Chapter 1130 It’s Not That Simple
Fu Cheng was choked up when asked this question, and thought to himself, it was my master who asked me to come find you.
Fu Cheng naturally wouldn't say this out loud. He coughed and said with a hint of guilt, "He's helpless."
"Since even your master can't help, then there is really nothing you can do. Don't add to your own psychological pressure. No matter whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine, no one can guarantee that it will be completely safe after taking it." Old Wang comforted.
As a doctor, Mr. Wang is no stranger to such situations.
Fu Cheng didn't want Mr. Wang's comfort. Normally, if he heard him say such things, he would have been tactful and not asked any more questions, but Mr. Song's situation was different.
Fu Cheng took two steps forward, handed over the medical record in his hand, and said shamelessly: "This patient is my friend's father. How about you, Mr. Wang, help me look at the examination data?"
Seeing this, Mr. Wang nodded and said, "Okay, let me take a look."
He took the medical record.
Fu Cheng heaved a sigh of relief.
It only took Mr. Wang two or three minutes to finish reading the medical records, and then he looked up at Fu Cheng, "What medicine did you give the patient before?"
"It's a prescription for enhancing immunity." Fu Cheng paused and named a few medicinal ingredients.
Elder Wang stroked his beard and said, "The medicine you prepared with this prescription is very potent. If you use it on a man in his seventies, it's only a matter of time before something goes wrong."
Fu Cheng didn't expect that Mr. Wang would hit the nail on the head just by listening to what he said. After a pause, he quickly said, "Is there any way to save it?"
Elder Wang shook his head. "I looked at the data. I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. Even the S-level medicine that's right for the condition won't have much effect. The patient has already undergone a bone marrow transplant, and he was allergic to the medicine during the bone marrow regeneration period, which already caused great damage."
Fu Cheng's expression darkened.
Old Wang glanced at Fu Cheng and shook his head slightly. Fu Cheng did have the ability, but he was too eager for quick success and did not know how to use medicine properly.
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do to help your illness. It's getting late and I have to catch a plane." Mr. Wang looked at the time again.
Seeing this, Fu Cheng smiled bitterly and said, "Is there really no way to save it? The main thing is that this person is the old man of the Song family. I am afraid that it will have a bad impact on the association."
When Elder Wang heard this, his expression was no longer as approachable as before, but rather a bit more fierce. "You knew this would happen, but you still gave the medicine to the patient. This can only mean that it's your own problem."
Fu Cheng subconsciously shrank back when he heard Master Wang's slightly cold voice. He raised his head and looked at Master Wang. There was a sharpness in the other's eyes that seemed to know everything. That sharpness was even more penetrating than that of his master.
Fu Cheng quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him again.
He forgot one thing. After all, Mr. Wang is the president of the association. Can someone who can sit in this position be so simple?
All appearances of kindness exist on the premise that people have not made any mistakes.
Trying to use the association's reputation to control the president is undoubtedly digging a hole for yourself.
"I'm sorry, President. This was my mistake." Fu Cheng admitted his mistake in a low voice, and his attitude seemed very sincere.
Old Wang shook his head in disappointment again, "Be more careful."
Fu Cheng lowered his head even lower.
Mr. Wang didn't want to get involved in Fu Cheng's matter, but he also didn't want his matter to affect the reputation of the association, so he flipped through the medical record book in his hand again.
(End of this chapter)
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