When Zhang Shaofeng saw Zhou Yi's appearance clearly, his look of anticipation disappeared instantly, and the others also frowned.
Because Zhou Yi came in a hurry, he was wearing casual clothes. He was worried that Luo Ning didn’t sleep well last night, which made him messy hairstyle and a pair of big dark circles. He looked like an internet addicted teenager.
Not to mention the appearance, the most important thing is that Zhou Yi's age is too young, which is completely different from the image of an old Chinese doctor with excellent medical skills in everyone's impression.
Seeing everyone's reaction, Zhou Yi pulled the corner of his mouth, knowing that this was being looked down upon by someone, but he still smiled and said, "My name is Zhou Yi, and he is currently the owner of Tianyi Hospital. Mr. Gu just joked, I
Not a miracle doctor.”
His words were originally modest.
But after saying that, a mean voice rang out: "Haha, you are a little self-aware and know that you are not a miracle doctor, but you don't need to explain, because we are not stupid, so you have seen this a long time ago."
The person who spoke was a beautiful woman with a very plump figure and a pair of beautiful eyes that attracted the soul. It was obvious that the young man must be a rare beauty.
But when he spoke at this time, his tone was very sarcastic.
Her name is Zhuang Manfei, and she is Zhang Shaofeng's wife.
Seeing that his wife was rude, Zhang Shaofeng quickly pulled her aside, then looked at Zhou Yi apologetically and said, "This... this doctor Zhou, because my father is in danger and my wife is very anxious, so she just rude."
"I apologize to you here, and I hope the miracle doctor will forgive you."
Zhou Yi shook his head and said that there was nothing.
"But I also said that my father's situation is very dangerous. The hospital said that he could live for up to three days."
"And my father cannot be stimulated by any outside world these three days, otherwise he may not be able to hold on for even three days."
Speaking of this, Zhang Shaofeng looked at Zhou Yi and continued:
"So it can be said that whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, my father has only given him one chance to treat it, because once he decides to start treatment, he cannot stop it, and there are only two possibilities in the end, success or failure."
"It's okay to succeed, but the result of failure is..."
Speaking of this, Zhang Shaofeng stopped. The meaning he wanted to express was self-evident, but he didn't believe in you, but his expression was much more tactful than Mrs. Zhang.
Zhou Yi naturally understood this, but since he came, no matter whether he started treatment or not, he had to look at Mr. Zhang's situation.
So he thought for a while and said, "Head Zhang, I understand what you mean. If I am not sure, I will not start treating you."
"But please let me see the specific situation of Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Shaofeng hesitated for a moment, nodded, and staggered his position, and Zhou Yi walked over.
At this time, an old man was lying on the hospital bed, with his eyes closed, his face turned pale, his face was pale and thin, and there was blood on the corners of his mouth. It should be because he vomited blood and had not been wiped clean. Last night, Zhou Yi also saw the scene of Mr. Zhang vomiting blood.
Judging from the distance between the head and feet, Mr. Zhang is at least 1.9 meters tall, which can be said to be very tall, but at present, he weighs only 100%.
Although he was covered with a quilt, it can be imagined that Mr. Zhang might have only one bone frame left at this time. Judging from his appearance, it is very terrifying.
It can be said that the oil is gone and the lamp is gone.
"My father has been having a bad appetite in recent months," said Zhang Shaofeng.
Zhou Yi nodded, stuck his head out with one hand and placed it on Mr. Zhang's pulse, and then closed his eyes slightly.
Seeing Zhou Yi diagnosed it in a good manner, Mrs. Zhang sneered and said disdainfully: "Shaofeng, do you really want him to treat it? Didn't I tell you that I have asked Qingyang to invite Dr. Han?
”
Zhang Shaofeng frowned and whispered: "You can say less."
Although he didn't believe in Zhou Yi very much, no matter what, Zhou Yi was the "miracle doctor" invited by Gu Tianzhi, and it was unreasonable to refuse directly.
However, he would never let Zhou Yi treat Mr. Zhang.
After a while, Zhou Yi opened his eyes and couldn't help frowning. The situation was more serious than he thought, and it was blood stasis, and it was poisonous blood stasis.
Mr. Zhang was not injured, but was poisoned.
Then he stood up and pressed on Mr. Zhang. But as soon as he started, he heard a cold voice: "What are you doing? My grandfather is already dying and can't bear the power of your pressing."
At this time, Zhou Yi discovered that there was a woman standing on the left side of the ward. Her face was somewhat similar to Mrs. Zhang, but she was younger and more beautiful, with whiter and tender skin and plump figure.
She is Zhang Shaofeng's daughter, named Zhang Qingyan.
Seeing this, Zhang Shaofeng hurriedly said, "Qingyan, Doctor Zhou is diagnosing, don't disturb him casually."
After saying that, he looked at Zhou Yi and said, "My doctor, the girl is ignorant. I hope you don't get used to it, but have you diagnosed something?"
Zhou Yi nodded, and just as he was about to make a sound, the door of the ward was suddenly opened, and a figure rushed in excitedly and shouted: "Father, father, I have invited Doctor Han, grandpa is saved!"
The one who rushed into the ward was a young man with a flushed and excited expression. He was Zhang Shaofeng's son named Zhang Qingyang.
Hearing the sound, Mrs. Zhang looked happy and said quickly:
"Shaofeng, the miracle doctor I invited is here. Come and receive it quickly. This is much more reliable than some Internet-addicted teenagers who have not grown all their hair."
As she said that, she ignored Zhou Yi and pulled Zhang Shaofeng over.
At this time, an old man in a green robe walked in. He was carrying a doctor's box, with a long beard, and looked like an old Chinese doctor.
When Zhou Yi saw him, his face suddenly changed.
Because the old man in green robe is not someone else, it is Han Xiuzi.
Han Xiuzi also saw Zhou Yi and Gu Tianzhi in the ward, his steps slightly stopped, his face suddenly changed, and he frowned. After all, he was here with a mission today, and it would be over if he was destroyed by these two people.
"Doctor Han, you're here!" Mrs. Zhang looked at Han Xiuzi, as if she had seen a savior, and quickly introduced to Zhang Shaofeng:
"Shaofeng, this is Han Xiuzi, the head of Huichun Hall. You should know Huichun Hall, a famous clinic in the entire China."
"And Doctor Han is not only the master of Tianyang Huichun Hall, but also from Baiyi Sect, and his master is the great doctor in Baiyi Sect."
Hearing this, Zhang Shaofeng was also very excited and quickly introduced himself:
"Hello Doctor Han, my name is Zhang Shaofeng, the head of the Zhang family. I would like to ask you to save my father this time!"
Seeing this, Han Xiuzi smiled and nodded. Since Zhang Shaofeng had something to ask for him, it means that he did not trust Zhou Yi and the others.
In this way, he still has the opportunity to implement his plan.
"President Zhang, please rest assured. I will do my best to treat Mr. Zhang." Han Xiuzi said very seriously.