"You...you..." Feng Xueying was so frightened by Wen Ziqing's sudden domineering attitude that she took two steps back before she stood still.
At this moment, Feng Xueying felt that Wen Ziqing was like a wolf cub guarding its food. If she said again that she would not marry that country girl, Wen Ziqing might pounce on her and tear her to pieces.
You can't tame this thing! Feng Xueying cursed inwardly, but didn't dare to say anything unpleasant.
Zhao Qingshan ignored Feng Xueying's shouting. Just like when he came in, he circled around Feng Xueying and walked out of the room.
Seeing this, Wen Ziqing immediately followed Zhao Qingshan. He knew that Zhao Qingshan must have gone to see the attending physician.
Wen Ziqing was filled with worry. In his previous life, Wen Yiran had also been hospitalized in a coma, but his condition wasn't as severe as this one. At least, he had regained consciousness the next day.
Wen Ziqing knew all too well how capable Zhao Qingshan was. The Zhao family's martial arts were profound and profound, and their medical expertise was long-standing. Even six-year-old Zhou Yuanyuan could manipulate acupuncture needles with flying colors, let alone Zhao Qingshan, who had practiced medicine 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 sixty-five years old. Although his hair is completely white, each strand gleams silver. Combined with his rosy complexion and vibrant demeanor, he immediately strikes a pleasing chord. Simply put, Dr. Hu looks like a miracle doctor.
Dr. Hu was a shining star at Qingshan People's Hospital. He excelled in acupuncture and moxibustion, and three years ago, he helped a paralyzed patient walk again. He quickly became famous throughout Qingshan. Even patients from Shangjing City flocked to him for treatment.
When Wen Yiran walked into Dr. Hu's office, he was taking the pulse of a middle-aged man. Doctors of Dr. Hu's stature were expected to see a fixed number of patients each day. He only saw ten patients a day, and wouldn't see any more than that.
The middle-aged man had been waiting in line for almost half a month and finally got a number today.
When Dr. Hu saw Zhao Qingshan walk into the clinic, he jumped up from his stool and stopped treating the patient.
The middle-aged man was stunned, but he dared not say anything.
"Teacher, why are you here?" When Dr. Hu saw Zhao Qingshan, his face was full of surprise and excitement, but he was also like a nervous child, hoping to get Zhao Qingshan's praise and affirmation.
Teacher? The middle-aged man who was seeing the patient looked up and saw the silver-haired Dr. Hu standing in front of the black-haired Zhao Qingshan and calling him "teacher". This scene seemed out of place no matter how he looked at it.
"Zhongliang." Zhao Qingshan nodded with a smile, not denying the name Dr. Hu called him.
When three people walk together, the most accomplished one is the teacher. Although Zhao Qingshan was not considered a master in medical skills and was younger than Hu Zhongliang, he could be considered half of Hu Zhongliang's master because he had taught him a few acupuncture techniques.
"Teacher, if you have time to come to Qingshan City, why don't you call me beforehand so Zhongliang can pick you up at the station? I just happen to have a difficult patient and I'd like your help." Doctor Hu's face was full of smiles. Was this like a dream come true? Wen Yiran's condition left him helpless, so God sent the teacher to him.
Hu Zhongliang will never forget Zhao Qingshan's guidance. Traditional Chinese Medicine is often passed down through generations. To ensure the family's prosperity, many established TCM families never reveal even a single secret recipe, let alone acupuncture techniques, which are often considered the most secret of secrets. Meeting Zhao Qingshan was the greatest fortune Hu Zhongliang had ever experienced. Without his guidance, he wouldn't have achieved his current status as a leading figure in TCM.
"I came to the hospital to see an old friend, and I came to see you by the way." Zhao Qingshan spoke directly, not behaving politely with Hu Zhongliang, and asked directly: "I heard that you are Wen Yiran's attending physician. I want to know about his condition."
"Teacher, are you here to see Wen Yiran?" Hu Zhongliang felt that he was very lucky. The blood clot in Wen Yiran's brain was a bit tricky. With Hu Zhongliang's medical skills, he didn't dare to give Wen Yiran acupuncture on the head at will.
When Dr. Hu heard Zhao Qingshan talking about Wen Yiran's condition, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Doctor Hu was just about to discuss Wen Yiran's condition with Zhao Qingshan when he saw the middle-aged man who came to see the doctor was still in the clinic. He hurried to the table, picked up a pen, and quickly wrote a prescription, then handed it to the middle-aged man who was sitting at the table and looked a little dazed.
"Huh?" The middle-aged man was stunned.
"Your medicine. Take it three times a day for half a month and then come back for a follow-up visit." Doctor Hu didn't care whether the middle-aged man understood or not. He waved his hand and asked the middle-aged man to leave quickly as if to shoo away a fly.
The middle-aged man did not dare to confront Dr. Hu, nor did he dare to ask whether Dr. Hu was treating him with all his heart. He took Dr. Hu's prescription and left the clinic in a bad mood.
"Teacher, it's great that you came. I think Wen Yiran's illness should be treated like this..." The middle-aged man walked out of the room and was about to stop to listen to what Doctor Hu had to say, but he was frightened by the cold eyes of the young man standing at the door.
The middle-aged man had no choice but to quicken his pace. Of course, he didn't hear what Doctor Hu said next.
Wen Ziqing stared coldly at the middle-aged man's back, a trace of doubt flashing through his mind. This middle-aged man's behavior was a bit strange, and it looked like he knew his grandfather Wen Yiran.
However, Wen Ziqing remembered very clearly that this was the first time he had seen this middle-aged man in his past and present lives. He was sure that this person had no relationship with the Wen family.
Wen Ziqing was worried about Wen Yiran in the ward, so he didn't chase after the middle-aged man and naturally didn't see what the middle-aged man did next.
The middle-aged man held Dr. Hu's prescription in his hand. Instead of going to the hospital's cashier, he left the hospital and went to the post office.
After arriving at the post office, the middle-aged man paid two dollars at the counter and asked for a private room to make a phone call.
When the phone rang for the second time, a young man's voice came from the other end of the line: "Old K, what's going on?"
"Master, Wen Yiran is in the hospital." The middle-aged man known as Old K said in an excited voice, "It seems his illness is quite serious. Even Master Hu can't cure him."
Old K felt like today was his lucky day. First, he got an appointment with Dr. Hu, and then, during the consultation, he heard such explosive insider information. Wen Yiran was the most outstanding political star in the Wen family in recent years. Old K remembered that the young master once said that if anyone in the Wen family could enter the highest level of the circle in recent years, it would be Wen Yiran.
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