"Okay, it's okay, you can go about your business."
Ye Haoxuan nodded and turned around to walk out of the office, while Li Jun's expression gradually turned gloomy.
"What are you doing? This is just a student of mine." Looking at Li Jun's expression, Zheng Shuangshuang knew that he was jealous again and couldn't help but frown.
"Student? What is a teacher doing in the office with the students when he's not in class?" Li Jun asked.
"Why are you like this? Don't get jealous when you see me with other people." Zheng Shuangshuang said with a frown.
"What about me? Let me tell you, our marriage contract is legally binding. Don't think about betraying me, otherwise we will see you in court." Li Jun shouted.
"I know that our marriage is legally bound. Apart from this, is there anything else about you that can attract me and keep me from leaving you?" Zheng Shuangshuang said in a deep voice, "Actually, if there were no such restrictions, I would rather marry a turd picker.
I don’t want to be with a so-called top student like you.”
After Zheng Shuangshuang finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the office.
Li Jun's expression became more and more gloomy. He looked ferocious and shouted viciously: "Bitch, once you get married, I've had enough fun. I'll sell you to sit on the stage and make you arrogant..."
With nothing going on, Ye Haoxuan drove directly to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
But Tang Bing was not at the clinic today, so Ye Haoxuan called her.
"If you are in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, go to the sixth floor of the inpatient department. I have something to ask you for help here." Tang Bing seemed to have said something in a hurry and hung up the phone.
Ye Haoxuan felt nervous and hurriedly walked to the sixth floor of the inpatient department of the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
The sixth floor is the luxurious ward of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and the people who live in it are all powerful people. In other words, even if you are rich, you may not be able to live in it.
In an extra-large ward, there were doctors from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, including the president of the hospital and department directors, all crowded into the ward. This made the originally spacious ward seem a bit crowded.
Already.
There was a foreigner lying on the ward. His lower limbs were exposed, but his legs were extremely uncoordinated with his upper body.
His upper body was extremely strong and full of muscles, but his legs were dry and thin, almost no different than a firewood stick.
An assistant-looking person was talking in English to the foreigner on the bed.
The director of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital on the side was sweating profusely. He carefully said to the assistant, "Assistant Wang, please explain clearly to Mr. Peel. Without examination, it will be difficult for us to judge the disease."
The assistant surnamed Wang had a sweaty hair, and he could tell at a glance that he was a person who admired foreign things. He turned around seriously and said: "Mr. Dean, Mr. Peel's illness cannot be cured abroad, so he came to Huahua University."
Xia Guo, I want to try Hua Xia’s traditional Chinese medicine method. Besides, the results of external examinations have been given to you, so it’s meaningless for you to check. Is your equipment more advanced than that of Magnesium?”
This sentence made the dean speechless. This Pierre was from China and suffered from a strange disease. Treatment abroad was ineffective, so he suddenly wanted to try Chinese medicine. I don't know who the damn guy said to him about Chinese medicine.
The amazing thing is that you can know where the symptoms are just by taking your pulse without checking.
Therefore, this Pierre is stubbornly refusing to undergo an examination and insists on finding a Chinese medicine doctor to treat him. This Pierre is the rich young man of a big family in the country of Magnesia and has a decisive position. The Ministry of Health of Qingyuan has given this task to him.
If he can't find a way to satisfy the blue-eyed Pierre, he, the director of the hospital, will be in trouble.
Regarding Pierre's illness, hospital experts conducted a consultation and concluded that Pierre must have his leg amputated because the blood vessels in his lower limbs have contracted and become necrotic, and there is no possibility of recovery.
And Pierre didn't know which online novel he read about the magic of traditional Chinese medicine, so he insisted on finding a real traditional Chinese medicine doctor to treat him. The kind that could tell his illness without taking his pulse, without amputation, just
The Chinese medicine doctor was able to cure his disease with just a few injections.
Damn it, if Chinese medicine really had such medical skills, damn it, it would have nothing to do with Western medicine.
But no matter how he explained it, Pierre just didn't believe it and stubbornly believed that there must be such Chinese medicine doctors. It was just that those Chinese medicine doctors were hidden masters and had to force others to find one for him.
This made the director of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Where could he go to find a hidden master of traditional Chinese medicine for him?
Several old Chinese medicine doctors from the hospital were also invited. However, these old Chinese medicine doctors took the pulse and looked at Pierre's condition and said that Chinese medicine had no good solution. The best solution was to ampute the limb as before.
Peel, on the other hand, believed that the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital was hiding his secrets. He even threatened the people at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. If they did not help him find a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor, he would escalate the matter to diplomacy, leaving the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital with endless food.
The director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital had no choice but to ask his superiors for help, and the superiors approved the report at all levels, and finally confirmed that several experts from Beijing would be transferred to treat Pierre.
Just when the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, the door opened, and an old Chinese doctor with gray hair and high energy walked in.
Experts from the capital arrived. The leader was Gui Lao, a great national player in Zhongnanhai. Behind him were all internationally renowned experts. The higher-ups attached great importance to this matter and did not hesitate to invite the imperial doctors.
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"Mr. Gui, you're finally here." If he hadn't come, the director of the traditional Chinese medicine department would probably cry.
The dean quickly approached Pierre and said, "Mr. Pierre, this is the best Chinese medicine doctor in China. It is an imperial doctor who specializes in treating national leaders. Let them take a look at it for you."
Pierre's eyes lit up and he became energetic. Then he sat up straight and stretched out a hand to ask Mr. Gui to feel his pulse.
Mr. Gui nodded, then put his hand on his pulse. After a while, he changed his hand. After taking the pulse, he thought deeply for a moment, and then let several other experts take a look.
Several experts came one after another, took Pierre's pulse, and then ignored Pierre's expectant eyes and walked aside to discuss the condition.
"Everyone, let's talk about your opinions." The higher-ups attach great importance to Peel's matter this time, not only because it involves diplomacy, but also because the Peel family has always been supportive of China.
"Poor qi and blood, and the five qi are blocked. If it comes early, it can still be treated conservatively with medicinal stones. Now," an expert said while shaking his head, "Let's ampute the limb..."
The remaining experts nodded, and then stated their own methods one by one, but there was only one final conclusion, and that was amputation. Apart from this, they really couldn't think of any other good methods.