Xiang Xingshan suppressed the anger in his heart. He was tired of Yuan Zhongxian's words, but after all, Yuan Zhongxian was still a well-known Chinese medicine practitioner in the field of Chinese medicine, and he could not be offended too much.

Otherwise, Xiang Xingshan would have wanted to slap Yuan Zhongxian over.

"You are not good at medical skills, but you still make sarcastic remarks in front of patients' families. Where is your medical ethics as a doctor?!"

Xiang Xingshan said nothing, but Lin Zifeng asked coldly.

Yuan Zhongxian was stunned for a moment. Being scolded by Lin Zifeng, he couldn't find the words to retort. He snorted softly, "Huangkou kid, when I was treating illnesses and saving people, you were still wearing crotchless pants. What qualifications do you have to criticize me?"

?”

"Although traditional Chinese medicine has a theory of ranking based on seniority, it places more emphasis on medical skills and medical ethics. If medical skills are not good, medical ethics are not good either. How can you show off by being around for a long time?"

Lin Zifeng spoke word by word, which made Yuan Zhongxian hesitant and unable to say a single word.

When Li Yarong saw Lin Zifeng talking about Yuan Zhongxian like this, she said angrily: "Lin Zifeng, what are you talking nonsense here? No matter how bad Master Yuan is, you can't compare to him. Do you really think of yourself as a human being when I let you in?"

"To put it nicely, you are still a college student, but to put it badly, you are just a lost dog whose father has run away and whose mother has died!!"

Li Yarong's vicious words did not leave any room for Lin Zifeng.

Lin Zifeng laughed, this was really ridiculous.

Yuan Zhongxian is adding insult to injury. The person who made the sarcastic remarks is your husband Xiang Beiyuan, Li Yirong. Every word he says is that Xiang Beiyuan will definitely die.

Lin Zifeng spoke up for Xiang Xingshan, but Li Yirong, the person involved, not only refused to help, but also bit back.

This is really ridiculous!!!

While Lin Zifeng and Li Yirong were talking, Xiang Xingshan's call was answered.

"Hello, are you Master Wenshang Qingwen?"

Xiang Xingshan's tone was extremely respectful. As a person asking for help, he could be said to have kept his attitude very low.

There was a low voice on the phone

Shen's voice said, "If you have something to say, just talk about it? If there's nothing important, I'll just hang up."

"Master Wen, it's like this. My father is seriously ill. Yuan Zhongxian and Master Yuan are at their wits' end. I want to ask Master Wen to save my father. The reward is negotiable."

A low voice came from the phone again, "It's okay to save people. I want a century-old blood ginseng. If you have it, I'll come over. If you don't have it, don't bother me."

"Century blood ginseng?"

Xiang Xingshan frowned, "Master Wen, I don't have the century-old blood ginseng at the moment. Do you think you can..."

"Du...du...du..."

Before Xiang Xingshan finished speaking, Wen Shangqing had already hung up the phone.

Seeing that Xiang Xingshan was rejected, Yuan Zhongxian laughed regardless of his image:

"Hahaha, Xiang Xingshan, you are still too naive. Wen Shangqing has the title of Holy Hand Monster Doctor. Do you think this monster is called for nothing? Don't talk about you. Even if Wen Shangqing's friends are looking for him, they will see him

It’s just his mood.”

Xiang Xingshan looked ugly and couldn't invite Wen Shangqing, and he didn't even have Mu Tianhua's contact information, so it was even more impossible to invite him.

"Do I really want to watch my father die in front of me?" Xiang Xingshan felt uncomfortable in his heart. No matter how wrong Xiang Beiyuan was, after all, he was the biological father who raised him.

The grace of giving birth and raising children should never be forgotten.

At this moment, Yuan Zhongxian said with a smile: "Hey, you don't have a century-old blood ginseng, but I do. How about I sell the century-old blood ginseng to you?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Xingshan and Li Yirong both looked happy and looked at Yuan Zhongxian with expectant eyes.

"Master Yuan, please set a price!"

Xiang Xingshan took a deep breath and calmed down his attitude.

Yuan Zhongxian's eyes shone, he raised his hand and raised a finger.

"Ten million!!!"

