Chapter 13

In the bustle, a group of people came out of the ward. The middle-aged woman had no arrogant attitude at this time. She wiped her tears and walked to Yang Qiu. She actually fell on her knees to Yang Qiu with a plop:

"Little miracle doctor, please save my father. I promise you whatever you want."

A group of people also knelt down and begged.

Yang Qiu couldn't help laughing bitterly.

Although these people were rude at first, their filial piety was commendable.

Just trying to cure the old man is so difficult.

The so-called ghost fetus attached to the body is like taking away. The soul in the old man's body is not his at all, but the twin brother who was born with him.

The reason why the old man's vitality is lost is that there are only so many longevity yuan of this body, but the soul that does not belong to this body can still exist.

If it was in the cultivation world, before Yang Qiu had no military solution, he could easily refine a longevity pill and solve everything. But now, he can't refine it at all, and it's only raw materials. I'm afraid the whole secular world can't collect it.

Just ten thousand years of ginseng, you need two hundred.

"It can't be cured."

Yang Qiu directly refused, but he suddenly turned around and asked:

"If you hang your life, you should be able to live, but I can't guarantee how long he can live unless...!"

The middle-aged man immediately said anxiously:

"Whatever the cost, you say!"

Yang Qiu took a serious look at the middle-aged man. At this time, he saw a clue from each other.

These people are arrogant, unreasonable and even superior, but they all have a sense of grace. Only the real superior has this breath. Even in Lin Bing's father, he doesn't see that Lin Yilong has too much of this breath.

These people are not simple. Their background seems more complex and profound than Lin Yilong. Why are they treating the elderly in the school hospital of Shanghai University?

He was too lazy to think about these problems and said directly:

"I can keep the old man in a normal physical state, but you must provide me with necessary resources, such as some medicinal materials that are as old as possible, and even some... Well, you won't understand. All kinds of ancient jade, do you understand?"

The middle-aged man agreed without hesitation:

"No problem, little miracle doctor. Here's my business card. You're busy first. I'll arrange it. Please don't go tonight anyway. We'll discuss it carefully."

Yang Qiu reached for the business card handed over by the middle-aged man and nodded secretly.

I guessed right.

The material of this business card is extremely expensive. It is not ordinary paper, but an alloy material mixed with gold. It is very thin. There is no title on it. On the front is a name and on the back is a very ordinary mobile phone number.

The middle-aged man's surname is Zhu. His name is very common and even ugly.

Zhu reform.

The middle-aged woman also quickly took out her business card. It was made of the same material and her name was even worse.

Zhu Kaixin.

Yang Qiu took a thoughtful look at the middle-aged man, then put away his business card, turned around and left with Professor Gong and Xia Yu.

Until Yang Qiu walked away, the middle-aged woman whispered to the middle-aged man:

"Big brother, can you? This boy, why does he look like a stick? "

Two rays of hope flashed in Zhu's reform eyes:

"No matter what, as long as he can treat his father, nothing is a problem."

After saying that, Zhu reformer looked at an ordinary middle-aged man standing not far away, opened his mouth but made no sound.

The middle-aged man was so common that no one could recognize him in the humiliating crowd. When he saw Zhu reformer open his mouth, he immediately disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Zhu reform said one word:

"Check!"

Of course, Yang Qiu didn't know. Zhu Gai looked for someone to investigate him behind his back. After he came to the office with Professor Gong and Xia Yu, Professor Gong immediately took his hand and his eyes lit up:

"Yang Qiu, your name is Yang Qiu, right? Young man, come on, don't waste your talent in the English department. Come to medical school. I promise you will become a master of the generation. "

Yang Qiu smiled but didn't speak. He is a great hand. His current medical skills can match his in the world. It is estimated that there is no more.

Seeing that Yang Qiu didn't speak, Professor Gong was a little worried:

"Whatever conditions you have, just mention it!"

Yang Qiu calmed down, looked at Xia Yu and said faintly:

"Professor, I don't want to be a medical student!"

Professor Gong misunderstood him and said in a hurry:

"How about not being a student or a teacher? I'll come forward. It's not a problem."

Yang Qiu thought for a while and finally said:

"I don't want to be a teacher, professor. I understand what you mean. If we have time in the future, we can... Discuss it."

An English student, facing the dean of the medical school, a generation of famous doctors with a lot of peaches and plums, actually said the word "discussion". Xia Yu listened foolishly.

"Are you... Seriously?"

Professor Gong is a famous doctor of a generation. Does Yang Qiu have the ability? Those acupuncture techniques are definitely the magic acupuncture techniques that have been lost for a long time. With that skill, people are fully qualified to discuss with themselves.

Moreover, the young man's medical skills are definitely far better than himself.

Professor Gong is not confused at his age. The reason why he didn't dare to let go of the patient was that he knew too much about each other.

Yang qiusan divides five into two. People are better. They are not only better, but also the root cause of the disease. It can be seen that this is not amazing.

Professor Gong couldn't restrain his inner excitement. His face was red and hot, his eyes were red and his heart beat. He was like a sex wolf. When he saw a beautiful woman, he wanted to jump up and hold Yang Qiu, and never let go.

"Of course it's true, but I don't have much time."

Professor Gong nodded repeatedly. He didn't know how to come up with an idea. Then he thought more and more right, and finally his heart pounded:

"No, I want to be a teacher. I want to be a teacher with this little guy."

"Yang Qiu, no, Mr. Yang, you see, I'm old and have some experience in traditional Chinese medicine. If you don't dislike it, can you accept my apprentice?"

Xia Yu almost didn't fall to the ground, and Yang Qiu was foolish.

At this time, two people came in at the door of the office, one was the attending physician of the hospital, and the other was Zhu reform.

They just heard Professor Gong's words. The attending physician was also stupid. It was Zhu reform. A little surprise flashed in his eyes. Then he was a little excited.

Although he didn't know about Professor Gong's medical skills, the old man didn't go to so many large hospitals in Beijing, even the best expert group in China. He had to come to Shanghai University Hospital secretly. It was Professor Gong who ran.

However, Professor Gong was helpless. Unexpectedly, a young man named Yang Qiu emerged. Now even Professor Gong has to worship Yang Qiu as a teacher. It can be seen that this young man must not be simple.

Seeing Zhu's reform, Yang Qiu immediately seemed to have found a life-saving straw:

"Mr. Zhu... You're just in time. I'm just going to discuss with you about your father's treatment plan!"

Zhu reformer observed his words and expressions, and quickly said with a smile:

"Little miracle doctor, why don't we go out and talk?"

Yang Qiu couldn't wait. She smiled at Professor Gong and said to Xia Yu:

"Xia Yu, you stay with the professor for a while. I'll pick you up later."

Xia Yu flashed a trace of shyness on her face, but nodded.

Professor Gong immediately transferred the target:

"Xiao Wang, go out first. I want to have a good talk with Xia Yu."

The attending physician's eyes are full of oddities, but Professor Gong is very old and the president of the medical school. He has a high status. He dare not disobey.

"Come on, Xia Yu, will you sit and have tea? I have the best Tieguanyin here. It's still the filial piety of those disciples and grandchildren in the capital. It's very good. "

Xia Yu was at a loss for a while, but the old man was flushed:

"Hey, hey, what's the relationship between you and Yang Qiu?"

Xia Yu blushed, lowered her head and whispered:

"We just met."

"Nonsense, you little doll, lie to my old man. Don't be shy. Boyfriends are boyfriends. I'm not young."

Xia Yu was so ashamed that she rushed out of the office. She was so anxious that the old professor hurriedly shouted:

"Don't go, wow, I haven't finished yet!"