Mo Qianxiong didn't talk nonsense and stretched out his hand: "Dr. Ye, please."
As soon as Ye Fan took two steps, he was blocked by the attending doctor intentionally or unintentionally:
"Mr. Mo, who is this?"
"This is the doctor recommended by my niece. Come and take a look at Duoduo. His name is Ye Fan."
Mo Qianxiong introduced the two of them: "Dr. Ye, this is Duoduo's attending doctor, Wang Qiuen, a doctor from Dongdu Medical College."
"If you need to know anything, you can ask him directly."
He added: "He knows Duoduo's condition like the back of his hand."
Ye Fan greeted politely: "Hello, Dr. Wang."
After hearing that Mo Qianxiong was looking for a doctor to treat his daughter, Wang Qiuen's expression changed instantly:
"I'm sorry, I would like to ask, where did Dr. Ye graduate from?"
He did not hold Ye Fan's hand: "Harbin Medical University, Yale University, or Princeton University?"
"I never studied abroad, and I didn't even graduate from medical school."
Ye Fan said casually: "I am self-taught and open my own medical clinic."
"Self-taught? Nonsense!"
Wang Qiuen's face was stern: "In such a sophisticated matter as medicine, self-taught is tantamount to seeking wealth and harming one's life. No wonder doctors from China have such a bad reputation."
"There are just too many people like you."
"Mr. Mo, your daughter's condition is still stable and her life is not in danger, but the chance of her waking up is slim."
"If we want her to wake up, we can only hope for a miracle, or wait for my teacher from Yang Country to come out for treatment, otherwise there is no chance."
Wang Qiuen glanced at Ye Fan with disdain: "With all due respect, the Dr. Ye you found today is completely redundant."
"I will always give the doctor recommended by niece Song a try."
Mo Qianxiong looked at Ye Fan: "Dr. Ye, please."
Wang Qiuen's face looked ugly.
Ye Fan nodded and stepped forward to check Mo Duoduo's pulse. When he passed by Wang Qiuen, his nose twitched a few times and he smelled a familiar smell.
Ye Fanduo looked at Wang Qiuen, then came to Mo Duoduo, sat down and took his pulse carefully.
In less than a minute, he withdrew his finger.
Seeing that Ye Fan ended so quickly, Mo Qianxiong sighed, thinking that there was nothing Ye Fan could do.
Wang Qiuen sneered: "Let me tell you, how could he let Duoduo wake up."
"Who told you that you can't wake up?"
Ye Fan looked at Mo Qianxiong and said calmly: "Mr. Mo, I can cure the patient's disease, and I am confident that she can wake up."
"What? Can you wake her up?"
Mo Qianxiong couldn't stop his body from trembling. He grabbed Ye Fan's hand with great excitement and shouted: "Can you really make Duoduo wake up?"
Ye Fan nodded: "Yes, it just takes a little time."
"Blow, just blow."
"Duoduo has been sleeping for more than half a year. To put it bluntly, she is in a vegetative state."
Wang Qiuen sneered at Ye Fan: "It's a problem that the whole world can't overcome. Do you think it can be cured if it can be cured?"
Ye Fan said loudly: "I am also a doctor, and I will be responsible for what I say."
"Doctor? You are self-taught and a barefoot doctor. What kind of doctor do you think you are?"
Wang Qiuen sneered: "Besides, Chinese medicine is just feudal superstition and is used to deceive the common people. It cannot cure diseases."
Ye Fan ignored him, but looked at Mo Qianxiong and asked:
"Mr. Mo, I want to ask, six months ago, did you take Duoduo to a temple or cemetery?"
Mo Qianxiong was stunned: "Half a year ago..."
Ye Fan reminded: "It was just a few days before Duoduo became ill."
"Yes, yes, it was Qingming Festival, and I took her to visit her grave."
Mo Qianxiong pointed out the window: "I was born in Nanling, and my ancestral graves are all in Nanling. I returned to China half a year ago, and it happened to be Qingming Festival, so I took Duoduo there."
Ye Fan asked further: "I wonder if Mr. Mo can tell me the location of the ancestral grave?"
Mo Qianxiong was startled: "Where is the ancestral grave? Is Duoduo's illness related to the ancestral grave?"
"It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous, a vegetative person actually ended up in his ancestor's grave."
Wang Qiuen couldn't stop shouting: "You are indeed a charlatan and a charlatan."
"Mr. Mo, it's better to drive this liar away quickly."
"Get out, get out of here quickly."
He could also push Ye Fan with his hands.
Ye Fan stretched out his hand to block him out: "It seems like you don't want Duoduo to recover?"
Mo Qianxiong's eyes instantly became sharp.
"you……"
Wang Qiuen's eyelids twitched: "Don't slander others and sow discord. Of course I want Duoduo to be well, but I just don't want Mr. Mo to be deceived by you, a bastard."
"Even if I'm a magic stick, shouldn't I give it a try now that Duoduo is in this situation?"
Ye Fan's voice became cold: "Is there a worse ending than this?"
"Don't say you don't have these."
Wang Qiuen changed the topic:
"Mr. Mo, it's best for Duoduo to recuperate now and not let other random people cause trouble, otherwise her condition will worsen."
"I tried my best to stabilize Duoduo's situation. If Mr. Mo lets this liar take over, I will not be responsible for anything that goes wrong."
He also issued a hint of warning: "I don't want my hard work to be in vain."
Ye Fan suddenly said: "Are you from the Blood Medicine Sect?"
Both Mo Qianxiong and Song Hongyan looked at Wang Qiuen.
Wang Qiuen's body trembled: "What about the blood medicine sect and the bone medicine sect? I don't know what you are talking about. Don't try to flatter others. It's meaningless."
Ye Fan's eyes turned cold: "You are not from the Blood Medicine Sect, so why do you have the aura of the Blood Medicine Sect on you?"
The cherry blossom aroma of Shizugong Noriko and Sakai Yukiko had long made Ye Fan sensitive to this scent, and he smelled it when he passed by Wang Qiuen.
Now that Wang Qiuen was angry, the smell became even stronger.
Sakai Yukiko said that this is the unique fragrance of their tattoos.
This not only facilitates the management of the blood medicine sect, but also allows them to easily identify themselves and prevent floods from flooding the Dragon King Temple.
Of course, this aroma is very light and only those who have undergone special training can smell it. It is a miracle that Ye Fan can smell it.
"I don't know what you're talking about?"
Hearing Ye Fan's breath, Wang Qiuen became even more fierce and angry: "I exposed you as a liar, so you got angry and said some nonsense?"
"Mess?"
Song Hongyan smiled sweetly: "Didn't you graduate from Dongdu University? The blood medicine sect is so famous in Yang Kingdom, but you don't know it yet?"
"Isn't this the three hundred taels of silver here?"
Mo Qianxiong's face turned completely cold.
Ye Fan put his hands behind his back: "There seems to be a black cherry blossom pattern on the blood doctor's body. Why don't you take off your clothes and take a look?"
"Absurd! Ridiculous! Childish!"
Wang Qiuen was furious, pointed at Ye Fan and cursed a few words, and then spoke to Mo Qianxiong:
"Mr. Mo, you let them slander me like this. I'm sorry. I can't cure Duoduo's disease, so let's just say goodbye!"
After saying that, he walked out of the door quickly and closed the door behind his back.
"Bang--"
After just a few steps, he heard a loud bang and then a hole was broken in the wall.
Amidst the rubble in the sky, a big hand grabbed his collar.
