Fei Hongdan and Meng Yalan didn't have much idea of what it means to be a master of Chinese medicine, but they knew one thing. The only thing they could ask the dean to introduce emphatically, with full respect, was a doctor with a higher rank than the dean.
"You, you..." Fei Hongdan stammered, not knowing what to say.
Lu Tiande said: "Let's go in first and check on the patient's condition."
He spoke, and no one dared to refuse. Fei Hongdan subconsciously pulled Meng Yalan and moved away from the door of the ward.
A group of people swarmed in. When they passed by, they all nodded slightly to Fei Hongdan and Meng Yalan as a greeting.
Although this way of greeting was a bit simple, it was enough to make Fei Hongdan and Meng Yalan feel flattered.
Watching a group of people go in and discuss Meng Shufeng's condition around the hospital bed, Fei Hongdan's face turned red with excitement.
"It's saved! It's saved now!" She clasped her hands and said, "I'm so grateful to God for saving our Meng Shufeng from life and death!"
"Mom, why do such a group of big shots come to treat Dad?" Meng Yalan suddenly seemed to think of something, turned to look at Wu Gaojie, and asked: "Husband, it's not the person you called here, is it?"
Wu Gaojie was stunned when he was asked, and he hesitated even more, not knowing whether to admit or deny.
But he didn't deny it, which made Meng Yalan feel that this was acquiescence.
She couldn't help but her eyes were bright, and she went directly to hug Wu Gaojie and said excitedly: "Husband, you are so awesome, how did you find them? Your acting skills are not bad. I asked you just now, but you still hesitated.
Yes, it seems like things were not done well. Mom, I have to thank Gao Jie this time. If it weren't for him, Dad wouldn't have been treated like this."
How could Fei Hongdan know the truth? Since her daughter said so, she believed it.
Turning to look at Wu Gaojie, Fei Hongdan nodded vigorously and said with gratitude: "Thank you, Gaojie, if your father can survive, it is all due to you!"
Being forcibly put on the shelves, Wu Gaojie couldn't help but deny it because of his face.
He could only smile dryly and nod, saying: "This is what I should do, it's no big deal."
At this time, a voice came from the side: "It's really not a big deal, but I didn't expect you to be so thick-skinned and dare to take advantage of anything."
Several people turned around and saw that Jiang Zhihao had arrived in front of them at some unknown time.
Seeing him, Meng Yalan immediately shouted angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"I'm not talking nonsense, I just want to ask your husband if he knows what these people are called and where they come from?" Jiang Zhihao said.
Wu Gaojie was still a little nervous and guilty at first, but now that he saw Jiang Zhihao, he suddenly felt confident and sneered: "Why, I don't know them, do you know them? It's like you brought them here. Also,
I've said it before, you're not welcome here, why are you still trying to get in? It's like a dog-skin plaster!"
Jiang Zhihao smiled lightly and said: "Whether I know who they are, you don't need to tell me, and I don't need others to prove it. I just want to say that I will take care of the second uncle's affairs, so you don't have to worry about it. If you can,
If so, I hope you can stop shouting here and not disturb him."
"Do you really think of yourself as a human being?" Wu Gaojie said unhappily.
Now that he has been put on the shelf, he has no intention of coming down. Anyway, no one except himself would dare to take this kind of credit.
But what Jiang Zhihao said made Wu Gaojie feel unbearable. He didn't want to be undermined by anyone, even if it was just a question.
Meng Yalan trusted her husband very much and was very brainless. She glared at Jiang Zhihao and said, "Did you hear what my husband said? Get out of here right now!"