Old Mrs. Jin looked at the doctor beside her and said, "Doctor, is my son's illness really that serious?"
The doctor nodded. "This is the first time I've seen this happen. This disease needs to be treated as soon as possible. Delaying treatment is not good for the patient's recovery."
Old Mrs. Jin pondered for a moment, glanced at the Lin family, and then set her eyes on Han Bing again, "I promise you, you will tell me where Doctor Su is." The most important thing now is to cure her son. Only when her son's body recovers can she have a grandson to hug in the future.
Han Bing raised his lips and smiled, then stood up and looked at the doctor, "Doctor, please give us a certificate."
"Okay." The doctor nodded. He had also heard about Lin Muzhu's story. It was a pity that she died at such a young age. As Lin Muzhu's mother-in-law and husband, it was only natural for Mrs. Jin and her son to handle the deceased's funeral.
Old Mrs. Jin frowned and urged, "Hurry up and tell me." What if her son really couldn't have children if she delayed any longer?
"Doctor Su is in the dean's office." Han Bing said slowly.
Upon hearing this, Old Lady Jin hurriedly ran towards the dean's office.
Su Jinyue, Zhan Yihan, Lin Musheng and the hospital's director Li Binglin were chatting in the director's office.
"Doctor Su, will you stay in the capital this time?" Lin Musheng asked. He was the director of the military hospital. He came here today to discuss something with Li Binglin. He didn't expect to meet Su Jinyue. It was a pleasant surprise.
Su Jinyue smiled and shook her head. "I came back to do something and will be leaving soon."
"When are you leaving? Can we meet again before you go? Principal Chen has been thinking about you all the time." Lin Musheng looked at Su Jinyue.
"I haven't decided on a departure date yet. Please make an appointment with Principal Chen and call me or visit me at the courtyard. I'm going to Hong Kong in the next few days and won't be back for about a week," Su Jinyue said. Wei Yuanxing and Han Bing's wedding date hadn't been set yet, so she couldn't be sure when she would leave.
"Okay." Lin Musheng nodded happily.
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Old Lady Jin walked in quickly. She glanced at the four people present and asked, "Which of you is Doctor Su?"
A hint of displeasure flashed in Li Binglin's eyes, and he turned his gaze to Su Jinyue.
"Do you have something to talk to me about?" Su Jinyue stood up and looked at Old Lady Jin, asking knowingly.
"Are you Dr. Su?" Old Lady Jin had already recognized Su Jinyue. She was the woman who had been with Han Bing before. It seemed that she had really been deceived.
"Yes." Su Jinyue nodded.
Old Mrs. Jin glared at Su Jinyue fiercely, "You must be pretending. Your companion said you can cure my son's illness, but it seems you have other motives." How could such a young girl be a miracle doctor?
"You're a strange person. Barging in without knocking is one thing, but Dr. Su didn't provoke you. So what makes you say she's an imposter? If you don't believe me, you should find someone else." Li Binglin said unhappily. If it weren't for the woman's age, he would have definitely had security escort her out.
"Director, is she really Dr. Su?" Old Lady Jin was a little unconvinced. In her imagination, capable doctors were usually elderly, with a Taoist and immortal appearance, which made people feel at ease at first sight.
"Don't I know that?" Li Binglin said in a deep voice. Su Jinyue was someone he respected, and for the other party to doubt her was disrespectful to her.
Old Mrs. Jin looked at Su Jinyue carefully and said, "Doctor Su, please help my son cure his illness." It didn't matter whether she was Doctor Su or not, as long as she could cure her son's illness.
"Just go and do what you need to do, and your son's illness will naturally heal." Su Jinyue picked up the tea and took a sip slowly.
"What should be done?" Old Mrs. Jin thought for a while, "Are you talking about Lin Muzhu's funeral?" She was not a stupid person. Now, apart from her son's illness, the only thing she had to worry about was Lin Muzhu's funeral.
"Yeah." Su Jinyue nodded.
"But that girl just said that the best treatment time for my son is half an hour. After that, he can't be cured," said Old Lady Jin. She really doubted that the two middle-aged men in front of her were not the hospital directors, or that they had been bribed and were just playing along. They were not some miracle doctors at all.
"I can guarantee that once you've taken care of Lin Muzhu's funeral, your son will recover," Su Jinyue said. She looked at the fading shadow behind Old Lady Jin. This was all she could do to help Lin Muzhu.
"Really?" Old Mrs. Jin still didn't quite believe it.
Su Jinyue nodded, "The decision is in your hands."
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