Chapter 886
As for bodyguards, I have doubts about him.
With the connections and financial resources of the Dollinger family, there is no shortage of top-notch medical resources.
In fact, over the past two years, no fewer than 100 doctors have treated Dollinger.
And among these hundreds of doctors, not one of them is unknown.
They are all people who have achieved great achievements and considerable reputation in a certain medical field.
These doctors are not limited to Myanmar.
More than half of the doctors are experts specially invited from other countries.
However, no doctor has made an accurate judgment on Dollinger's condition.
If you can't even make an accurate judgment, how can you talk about prescribing the right medicine and formulating a plan?
So to this day, everyone in the Dollinger family actually no longer has hope for Dollinger's recovery.
Even, to a large extent, I have begun to adapt to the new living conditions.
However, Qimuge, as the eldest son of Dolinger, was still willing to try something after hearing the news.
Even if it was just for psychological comfort, he should go see the doctor who came to him.
The bodyguard was very excited when he saw that Qimuge was willing to go with him to see Yang Haoran.
"Master Qimuge, that doctor is really amazing.
He just looked at me and described my physical condition clearly.
And he also promised that if his treatment has no effect on Mr. Dollinger, he will not charge any compensation!"
Qimuge's eyes lit up: "Is there such a thing? I'm more interested in meeting him!"
At the gate of Dollinger Manor, Yang Haoran looked leisurely and contented.
Nangong Lingjue looked at Yang Haoran seriously and frowned.
"Mr. Yang, are you sure you can cure Dollinger?
With Dollinger’s resources and wealth, a disease that can’t be cured for more than two years will probably be difficult to cure, right?”
Yang Haoran looked at Nangong Lingjue meaningfully and smiled slightly.
"You are making things a little too simple, and at the same time making Dollinger's disease seem complicated.
There are no incurable diseases in this world, but there are only people’s hearts that cannot be seen through.”
Nangong Lingjue was suddenly startled and looked straight at Yang Haoran.
"Mr. Yang, what you mean is that Dolinger is not actually sick? But he is being plotted against?"
Yang Haoran laughed: "I'm not sure now, but as long as I see Dolinger, everything will come to light."
Fan Tingting looked innocent on the side, blinking her eyes as if thinking.
"What are you two talking about? Why can't I seem to understand?"
Yang Haoran just smiled and looked towards the manor.
I have seen the bodyguard who left before come back, followed by a young man.
At the same time, a loud car horn sounded.
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom drove quickly towards the manor.
When Qi Muge followed the bodyguard to the door, the Rolls-Royce Phantom also happened to rush to the door of the manor.
A guard has already pressed the button to open the door.
With a creaking sound, the two doors of the manor slowly opened on both sides.
Qimuge had already arrived in front of Yang Haoran under the guidance of the bodyguards.
Then he looked at Yang Haoran with a surprised expression on his face.
Because Yang Haoran looks to be about the same age as him. If you are studying medicine at this age, you are still a student, right?
It is difficult to connect Yang Haoran's immature face with a title such as a medical expert.
But out of politeness, Qi Muge still extended his right hand and smiled lightly.
"Hello, I am Mr. Dolinger's eldest son, and my name is Qimuge.
I heard that you claimed to be able to cure my father's disease, do you have anything to prove?"
At this time, the two doors of the manor were completely open.
The Rolls-Royce Phantom did not drive directly in, but stopped at the door.
A tall, middle-aged man who appeared to be thin walked out of the passenger seat.
Everyone in the manor, including Qi Muge, became serious and bent slightly towards the middle-aged man.
"Uncle, you came back just in time. This man is a doctor who claims to be able to cure my father's disease."
Qimuge opened his mouth and said to the middle-aged man.
The rest of the bodyguards and others shouted in unison: "Hello, Mr. Tengri."
Tengger's eyes were not big, and his face looked very gloomy.
After nodding towards Qimuge, he looked at Yang Haoran unfriendlyly.
He just glanced at it and immediately showed a contemptuous smile.
Without even thinking about it, he said directly: "Okay, let him try it, maybe a miracle happens."
Qi Muge frowned, obviously somewhat reluctant.
He turned his head and glanced at Yang Haoran, then leaned close to Tengger's ear.
"Uncle, is this too hasty?
I think he is about the same age as me, how could he have superb medical skills?
Why should we waste time?"
Tengger laughed and looked disapproving.
"Ambition does not depend on age, maybe this little doctor has unique skills.
Anyway, there is no hope of curing your father now, so it doesn’t matter if one more person gives it a try."
Qimuge was speechless this time, but he was obviously unwilling.
Tengger smiled jokingly at Yang Haoran: "Then please follow us into the manor. You can go see the patients first!"
Yang Haoran smiled and nodded, leading Nangong Lingjue and Fan Tingting towards the manor.
Tengger did not return to the car and asked the driver to stop the car.
He walked in front, walking with long steps.
Qimuge followed him to a villa in the manor.
Nangong Lingjue always felt an indescribable strange feeling when he was following Yang Haoran.
That feeling came from Tengger, who made him feel very uncomfortable.
Tengger led everyone into one of the villas, which had an ultra-wide and ultra-high hall.
The decoration uses expensive materials, which are extremely luxurious and make people feel bright at first glance.
Tengger looked at Yang Haoran with a half-smile, and pointed to a bedroom at the corner of the first floor.
"My brother, Mr. Dollinger, lies in that bedroom now.
Since you said you can cure him, I will take you to see his condition now."
It was obvious that Tengger was speaking carelessly.
It seems that from the bottom of his heart, Tengger does not think that Yang Haoran is really capable.
Both his tone and demeanor seemed extremely perfunctory.
Of course Yang Haoran could see it, but he didn't care.
He was about to follow Tengger towards the bedroom.
At this time, an arm blocked Yang Haoran's face.
Qimuge looked gloomy: "Wait a minute, I want to verify your identity!"
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