As Wei Xianglong and others walked into a large room in the villa, in addition to some servants, there were also several personal doctors.
Lying on the big bed was an old man in his seventies, Mr. Wei Zhongyi.
His face was pale and his body was thin. He felt much thinner and older than when he saw him two days ago. Ye Ziyao was slightly shocked, wondering what kind of disease Mr. Wei had.
Jiang Minghao, who was beside him, looked at the old man on the bed and narrowed his eyes slightly.
From the perspective of physical examination alone, it can be seen that Mr. Wei's illness is very serious, even to the point of terminal illness. No wonder so many people dare not treat him.
Because if you don't do it right, someone may die at any time, so you don't dare to touch it.
"Well, there is evil spirit!"
However, Jiang Minghao keenly sensed that there was an evil spirit in this room.
This made Jiang Minghao frown, and unconsciously walked forward and took a look at Mr. Wei on the bed, and found something strange about him.
"No wonder it can't be cured. It turns out that the evil spirit is suppressing the body!" Jiang Minghao frowned and thought to himself.
Since Zodiac Five was chased away by people from Longhu Mountain last time, the police have not caught him until now. He must have left Yulin City. Why are there still heretical people out to harm people?
But Jiang Minghao then thought about it, the world is such a big place, and there are so many people who practice heresy. Apart from Zodiac Five, there may be other people with evil intentions who are causing trouble in Yulin City.
"I'll take your pulse first."
Huang Haoyu immediately stepped forward and began to feel Mr. Wei's pulse. Suddenly he frowned and said strangely: "The pulse is so chaotic. Sometimes it jumps like thunder, sometimes it is as weak as a shrimp swimming. It is difficult to catch the disease."
"Oh, let me see."
Following Huang Haoyu was Xu Zheng, a doctor from Longrentang. He was one of the top five doctors in Longrentang. He came with Huang Haoyu this time to help him out.
"It's strange, this pulse is so strange."
Xu Zheng frowned, unable to discern the identity of Mr. Wei.
Huang Haoyu's expression was serious, without any of the arrogance and arrogance he had before. Perhaps he didn't dare to be careless when treating patients now. He said seriously: "Uncle Xu, I think he should be given acupuncture first. His disease is due to the decline of the internal organs.
In addition, he has congenital heart disease, and now at his age, it is basically unrealistic to save him."
"Well, Haoyu, you are right."
Xu Zheng nodded and said to Wei Xianglong behind him: "Mr. Wei, your father's disease is very serious. I believe you should know very well that it is impossible to cure him. However, we can strive to extend his life for half a year."
"What, is my father really dying?"
Wei Xianglong stared and became emotional. He is a filial son. He pulled Xu Zheng and the others and said anxiously: "Doctor, just think of a way to save my father..."
Huang Haoyu and Xu Zheng looked at each other and shook their heads slightly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wei, we can't do anything."
Now Wei Xianglong slumped in the chair and looked at his father on the bed with a sad face: "You guys think of a way. As long as you can cure my father's disease, it doesn't matter how much the medical fee is..."
"Mr. Wei, this is not about money, but because your father is old and there is nothing we can do about it," Xu Zheng shook his head and said.
"Yes, Mr. Wei, our Traditional Chinese Medicine Association has been discussing for so long, but we haven't been able to come up with a cure for your father's disease. At this age, you should just let nature take its course." Mo Peilin also quickly persuaded Wei Xianglong not to insist on it.
Get obsessed.
"Who said that the old gentleman can live for more than ten years now that he is old?" However, Jiang Minghao, standing beside Ye Ziyao, spoke up.
For a moment, Huang Haoyu, Xu Zheng, Mo Lao and other old doctors all turned their heads and glared at Jiang Minghao. Huang Haoyu snorted coldly: "Boy, don't talk arrogantly here. Mr. Wei's disease has entered an advanced stage. Even if the gods come, they can't save him.
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Jiang Minghao shook his head and smiled: "Just because you can't cure it doesn't mean that everyone can't cure it."
"Haha, I didn't expect Jiang Wentian's grandson to be so ignorant of the rules." A doctor from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association gave Jiang Minghao a hard look.
"You're so young, you don't know what's important. If you say something arrogant, you're not afraid of damaging your grandfather Jiang Wentian's brand."
"With his little medical skills, the brand name left by Jiang Wentian has already been destroyed by him."
"Mr. Wei, Jiang Minghao's medical skills are mediocre. Don't believe his words. I can't do anything about your father's disease, but we promise you that your father will live for half a year longer." Mo Lao ignored Jiang.
Minghao assured Wei Xianglong.
However, Wei Xianglong glanced at Jiang Minghao, then at Huang Haoyu, Mo Lao and others, and hesitated.
Because he also wanted his father to live a few more years and enjoy family happiness.
"Can you really save Mr. Wei's father?"
Seeing so many doctors saying they couldn't save Wei Zhongyi, Ye Ziyao was a little worried.
She didn't want Jiang Minghao to show off his strength and not be able to save others in the end, which would cause big trouble.
"Yes, it can be saved." Jiang Minghao nodded, confidently nodding to Ye Ziyao.
Ye Ziyao frowned slightly, facing the man's confident gaze. For some reason, she believed him in her heart. She immediately said to the hesitating Wei Xianglong, "Mr. Wei, let my husband try. He is confident that he can cure your father."
Wei Xianglong raised his head, stared at Jiang Minghao, and hesitated: "Are you really sure?"
"At least 70%." Jiang Minghao smiled.
"Okay, please."
Wei Xianglong gritted his teeth, his heart pounding. In order to let his father live a few more years, he could only gamble once.
"Mr. Wei, please think twice. If his grandfather Jiang Wentian was here, there might be something he could do. However, Jiang Minghao's medical skills are recognized as mediocre and incompetent in our Traditional Chinese Medicine Association."
"Yes, Mr. Wei, you can't believe him just because of his arrogance. I know you are eager to save your father, but this disease cannot be treated indiscriminately..."
For a time, Mr. Mo and other doctors from the Yulin City Traditional Chinese Medicine Association tried to dissuade Wei Xianglong from allowing Jiang Minghao to treat him.
Huang Haoyu, Xu Zheng, and the doctors at Longrentang stood aside and said nothing, looking like they were watching the show: "I want to see what ability this guy has to cure Mr. Wei's illness."
"Okay everyone, I know you are kind-hearted, but I hope my father can live for a few more years." Wei Xianglong gave up coldly to Mr. Mo and the others.
Because he was already disappointed with these doctors, and he didn't want his father to continue to be so sick.
So Jiang Minghao walked over and ignored Huang Haoyu and others. Instead, he glanced at the young man doctor in a white coat standing next to the bed and smiled slightly at him.
The young doctor was startled, his eyes flashing with something strange...
Jiang Minghao sat on the chair, opened the medical box, took out the pulse tester and placed it beside the bed. He then took Mr. Wei's hand and placed it on the pulse tester and began to diagnose the pulse.
The young doctor next to him frowned slightly. Looking at Jiang Minghao's background, he felt a little uneasy.
Ye Ziyao looked calm, but her heart was full of expectations. She had never been like this, holding out hope for this man...