"Just now, Dean Li called and said that he had contacted a miracle doctor with profound medical skills." The old housekeeper said quickly.
"real?"
Suddenly, He Jianguo's eyes lit up, as if he saw hope again, and he quickly asked: "Which hospital is the doctor from?"
The old housekeeper replied: "A famous doctor from the Beijing College of Traditional Chinese Medicine...Dr. Wang Haoren!"
When He Jianguo heard this, a look of astonishment appeared on his face. He never expected that Wang Haoren would personally diagnose his son's illness.
Immediately, he stood up impatiently and ran towards the door, preparing to meet the miracle doctor Wang Haoren.
After a while, He Jianguo, led by the old housekeeper, came to the first floor of the hospital.
At this time, Dean Li was already waiting on the first floor, and beside him stood an old man with gray hair but an elegant temperament.
This person is none other than the famous miracle doctor in Beijing...Wang Haoren!
Seeing He Jianguo come out, Dean Li immediately introduced: "Mr. He, hello, I heard that Mr. He was injured, and I specially invited Dr. Wang to diagnose and treat Mr. He. Please don't worry."
He Jianguo heard this and immediately stretched out his hands to hold Wang Haoren's, and said gratefully: "Doctor Wang, you must save my son!"
Wang Haoren smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. He, since I dare to take this job, I am sure of it."
"Great! Doctor Wang, my son is upstairs, let's go up quickly!"
He Jianguo happily brought Wang Haoren to the fifth floor.
After a while, He Jianguo led Wang Haoren to a high-end ward and opened the door.
He Wenchao was seen lying on the hospital bed dying. Seeing his son looking like this, He Jianguo's eyes turned red instantly and tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes.
The more his son is like this, the sadder and sadder he feels. The sadder he feels, the stronger his hatred for Mark is!
If it weren't for Mark, how could his son be like this?
Ye, the He family will make you pay a bloody price!
He Jianguo made a decision secretly in his heart, his eyes turned cold.
But he knew that the top priority was to let Wang Haoren heal his son's arm.
As a result, He Jianguo took a deep breath and adjusted his mood a little.
Then, he asked: "Doctor Wang, please take a look at my son quickly. His injury is very serious!"
"Okay! I'll take a look at it for Mr. He!"
Wang Haoren frowned slightly when he saw this situation. He immediately walked to He Wenchao's side and checked He Wenchao's status.
Immediately, Wang Haoren raised his eyes to look at He Jianguo, and sighed solemnly.