Qimuge quickly called a servant from the manor and whispered in his ear for a while.
Although I don’t know what he specifically said, judging from his constantly flickering eyes and gloomy expression, it seems that he is definitely not holding back any good ideas.
Tengger had already found a chair and sat down, looking like he was watching a good show.
Judging from this posture, he was not really in a hurry to see Dollinger.
The servant of the manor quickly left the villa, and his playful eyes fell on Yang Haoran again.
“Any deception has no place in the face of facts.
Especially treating patients is an extremely serious and scientific matter.
When the patient arrives, I want to see if you have any other excuses!"
Yang Haoran just smiled calmly: "Don't worry, as a doctor, I don't need to quibble at all.
Don't use your common sense suspicion to question my professional skills, because it will appear very ignorant!"
His wooden face became serious.
"Hmph, don't say it so nicely, it will be embarrassing when the time comes!
Let me warn you in advance, if it turns out that you are a liar, it will not be so easy for you to leave!
Don’t think that since the Dollinger family has declined, anyone can come here to cause trouble!”
Yang Haoran simply ignored the threat from Qi Muge.
Although the two people are indeed about the same age, that's just physical.
If we compare it from a psychological perspective, Qi Muge is really childish in front of Yang Haoran!
Therefore, Yang Haoran didn't even pay attention to Qimu Ge.
The atmosphere at the scene became awkward again.
Yang Haoran saw the chairs in the living room and smiled at Tengri.
"Mr. Tengri, would you mind if I bring some chairs over to sit on?"
Tengger was slightly startled. He had no intention of asking Yang Haoran and the others to sit down, but he didn't expect that Yang Haoran actually proposed it himself.
Not agreeing would be too stingy.
So he shrugged: "Of course, chairs are for people to sit on."
Yang Haoran smiled: "Mr. Tengger is indeed a good man, Nangong Lingjue!"
"Eh!"
Nangong Lingjue agreed and hurried to move the chair.
A total of three chairs were brought over, and Yang Haoran and the three of them all sat on them.
Things are often like this. It stands to reason that on such occasions, if the host does not welcome the guests, it will be Yang Haoran and the others who are embarrassed.
But the current situation is that if you are not embarrassed, then others will be embarrassed.
When Yang Haoran and the others were all seated, Qimuge realized that his state was a bit awkward.
Neither is standing, nor is finding a place to sit down.
He simply snorted and kept his original posture.
Like a door god, he blocked the entrance to the corridor from the living room to the bedroom.
None of them spoke, and all of them had serious faces.
This made Qimuge the more angry he thought about it, and his stomach hurt from anger.
Fortunately, the people he sent didn't last long.
Almost ten minutes later, a mobile hospital bed was pushed into the hall of the villa.
Lying on the hospital bed was an unconscious elderly man.
Tengger glanced at it and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
The wooden grid is indeed very narrow-minded. This is not a test. It is clearly an attempt to make things difficult for Yang Haoran.
However, Tengger remained calm and looked at Yang Haoran with a playful expression, wanting to see his panic.
Qimuge was finally freed from the embarrassing situation and breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he walked quickly to the hospital bed and looked at Yang Haoran provocatively.
"The guy who calls himself a doctor has already found a patient.
Please show us your so-called medical skills to prove that you are better!"
Yang Haoran stood up lazily and walked to the bedside unhurriedly.
He glanced at the old man lying above and touched his nose.
Then he raised his eyelids, looked at Qimu Ge, and smiled playfully.
"Are you sure you're not making things difficult for me?"
Qimuge sneered: "This is definitely not making things difficult, it's just a normal test.
Didn’t you claim to be able to cure my father’s disease?
The physical condition of the man in front of me is even better than that of my father.
If you can't even save him, there's no need to see my father."
Nangong Lingjue frowned behind Yang Haoran.
This kind of unconscious old man is definitely not caused by a simple reason. How can he wake up quickly?
Although Qi Muge's words are very beautiful, what is this if not making things difficult?
Even though Fan Tingting was young, she could see it.
He couldn't help but curl his lips, showing great contempt for his wooden frame.
Yang Haoran, the person involved, was very calm, touched his nose and smiled.
"You are indeed a smart man.
When you explain it this way, what you say seems to make sense.
Then I will revive him first, so that you can also gain knowledge and know what real medical skills are."
Qi Muge looked at him coldly and gave up his position with a sneer.
Tengger had also walked over, saying nothing but shaking his head repeatedly.
He knew this old man, he was originally an old gardener at Dollinger Manor.
Not long ago, I was admitted to the hospital due to a stroke. As a result, I suffered a cerebral hemorrhage just after being admitted to the hospital.
After treatment at the hospital, although his life was saved, he was declared a vegetative state by the hospital.
There was simply no hope of a cure.
As for saying that his condition is milder than Dolinger's, that's just an argument, and it's impossible to say whether it's right or wrong.
But what is certain is that the young man in front of him who calls himself a doctor has definitely been led into a trap by Qi Muge.
And the kind that you can’t even climb up even if you want to.
Yang Haoran was unhurried. Since he was here to see a doctor, he was naturally prepared.
"Nangong Lingjue, give me my tool kit."
Nangong Lingjue agreed, took off the small tool bag he was carrying and handed it to Yang Haoran.
In full view of everyone, Yang Haoran opened the utility knife, and a silver light shone.
It is filled with various knives and needles.
Yang Haoran took out a pack of needles and unfolded them.
It is different from the acupuncture needles Yang Haoran usually uses. This is a set of hollow needles.
Tengger exclaimed from the side: "Did you learn Chinese medical skills?"
Yang Haoran smiled slightly: "I just like to learn from others' strengths.
No matter what kind of medical skill it is, as long as it can cure diseases and save people, it is worth learning."
Its wooden frame is scornful.
"You should be careful. Although the patient I found for you is unconscious, at least he is alive.
If you put people to death, you must be responsible!"
Yang Haoran glanced at him and sneered.
"Don't worry, the situation you mentioned will never happen.