Song Bingwen came over and said: "Brother Qi, I'm sorry, you guys are here, you see I'm really missing the mark..."
Qi Guofeng waved his hand and said, "Brother, there is no need to be so polite."
As he spoke, he glanced at the room subconsciously and said, "How is Uncle Song doing now?"
Song Bingwen first pressed his hands to ask everyone to sit down.
He then sighed, shook his head and said, "The situation is terrible. There is a famous doctor inside now making diagnosis, but I still don't think the situation is optimistic."
His father, Song Chengsheng, is now suffering from illness and he is a little exhausted mentally and physically.
Even though Song Bingwen had already invited almost all the famous doctors in the province.
But when people were diagnosed, they all shook their heads and said that late-stage lung cancer cannot be cured and can only be delayed through chemotherapy or something like that.
Qi Guofeng nodded.
At this time, Song Bingwen raised his head, subconsciously glanced at Qin Fan and the others, and then said to Qi Guofeng: "Brother Qi, didn't you say you brought a doctor today, why didn't you see him?"
Qin Fan: "..."
Praying for rain: "..."
Qin Fan was also drunk on the sidelines. He thought to himself that for such a big man like me, this girl is blind.
Qi Guofeng was suddenly embarrassed. He glanced at Qin Fan with a silent and wry smile, then raised his head and said, "Brother, this is Qin Fan. He is the miracle doctor I mentioned on the phone. He has good medical skills."
Upon hearing this, Song Bingwen looked at Qin Fan again, frowned and asked, "Are you the miracle doctor?"
Qin Fan looked at him. Although this guy was a high-ranking official in the army, Qin Fan nodded calmly and said, "Is there any problem?"
Song Bingwen was even more displeased when he heard that Qin Fan was quite cool and coaxing.
He turned to Qi Guofeng and said, "Brother Qi, are you sure you can see a doctor at such a young age?"
In his subconscious mind, famous doctors are trained through hundreds of surgeries, and the older they are, the better.
But now this guy is still a hairy boy at first glance.
Qi Guofeng suddenly smiled bitterly and said: "Brother, the level of medical skills does not depend on age. My little brother's medical skills are really great."
"Yes, Uncle Song, his medical skills are indeed very powerful!" Qi Yu hurriedly agreed.
Song Bingwen relaxed his brows slightly, stared at Qin Fan, and asked aggressively: "Do you know what disease you are here to see today?"
Qin Fan sneered: "Is this how you treat guests when you invite them to see you?"
After saying that, Qin Fan turned around and sat down, then crossed Erlang's legs and continued: "If it weren't for Mr. Qi's face and your attitude today, I wouldn't do it even if you gave me 10 million."
He's seen a lot of diseases, and damn, he's never been so despised by anyone. As expected, the bigger the family, the more rules and things will happen.
The expressions of Qi Guofeng and everyone present suddenly changed slightly.
Although Qiyu was also shocked, she thought to herself that Qin Fan was really awesome.
Anyone else would definitely not dare to talk to Song Bingwen.
The butler who had disliked Qin Fan before suddenly stepped forward and shouted coldly: "Young man, please pay attention to your words. Do you know who this person is in front of you?"
Qin Fan raised his head and glared and said, "I don't care who you are. If you want to see a doctor, don't talk so much. If you don't see a doctor, I don't want to waste my time."
If others talk to Qin Fan well, then Qin Fan must also talk to him well.
But he was particularly annoyed by people who were pretending to be cool. They came to see a doctor out of kindness, but ended up being looked down upon by others.
According to Qin Fan's temper, he definitely doesn't have a good face.
Song Bingwen waved his hand to signal the butler to shut up. He tried his best to hold back his anger, stared at Qin Fan and said, "Young man, your tone sounds very powerful. Do you know that my father has terminal lung cancer? Do you really think you can cure it?"
Qin Fan sneered and said: "I'm not bragging, late stage lung cancer is nothing."
Everyone was shocked when they heard it.
They thought that Qin Fan was so good at bragging that when all the famous doctors were helpless, this guy's words would be useless.
Even Qi Guofeng and Qi Yu were surprised.
When Song Bingwen saw what Qin Fan said, his expression changed slightly, and he nodded immediately and said: "Young man, since you are so confident, I will let you see. I won't argue with you about what you just said."
After a pause, Song Bingwen stared at Qin Fan and said coldly: "But if you can be cured, I will become sworn brothers with you. I will satisfy you whatever you want, but if you can't be cured..."
Qin Fan was also drunk. He waved his hand and said directly: "Don't fix those useless things. If I can't cure them, you can do whatever you want."
"Okay," Song Bingwen nodded, and then invited Qin Fan, Qi Guofeng and Qi Yu into the room.
Entering the bedroom, Qin Fan saw Song Chengsheng lying on Simmons. Although he was conscious, he was obviously unable to speak because of the constant coughing.
Next to him, an old doctor about sixty years old was checking his pulse with his eyes closed.
This old doctor's name is Kou Sheng. He is a professor at the No. 1 Hospital in this city and has profound medical skills in the heart and lungs.
Qin Fan and the others came in and saw that they were being treated, but they didn't say anything.
One minute later.
Kou Sheng then stood up, shook his head at Song Bingwen and said: "Mr. Song, I'm really sorry. Mr. Song's lung cancer is in the advanced stage, and I'm afraid there's nothing that can be done about it. I now recommend chemotherapy as soon as possible in order to delay the disease, otherwise Mr. Song may be afraid
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He didn't say any more, but the meaning was already very clear.
At this time, Qin Fan came over, stood in front of the bed and looked at Mr. Song, then shook his head and said: "No need for chemotherapy, the patient can still be saved."
When Song Bingwen heard this, his expression suddenly became excited. He turned his head and looked at Qin Fan and asked, "You mean my father can be saved?"
Qin Fan glanced at the other person and ignored him, but continued to look down at the patient.
Kou Sheng must have been unhappy when he heard this. He walked up to Qin Fan and said with a sneer: "Little brother, how dare you conclude that it can be saved before you have diagnosed it?"
Qin Fan said calmly: "I can tell."
"You can tell?" Kou Sheng snorted coldly and said: "Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, hearing, asking, and understanding. Inspection is the most difficult knowledge. No one who has practiced medicine for decades would not dare to talk about it. I don't think you can do that.
You dare to brag at the age of twenty, you really dare to brag."
Kou Sheng was very angry when he saw Qin Fan ignoring him, and immediately asked: "Okay, even if you can tell, which hospital are you from?"
Qin Fan then looked away from the patient and stared at Kou Sheng.
For doctors who treat illnesses and save lives, Qin Fan actually gives him some face.
So Qin Fan shook his head and said, "I'm not a doctor, I'm just a farmer."
"What? Farmers?" Kou Sheng sneered when he heard this.
He turned to look at Song Bingwen and said: "Mr. Song, I think it's better to send Mr. Song to the hospital for chemotherapy as soon as possible. The farmer you invited is a wild man who can only brag. Not only can he not treat the disease well, but he also delays Song's treatment."