Xiang Xingshan's expression suddenly changed when he heard this, "Master Yuan, you are clearly raising your price on the ground, and it is ten times higher than the market price." Xiang Xingshan suppressed the anger in his heart. He was tired of Yuan Zhongxian's words, but after all, Yuan

Zhongxian is also a well-known Chinese medicine practitioner in the field of Chinese medicine and cannot be offended too much.

Otherwise, Xiang Xingshan would have wanted to slap Yuan Zhongxian over.

"You are not good at medical skills, but you still make sarcastic remarks in front of patients' families. Where is your medical ethics as a doctor?!"

Xiang Xingshan said nothing, but Lin Zifeng asked coldly.

Yuan Zhongxian was stunned for a moment. Being scolded by Lin Zifeng, he couldn't find the words to retort. He snorted softly, "Huangkou kid, when I was treating illnesses and saving people, you were still wearing crotchless pants. What qualifications do you have to criticize me?"

?”

"Although traditional Chinese medicine has a theory of ranking based on seniority, it places more emphasis on medical skills and medical ethics. If medical skills are not good, medical ethics are not good either. How can you show off by being around for a long time?"

Lin Zifeng spoke word by word, which made Yuan Zhongxian hesitant and unable to say a single word.

When Li Yarong saw Lin Zifeng talking about Yuan Zhongxian like this, she said angrily: "Lin Zifeng, what are you talking nonsense here? No matter how bad Master Yuan is, you can't compare to him. Do you really think of yourself as a human being when I let you in?"

"To put it nicely, you are still a college student, but to put it badly, you are just a lost dog whose father has run away and whose mother has died!!"

Li Yarong's vicious words did not leave any room for Lin Zifeng.

Lin Zifeng laughed, this was really ridiculous.

Yuan Zhongxian is adding insult to injury. The person who made the sarcastic remarks is your husband Xiang Beiyuan, Li Yirong. Every word he says is that Xiang Beiyuan will definitely die.

Lin Zifeng spoke up for Xiang Xingshan, but Li Yirong, the person involved, not only refused to help, but also bit back.

This is really ridiculous!!!

While Lin Zifeng and Li Yirong were talking, Xiang Xingshan's call was answered.

"Hello, are you Master Wenshang Qingwen?"

Xiang Xingshan's tone was extremely respectful. As a person asking for help, he could be said to have kept his attitude very low.

There was a low voice on the phone

Shen's voice said, "If you have something to say, just talk about it? If there's nothing important, I'll just hang up."

"Master Wen, it's like this. My father is seriously ill. Yuan Zhongxian and Master Yuan are at their wits' end. I want to ask Master Wen to save my father. The reward is negotiable."

A low voice came from the phone again, "It's okay to save people. I want a century-old blood ginseng. If you have it, I'll come over. If you don't have it, don't bother me."

"Century blood ginseng?"

Xiang Xingshan frowned, "Master Wen, I don't have the century-old blood ginseng at the moment. Do you think you can..."

"Du...du...du..."

Before Xiang Xingshan finished speaking, Wen Shangqing had already hung up the phone.

Seeing that Xiang Xingshan was rejected, Yuan Zhongxian laughed regardless of his image:

"Hahaha, Xiang Xingshan, you are still too naive. Wen Shangqing has the title of Holy Hand Monster Doctor. Do you think this monster is called for nothing? Don't talk about you. Even if Wen Shangqing's friends are looking for him, they will see him

It’s just his mood.”

Xiang Xingshan looked ugly and couldn't invite Wen Shangqing, and he didn't even have Mu Tianhua's contact information, so it was even more impossible to invite him.

"Do I really want to watch my father die in front of me?" Xiang Xingshan felt uncomfortable in his heart. No matter how wrong Xiang Beiyuan was, after all, he was the biological father who raised him.

The grace of giving birth and raising children should never be forgotten.

At this moment, Yuan Zhongxian said with a smile: "Hey, you don't have a century-old blood ginseng, but I do. How about I sell the century-old blood ginseng to you?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Xingshan and Li Yirong both looked happy and looked at Yuan Zhongxian with expectant eyes.

"Master Yuan, please set a price!"

Xiang Xingshan took a deep breath and calmed down his attitude.

Yuan Zhongxian's eyes shone, he raised his hand and raised a finger.

"Ten million!!!"
Chapter completed!