Chapter 298

Mu Xiaoyu knew that the middle-aged perm woman in front of him was also Mr. Zhao's child.

"Mr. Zhao, you have to believe me. I'm the attending physician of the people's hospital. Shouldn't it be true? How could I harm the old man?"

Mu Xiaoyu is sincere. She really wants to cure master Zhao.

"Where's the security guard? Drive these two idle people out immediately!"

Zhao Juyan shouted to the people outside.

"You don't have to rush. We'll go by ourselves." Feng Lin took Mu Xiaoyu's arm.

"Feng Lin, what are you doing? You promised me!"

Mu Xiaoyu's eyes were a little red. He pulled Feng Lin and wouldn't let him go.

"Can't you see? They didn't plan to treat at all. They just waited for the old man to die and separate their families."

Feng Lin pointed to the people present. There were seven people, big and small.

There are three middle-aged people who look similar and should be brothers and sisters.

Two men and one woman.

All three are here, which is a high probability.

"Smelly boy! What are you talking about? Come on! Get out!"

Zhao Ju Yan shouted at the top of her voice.

Two security guards came from the door and strode towards Fenglin.

"Get out!"

A middle-aged man sitting on the sofa stood up and waved to the security guard.

The middle-aged man is the youngest of the three middle-aged people. He is in his 40s wearing a famous brand suit.

His name is Zhao Yue. He is the youngest son of master Zhao.

"Zhao Yue, what do you mean? This boy insults us. Is it wrong for me to drive him away?"

Zhao Juyan asked with an unhappy face.

"Sister, maybe people really have a way?" Zhao Yue said with a smile.

"Dr. mu, let me tell you the truth. I found a better doctor, Professor of contemporary medicine, Zhang Kui."

Zhao Ji walked over and said, "I believe Dr. Mu has heard of it?"

"Is it Master Zhang Kui?"

Mu Xiaoyu was shocked. He was a world-famous master of traditional Chinese medicine.

At present, he is a professor of the National Medical College, has many medical books, and has refined some traditional drugs.

Among them, there are the most common drugs for fever and cold.

"He just talked to me on the phone and calculated that the time should come soon. How does Dr. Mu feel compared with Mr. Zhang Kui?"

Zhao Ji smiled faintly.

"Mr. Zhao, how dare I compare with contemporary masters? In that case, I'm relieved."

Mu Xiaoyu looked at Feng Lin and whispered, "you see, I misunderstood others."

Just then, an old man with a goatee came outside the door.

He was pale haired and childlike, wearing ordinary black clothes.

Behind him were two women, about thirty years old.

It seems that they should act as nurses. The two women carry medicine boxes respectively.

"Mr. Zhang Kui! You're here at last."

Zhao Ji saw the old man in front of him and immediately greeted him.

"Brother, how much did you spend? Did you really invite Mr. Zhang Kui?"

Zhao Juyan also smiled.

"Zhao Yiqiang and I are old acquaintances. Do you think money can please me?"

Zhang Kui gently stroked his beard, his face full of pride.

"Ha ha! Mr. Zhang Kui is right. How can you be short of money?"

Zhao Juyan laughed, and she also knew the man.

Not to mention the Zhao family, even the bosses of the world's top 500 enterprises are respectful to him.

This kind of doctor can save lives.

Today's big businessmen, who doesn't want to live longer?

"Stop talking nonsense and let me see the patient."

Zhang Kui said faintly.

"Look at me, I've forgotten my business. Please follow me, sir!"

Zhao Ji led the way with a smile.

Zhang Kui and the two nurses behind him followed.

Seeing this, Mu Xiaoyu followed the crowd.

"What are you doing? Mr. Zhang Kui is here. Don't you leave yet?"

Zhao Ju Yan stared at Mu Xiaoyu and Feng Lin, dissatisfied.

"Mr. Zhang Kui, I'm the attending physician of the local people's hospital. I want to have a look with you, OK?"

Mu Xiaoyu bowed his head respectfully.

This is a real master, certified by the state, which is much higher than the forest closure.

She also wants to see how strong this master is.

"Such a young attending physician? Yes, but he can only see and can't make a sound."

Zhang Kui said blandly.

"Thank you, sir!"

Mu Xiaoyu was delighted.

People all spoke, and Zhao Juyan was embarrassed to say anything.

Feng Lin, who was regarded as Mu Xiaoyu, naturally walked in.

The bedroom on the side of the villa opened the door and immediately smelled a smell of medicine.

On the hospital bed next to him lay a bald old man with an oxygen tube on his nose.

Feng Lin just walked in and slapped him in front of his nose.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled those playing with insects.

Not surprisingly, the old man is not ill, but poisoned.

It seems that the so-called miracle doctor old man can't help it.

Lying on the hospital bed, Zhao Yiqiang looked at the people who came in, his throat moved a few times, but he only made a hoarse whine.

"Lao Zhao! Stop talking and let me have a look."

Zhang Kui walked over and the nurse immediately brought him a chair.

Another nurse opened the medicine box and took out all the medical instruments inside.

Zhang Kui sat down and felt his pulse first.

He frowned, looked back and said, "give me Lao Zhao's physical examination report."

"Good!"

Zhao Ji immediately took out all the physical examination reports of Zhao Yiqiang from the nearby bag.

Zhang Kui carefully observed the physical examination report and gradually screwed his eyebrows together.

Zhao Yue immediately asked, "how are you, sir?"

"Hey."

Zhang Kui sighed deeply.

Hearing the sigh, several people present tightened their nerves.

"There are no physical problems, and there are no problems in the physical examination. This situation... Is obviously the end of life."

Zhang Shuo shook his head.

"Dad!"

Zhao Juyan immediately shouted in front of Zhao Yiqiang's hospital bed.

"Sir! No, since his life is over, why did he vomit blood from time to time before, and now his voice can't be used?"

Mu Xiaoyu asked nearby.

"Are you questioning me? Is old age causing visceral failure and abnormal hematemesis?"

Zhang Kui looked at Mu Xiaoyu expressionless.

"Bold! You little doctor, dare you doubt a national professor?"

Zhao Juyan also pointed to Mu Xiaoyu and shouted.

"Woo! Woo..."

At this time, Zhao Yiqiang, lying on the hospital bed, made a sound.

"Look! My father is hurting you. Don't get out!" Zhao Juyan said sternly.

"Ha ha! It's still a miracle doctor. I think you're a quack?"

Feng Lin put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at Zhang Kui with a smile.

"You are presumptuous!"

Zhao Ji's face was cold. "Get out now! Otherwise I'll call the police!"

"Don't! I like to argue with younger people." Zhang Kui looked at Feng Lin lightly and condescended, "say I'm a quack and take evidence."

"Good!"

Feng Lin stepped forward and suddenly grabbed Zhao Yiqiang's wrist. The other party's whole hand began to congest.

Feng Lin took out a silver needle and stabbed it at Zhao Yiqiang's fingertip. The dark yellow liquid flowed out of his fingertip.

"Miracle doctor, tell me, since he is aging naturally, why is blood this color?"

Feng Lin asked quietly.

"This..."

How is this possible?