiving patients.

How can you conclude that someone has diabetes just by checking their pulse? !

Facing Wan Zhiqiang's provocation, Zhan Xinyue did not get angry, and asked, "Do any of these instruments measure blood sugar?"

"Now, let's test it."

Zhan Xinyue nodded, "But as far as I know, Western medicine does not test for diabetes, and needs to refer to fasting and 76g glucose tests."

"You know a lot. It seems that you have done a lot of homework in order to defraud money?" Wan Zhiqiang said sarcastically.

Zhan Xinyue said calmly, "Academician Shen just had a meal and drank some wine. It's definitely not accurate to test it now. We can wait until tomorrow."

Objectively speaking, this makes sense. But when Wan Zhiqiang heard it, he automatically thought that Zhan Xinyue was guilty and didn't dare to verify it now, fearing that Shen Min'e's blood sugar was not high and his lie would be exposed in front of him!

"Are you scared? Are you ready to run away?"

"I won't run." Zhan Xinyue was still indifferent, as if she didn't take Wan Zhiqiang seriously at all!

"You!" Wan Zhiqiang was so angry at Zhan Xinyue's calm attitude that he gritted his teeth and said, "If he really has diabetes, his blood sugar will soar after a meal. I'll test it now, and Academician Shen's blood sugar will definitely not exceed 8."

Wan Zhiqiang seemed to be irritated by Zhan Xinyue's nonchalant attitude and asked, "Do you dare to bet with me?"

Zhan Xinyue: "Why not? What are you betting on?"

"If Academician Shen's blood sugar level is not above 50, then you are lying. Go to the police station and turn yourself in now."

"No!" Without waiting for Zhan Xinyue to answer, Shen Min'e said: "I believe in Comrade Zhan Xinyue, she will never lie to me, she loves me..."

"Academician Shen," Zhan Xinyue interrupted Shen Min'e. Now she didn't want Wan Zhiqiang to know that she was Shen Min'e's daughter-in-law, that would be no fun.

"I am confident. When I took your pulse just now, I could feel that your blood sugar level was high."

Shen Min'e didn't disbelieve Zhan Xinyue. He was a scientist and knew a little about diabetes. Even if he had diabetes, his blood sugar would fluctuate. What if his blood sugar was less than 8 now?

Am I supposed to watch Zhan Xinyue surrender herself to the police station?

On the first day after my eldest son came home to meet his parents, my eldest daughter-in-law went to the police station to get me medical treatment. How could this be possible?!

Shen Min'e still wanted to persuade him.

"Dad," Sheng Tunan walked behind Shen Min'e without knowing when, "Believe in Xinyue."

Shen Min'e turned around, looked at his eldest son's determined eyes, nodded, and said to Zhan Xinyue: "Okay, let's do a blood test."

Wan Zhiqiang didn't hear Sheng Tunan calling Shen Min'e "Dad". When he heard that the blood test could be done, he immediately asked someone to prepare to draw Shen Min'e's venous blood.

"Wait," Zhan Xinyue suddenly spoke as she saw the needle was about to pierce Shen Min'e's vein.

Chen Meili peeked out from behind Wan Zhiqiang and sneered, "Are you scared? If you are, then go and ask our director to spare you!"