Chapter 298 Quack Doctor
Mu Xiaoyu then realized that the middle-aged woman with a perm in front of him was also the child of Mr. Zhao.
"Mr. Zhao, you have to believe me. I am the attending physician of the People's Hospital. This should be true, right? How could I harm the old man?"
Mu Xiaoyu's face was full of sincerity, she I really want to cure Mr. Zhao.
“Where is the security guard? Drive these two idlers out immediately!”
Zhao Juyan shouted to the people outside.
“You don’t need to rush us, we’ll go by ourselves.” Feng Lin took Mu Xiaoyu’s arm.
"Feng Lin, what are you doing? You clearly promised me!"
Mu Xiaoyu's eyes were slightly red, and he held Feng Lin tightly, not letting him go.
"Can't you see it yet? They have no intention of treating him at all. They are just waiting for the old man to die and divide the family property."
Feng Lin pointed at the people present. There were seven people in total here, large and small.
There are three middle-aged people among them, they look similar, they should be brothers and sisters.
Two men and one woman.
With all three of them here, there is a high probability that this is the case.
"You brat! What are you talking about? Come on! Get out!"
Zhao Juyan shouted at the top of his lungs.
Two security guards came from outside the door and strode towards Feng Lin.
“Get out!”
A middle-aged man sitting on the sofa stood up and waved to the security guard.
This middle-aged man is the youngest of the three middle-aged men. He is wearing a designer suit and looks to be in his forties.
His name is Zhao Yue, and he is the youngest son of Mr. Zhao.
"Zhao Yue, what do you mean? This kid insulted us, shouldn't I drive him away?"
Zhao Juyan asked with an unhappy expression.
"Sister, maybe there is a way?" Zhao Yue said with a smile.
"Dr. Mu, let me tell you the truth, I found a better doctor, a contemporary medical professor, Zhang Kui."
Zhao Ji came over and said, "I believe Dr. Mu should have heard of it, right?"
"It's Master Zhang Kui?"
Mu Xiaoyu was shocked. This is a world-famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor. master.
Currently, he is a professor at the National Medical College. He has written many medical books and has also refined some traditional medicines.
Among them are the most common fever and cold medicines.
"He just talked to me on the phone, and he calculated that the time should be up soon. How do you think Dr. Mu compares with Mr. Zhang Kui?"
Zhao Ji said with a faint smile.
"Mr. Zhao, how can a junior like me dare to compete with contemporary masters? In this case, I am relieved."
Mu Xiaoyu glanced at Feng Lin and whispered, "Look, I misunderstood."
At this moment, an old man with a goatee came out of the door.
He has white hair and a boyish face, and wears ordinary black clothes.
Behind him were two women, about thirty years old.
Looking like they were acting as nurses, the two women were carrying medical kits.
"Mr. Zhang Kui! You are finally here."
Zhao Ji saw the old man in front of him and immediately went to greet him.
"Brother, how much did you spend to really invite Mr. Zhang Kui here?"
Zhao Juyan also smiled.
"Zhao Yiqiang and I are old acquaintances. Do you think money can buy me?"
Zhang Kui gently stroked his beard, his face full of arrogance.
"Haha! Mr. Zhang Kui is right, how can a big shot like you be short of money."
Zhao Juyan smiled apologetically, she also knew this person before.
Not to mention the Zhao family, even the CEOs of Fortune 500 companies all respected him.
This kind of doctor can save lives.
Which of today’s big businessmen doesn’t want to live longer?
“Stop talking nonsense, let me see the patient quickly.”
Zhang Kui said calmly.
“Look at me, I’ve forgotten my business. Sir, please come with me!”
Zhao Ji smiled and led the way.
Zhang Kui and the two nurses behind him followed.
Seeing this, Mu Xiaoyu also followed behind everyone.
"What are you doing? Mr. Zhang Kui is here, and you still won't leave?"
Zhao Juyan glared at Mu Xiaoyu and Feng Lin with dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"Mr. Zhang Kui, I am the attending physician at the local people's hospital. I would like to follow him and have a look. Can I?" Mu Xiaoyu bowed his head very respectfully.
This is a true master, nationally certified, much higher than Feng Lin.
She also wanted to see how strong this master was.
"Such a young attending physician? Yes, but you can only look and can't make a sound."
Zhang Kui said calmly.
“Thank you, sir!”
Mu Xiaoyu was overjoyed.
Zhang Kui had already spoken, but Zhao Juyan was too embarrassed to say anything.
Feng Lin was regarded as Mu Xiaoyu's man and walked in naturally.
In the bedroom on the side of the villa, when I opened the door, I immediately smelled the smell of medicine.
On the hospital bed next to him, there was an old bald man lying with an oxygen tube on his nose.
Feng Lin just walked in and slapped his nose a few times.
As soon as I walked in, I smelled the smell of those playing bugs.
As expected, this old man is not ill, but poisoned.
It seems that this so-called miracle doctor old man has nothing to do.
Zhao Yiqiang, who was lying on the hospital bed, glanced at the people who came in. His throat moved a few times, but he only made a hoarse whine.
"Old Zhao! Stop talking, let me take a look."
Zhang Kui walked over, and the nurse on the side immediately brought him a chair.
Another nurse opened the medicine box and took out all the medical equipment inside.
Zhang Kui sat down and felt Zhang Kui's pulse first.
He frowned, turned around and said, "Bring me Lao Zhao's physical examination report."
"Okay!"
Zhao Ji immediately took out all of Zhao Yiqiang's physical examination reports from the bag next to him.
Zhang Kui carefully observed the physical examination report, his brows gradually knitting together.
Zhao Yue immediately asked from the side: "Sir, how are you?"
"Hey."
Zhang Kui sighed deeply.
Hearing this sigh, several people present tensed up.
"There is no problem with the body, and there is no problem with the physical examination. In this situation...it is obviously the end of life."
Zhang Kui shook his head.
“Dad!”
Zhao Juyan immediately lay down in front of Zhao Yiqiang’s hospital bed and shouted.
"Sir! That's not right. Since it's the end of his life, why did he vomit blood from time to time before and now he can't use his throat?"
Mu Xiaoyu asked beside him.
"Are you questioning me? Isn't it normal for old age to cause visceral failure and vomiting blood?"
Zhang Kui glanced at Mu Xiaoyu expressionlessly.
“Bold! You, a little doctor, dare to doubt a national-level professor?”
Zhao Juyan also pointed at Mu Xiaoyu and shouted.
"Woo! Woo..."
At this time, Zhao Yiqiang, who was lying on the hospital bed, made a sound.
"Look! My dad is trying to hurt you, why don't you get out!" Zhao Juyan said sharply.
"Haha! This is a miracle doctor. I think you are a quack, right?"
Feng Lin put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at Zhang Kui with a smile.
“You are so presumptuous!”
Zhao Ji’s face was cold, “Get out of here right now! Otherwise I will call the police!”
“Don’t! I am a person who likes to talk to you. Junior is arguing." Zhang Kui looked at Feng Lin indifferently and said condescendingly, "Call me a quack. Get evidence."
Feng Lin stepped forward and suddenly grabbed Zhao Yiqiang's wrist with force. The other person's whole hand began to be filled with blood.
Feng Lin took out a silver needle and pricked it on Zhao Yiqiang's fingertip. Dark yellow liquid flowed out from the fingertip.
"Miracle doctor, tell me, since he is aging naturally, why is his blood this color?"
Feng Lin asked calmly.
"This..."
His pupils suddenly shrank, how could this be possible?
(End of this chapter)