Chapter 390

Hearing Mo Mingzhen's urgent voice, Yu se was just about to enter. The patient in line came up and said, "is it my turn?"

Yu se looked at the internal consulting room, and then looked at the patients. Thinking that Mo Ming really didn't want to tell the whole story in front of outsiders, he helped the aunt who came in to sit on her guiding chair. "Auntie, doctor Mo has an urgent matter to deal with. I'll go in and help you, and I'll ask you to go in for a consultation, OK?"

The voice was warm and soft, and her face was full of gentle smile. She nodded immediately, "then you can go in and help. Don't delay doctor Mo's affairs."

"Thank you, auntie." Metaphorical color sweet mouth turned into the inexplicable clinic, and closed the door.

"Little ancestor, come and have a seat." As soon as Mo Mingzhen saw Yu se come in, she quickly stood up and personally moved a chair to Yu Se and asked her to sit down opposite him.

"I'll do it myself," he said

"Little ancestor, I have a prescription here. Can you help me see what's wrong?" Mo Mingzhen said and handed a prescription to Yu se.

Yu se took over and looked at every medicine in the prescription carefully.

Dangshen 30g, Huangjing 30g, roasted licorice 10g, Huangqi 30g.

After reading, Yu se said, "this is a good way to treat hypotension."

"That is to say, yesterday morning when I visited a doctor, a man brought his father to ask for a good prescription for hypotension. I gave this prescription, and there was an accident." Mo Mingzhen was annoyed when he spoke.

"What's the matter?

"Before I went out this morning, the man called to say that his old man died of myocardial infarction at more than three in the morning." Mo Ming is really worried.

Just saying, suddenly came a loud noise outside the auscultation room.

"Let Mo Mingzhen come out. The prescription he prescribed killed my father. Human life is concerned. He must be responsible for my father's death." The shouting outside the door was getting louder and louder, and went straight to Mo Mingzhen's clinic.

"Girl Yu, I've made a lot of trouble." Mo Mingzhen frowned fiercely, and the whole person's face had turned pale.

He has been practicing medicine for many years, and his reputation as a miracle doctor has been damaged.

"What's going on? Doctor Mo killed the patient? "

"It's impossible. Doctor Mo is so skillful. How can he say that people can be cured if they die."

"Doctor Mo, please come out and explain it. You can't carry this black pot on your back."

Outside the door, not only the people who came to make trouble were loud, but also other patients who were queuing up.

However, listening to the tone, most of them are on the side of Mo Mingzhen. I don't believe that he is the kind of doctor who can kill people.

"Girl Yu, do you see the problem?" Mo Mingzhen scratched his head and anxiously asked about metaphor.

Obviously, he wants to make sure what's wrong with his prescription now, so that he can negotiate and communicate with the other party.

Otherwise, we don't know where the mistake is, and how to negotiate if we don't understand the problem?

That would be guilty.

Yu se looked at it carefully again. A few simple medicines are used to treat hypotension. If you take it according to this prescription, your blood pressure will definitely rise and get better after taking it.

But now according to the family members of the deceased, after taking Mo Mingzhen's prescription, not only did not get better, but he died that night.

"Doctor Mo, there is no problem with your prescription for boosting blood pressure." After careful confirmation several times, metaphor gives its own answer.

"But..."

With a clang sound, Mo Mingzhen wanted to discuss the defects of his prescription with Yu se. The door of the clinic was knocked open and hit the wall directly.

The family members of the dead rushed in and said, "Mo Mingzhen, you are a doctor who does nothing for human life. I come here today to expose your true face and let these patients who worship you do not come to see you again. Otherwise, if you can cure my father, you can cure other people. How dare a quack like you to open a clinic and close this clinic for me. All clinics in T city must be closed, Otherwise, I see a family to see you once, scold you, expose you once. "

The man's voice became louder and louder. His roaring voice could be heard throughout the clinic. He looked very excited and angry.

"Sir, please calm down and speak well. If something goes wrong, solve the problem. Young man, you can't be so angry." The aunt who was waiting for a doctor saw the man rush to Mo Mingzhen, and she advised him.

As a result, before her ending was finished, the man reached out and pushed her to a stagger directly. "If your father is cured, you will be silent and let your father die in vain? I'm afraid your voice is higher than mine, and you are more angry than me

"I I just advise you to have something to say. Noisy can't solve the problem, but how can you say push people? I don't know the heart of a good man. " The aunt stood firm against the wall and was angry.

"You are really kind to Mo Ming. You are not kind to me at all. It's natural that you should pay for your life by killing people and paying for debts. If he killed my father, he will pay for his life." Cried the man, his eyes red.At the moment when the man rushed in, Yu se retreated to the corner, stood in a relatively safe position, looked at the man all the time, heard him say this, suddenly started to walk in front of the man, stopped for a moment, and then said: "you are right, killing people pays for your life, which is indeed justified, I support."

"Nurse Yu..." Mo Ming really opened his mouth. He didn't expect Yu se to come. As a result, Yu se helped the other party not to help him. At this moment, his face was full of injured expressions.

"You are..." When the man heard the metaphor, he glanced coldly at the nurse's clothes on her.

"I'm a nurse in the clinic here." Compared with the man's coldness, the metaphor is warm and soft voice, "but don't get me wrong. I'm an intern in this clinic. I'm just in the internship. I'm sorry for my uncle's death. I'll deal with it as much as I can. Please take good care of it."

She is so shallow and low, it sounds very gentle.

There was no questioning or aggression.

Let the other party even if it is to him cold voice hard drink, also embarrassed.

"Finally, I met a person to speak. Unfortunately, you are just a little nurse. You can't represent Mo Mingzhen at all." The man took a look at the figurative color. In addition to softening his tone, he was still angry on his face.

On his red eyes, it is really sad.

Where is the dead relatives, there is no heartache.

"Sir, this is Dr. Mo's responsibility. Can you let me and Dr. Mo see the old man again? It's also a trip to the elderly. " The metaphor asked tentatively.