Chapter 37
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"Divine Doctor Song, please save my father!"
A middle-aged man in luxurious clothes shouted anxiously.
Song Jishi's expression changed, and he hurried over, frowning, and asked in a deep voice.
"Mr. Li, what's going on?"
The middle-aged man shook his head and said in panic.
"I don't know. I was fine just now, but suddenly I fell into a coma."
Song Jishi put two fingers on the old man's inch ruler, narrowed his eyes slightly, and showed doubts on his face.
"Xiaoyun, get the needle!" Song Jishi hurriedly ordered towards a girl wearing a nurse's uniform.
Xiaoyun quickly took the silver needle and handed it to Song Jishi.
Song Jishi looked solemn, unbuttoned the old man's collar, and exposed his chest.
Then, he took out the silver needle and pricked it.
However, the old man showed no reaction.
Song Jishi frowned and stabbed him again, but the old man still didn't wake up.
Involuntarily, sweat broke out on Song Jishi's forehead.
"how so?"
The middle-aged man at the side suddenly had cold eyes and said gloomily.
"Divine Doctor Song, can you do it?"
"If it can't be cured, don't show off and waste time."
"Otherwise, if the old man has any good intentions, you won't be able to leave Jishitang!"
Song Jishi's face suddenly changed, showing a trace of anxiety, and he said in a panic.
"Mr. Li, don't worry."
"I'll try again."
Song Jishi took out another silver needle, but he was already in a panic. How could he take out the needle?
Xiaoyun stood in the distance, her pretty face turned pale with fright, and she was almost in tears.
"It's over, it's over."
Ling Tian was stunned and asked in a low voice with some confusion.
"What's over?"
Xiaoyun said with deep helplessness.
"That patient is Li Zhenqiang, the old man of the Li family in Yunhai City, and the one next to him is his son Li Shenhai."
"The Li family is one of the five major families in Yunhai City, with overwhelming power."
"If anything happens to Li Zhenqiang, regardless of whether Dr. Song is at fault or not, it will definitely be blamed on Dr. Song."
"Not only was the great doctor Song's reputation ruined, but the Jishi Hall had to be closed."
After hearing this, Ling Tian couldn't help but frown.
He had long heard the old man say that what doctors fear most is treating big shots.
Once cured, the outcome may not be good.
But once something goes wrong, your reputation may be ruined, or your life may be lost.
For doctors, this is very unfair.
Especially the imperial medical sect, which treated the emperor in ancient times.
No matter how advanced the medical skills are, they cannot prevent the emperor from dying.
However, when the emperor dies, the imperial doctor will take the blame and be buried with him.
As a descendant of the imperial medical school, can Song Jishi escape this fate after all?
Seeing the old man's breath getting weaker and weaker, Song Jishi was in a panic and couldn't do anything.
Li Shenhai looked ferocious and finally couldn't bear it any longer.
"You quack doctor killed my father!"
"Jishitang waits until it closes!"
After saying that, the middle-aged man pushed Song Jishi away and asked the people to carry Li Zhenqiang away.
Song Jishi was pushed and staggered, his eyes were in a trance and his expression was dull.
There was even more bitterness in my heart.
Although he is known as a miracle doctor, how can he be able to cure all diseases in the world?
What can he do if he encounters such a difficult and complicated disease?
Song Jishi felt a deep weakness and closed his eyes in pain.
I have saved lives and healed the wounded all my life, but I didn't expect that today my reputation would be ruined.
Can even Jishitang, which has been passed down for three generations, be saved?
"If you don't want your father to die, just don't move!"
Suddenly, a faint voice sounded.
Li Shenhai was stunned and turned to look.
He saw Ling Tian looking at him with an indifferent expression, and there was even a hint of disgust in his eyes.
"roll!"
Li Shenhai roared angrily, and his face turned pale with anger.
This chapter has been completed!