He didn't dare to bet on whether Jiang Zhihao was bluffing. Maybe he only knew half of the formula, maybe he knew all of it, but this matter involved the core interests of the Hou family, so Hou Qiuping could only choose to protect his own things first.
Since no one dared to stop him, Lan Junhua did not hesitate anymore and ordered someone to help Lan Kehan into the barrel and close the lid.
Then, she looked at Jiang Zhihao, who was talking to Lu Tiande about the treatment process.
Lan Junhua's initial impression of Jiang Zhihao was very bad. She knew that she was very beautiful and the most talented woman in the Lan family.
It's normal to be attractive, but if you stare at people, it's too rude.
Now that Jiang Zhihao has suddenly risen to prominence, leaving Hou Qiuping speechless, Lan Junhua can't help but feel that this man seems a little unusual?
Of course, this is just a change in impression, nothing more.
Lan Kehan was put into the barrel and soon began to cough violently.
Seeing his pale face and sweating profusely, Lan Guoli couldn't help but said to Hou Qiuping: "Mr. Hou, do you really think they can cure my dad?"
Hou Qiuping shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Before, he could confidently say that the other party must be fooling around, but now, after being frightened by Jiang Zhihao, Hou Qiuping did not dare to talk nonsense anymore.
He only thought uneasily in his heart that he seemed to have boasted something awesome just now. If Lan Kehan was cured, would he really take off his hat as the master of Chinese medicine?
The master of traditional Chinese medicine not only represents your excellent medical skills, but also represents your good luck.
There are so many private experts, but you have been selected. This is not something you can do just by having skills.
If you step back, you may never come up again.
Hou Qiuping felt regretful and anxious, wishing to leave now, but he felt that he could not afford to lose this person.
Lan Junhua asked naturally: "Is my grandpa okay? He has a bad cough."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Kehan suddenly let out a loud cry and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
This mouthful of blood shocked everyone who vomited it. The only one who was still calm was Jiang Zhihao.
Lan Guoli was shocked and ran over quickly, but before he could say anything, he was stopped by Jiang Zhihao.
"Why are you stopping me! Why don't you fish my dad out quickly? Didn't you see him vomiting blood? Boy, are you looking for death!" Lan Guoli cursed angrily.
Jiang Zhihao was unmoved and said: "Since you choose to believe me, don't make trouble. Mr. Lan is vomiting blood now just because his pulmonary fibrosis is too severe and his breathing difficulty leads to a tear in his vocal tract. Even if it is really due to coughing up blood in his lungs,
It’s not a big deal. With the Nine-Revolution Resurrection Pill here, this minor injury can be easily recovered.”
"Fart! I believe you are the ones who are evil, come here and arrest them!" Lan Guoli shouted to the bodyguard behind him.
Lan Junhua hesitated for a few seconds. She stared at Jiang Zhihao's face again and again, but she didn't see any trace of disguise.
This man is really calm and confident, and he doesn't seem to be lying.
Thinking of this, Lan Junhua gritted his teeth and made a decision.
She pushed Lan Guoli away and said, "Uncle Third, since this matter has been handed over to Mr. Jiang, we should trust him. No matter what the final result is, we cannot make any judgments before reaching a conclusion."
"What else do you want? Are you blind? Did you see your grandfather vomiting blood?" Lan Guoli cursed.