Nanruihe is indeed a famous doctor.

But this person is arrogant and can only listen to good things and not listen to others saying that he is wrong.

He had a good impression of Meng Hao, but when he heard Meng Hao say the word "inappropriate", he immediately changed his face.

"Oh? Let's talk about it, what's wrong with taking this pill for the young master?"

"This... can I allow me to give the young master a pulse first?"

Meng Hao said, keep a respectful attitude.

"Take the pulse?"

Nan Ruihe even sneered, "You haven't even taken the pulse. I don't know how the young master is in a state of illness. Why do you dare to say that it will be inappropriate for the young master to take my pill?"

"This... I came to the conclusion that I came to when I listened to Mr. Nan's analysis of the condition and observing the young master's expression!"

Of course, Meng Hao cannot say that he has the ability to calculate divinely, so he can only find another reason.

Nan Ruihe even raised his head and laughed loudly, and the laughter naturally made him mock.

"Okay, amazing! Just based on my analysis of my condition and looking at the patient's face, you can tell that my prescription is inappropriate. It turns out that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. He has been a teenager since ancient times!"

He laughed at the end, and suddenly his face turned cold and became extremely gloomy and terrifying. "But this is a matter of life that concerns human life. Can you, a young man who is born, rush and point fingers? As a doctor, you must be cautious and put the patient's life first, rather than like you. Just by listening to other people's analysis of the disease, you dare to speak nonsense here!"

"Since you have to be cautious, I think Mr. Nan should not reject other people's opinions, but should be more cautious, repeatedly ponder the young master's condition, and then re-prescription!"

When Meng Hao heard his words become increasingly ugly, he put away his respectful attitude and became neither humble nor arrogant.

"You...! OK, you have the ability, then you come to treat the young master. I want to see how capable you are!"

As the "North and South Medical Saint", Nanruihe is respected everywhere he goes. How could he be contradicted like this?

Especially a young man in his twenties, he only made Nan Ruihe's face turn red and his beard and stared at him.

Meng Hao turned his face and said to Gongsun Ling: "Mrs. Min, although this disease of the young master is related to insufficient fetal area, in my opinion, you must not take big tonic medicines, especially drugs with potential stimulation ingredients, which will completely consume the young master's spirit..."

"Stop your mouth!"

Gongsun Ling was originally stunned by the dispute between Meng Hao and Nan Ruihe. He never expected that this young boy was so bold that he dared to confront Nan Ruihe directly.

Until Meng Hao turned around and talked to her, she didn't hear clearly what Meng Hao was saying, so she couldn't help but scold her and interrupted Meng Hao's unfinished words.

"Where did you get out of the little slut, you dare to speak nonsense here and accuse Mr. Nan. Who gave you the courage?"

At the end of her speech, she glanced at Min Yingrui, obviously accusing Min Yingrui of giving Meng Hao courage.

"Aunt Ling, can you hear Mr. Meng say it? He is really the one who asked the ancestor to come and treat me!"

Min Yingrui had to speak again.

"Get out!"

Gongsun Ling roared sharply, making Min Yingrui's face turn blue and embarrassed.

Meng Hao couldn't help but sneer and said, "Drinking poison to quench thirst is really ridiculous!"

He got up and wanted to go out, but just as the door opened, another person walked in.

Meng Hao looked over and knew that this person was Min Liangju, the head of the Min family.

He seemed to be in his forties, with black hair, rosy skin, and bright eyes.

"Dad, this one is..."

Min Yingrui knew that once Gongsun Ling and Min Yingde spoke, there would be no more time for him to speak, so he stood up first.

Unfortunately, after saying these few words, Min Liangju's face darkened and she shouted coldly: "Shut up!"

Min Yingrui endured it and had to stop talking.

Min Liangju turned her head and looked at Nan Ruihe and Gongsun Ling, and said with a smile: "What happened? Why are you so angry? Why is even Mr. Nan very unhappy? Is it my youngest son..."

"It doesn't matter if our son's illness is, Mr. Nan has already said that we can guarantee that our son's illness will be cured!"

Gongsun Ling was afraid that Min Liangju would say something unlucky, so he hurriedly spoke first to interrupt him.

Min Liangju's eyes lit up and he laughed: "Seriously? Many famous doctors are helpless. After all, Mr. Nan is still better at it! If Mr. Nan really wants to cure my son's illness, I, Min Liangju, will definitely give me a lot of rewards!"

"I still don't dare to take the reward!"

Mr. Nan finally spoke and glanced at Meng Hao sarcastically, "Someone just said that the medicine I prescribed for the young master is to drink poison to quench thirst, which is ridiculous. How dare I treat the young master!"

"Um?"

Min Liangju immediately frowned and glanced at Min Yingrui and Meng Hao with cold eyes.

"Dad..."

Min Yingrui stepped forward and asked to explain. Min Yingde laughed and said, "Dad, do you think it's funny, this kid..."

He reached out and pointed at Meng Hao, "According to what my third brother said, it was the miracle doctor he invited to treat me! This kid is not twenty years old. Just now he said that Mr. Nan prescribed inappropriately, so what else would he say... it would consume my essence and spirit. He said so seriously, and he really regarded him as a miracle doctor!"

He said, his face full of mockery.

Min Yingrui decided: "It was not Mr. Meng who I invited, but the old ancestor..."

"Listen, Master!"

Gongsun Ling simply patted his thigh and shouted injustice, "He found such a young slut who was still young, pretended to be a miracle doctor to treat our son, and said that it was invited by the ancestor. What is our ancestor's identity? How could he know such a young slut? He wanted to kill our son and then blame the ancestor!"

This is a bit of a big charge.

Fortunately, Min Liangju has not been fooled to this extent, so she doesn't believe that Min Yingrui has the courage to blame the ancestor.

So he turned around and looked at Meng Hao, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, which was particularly sharp.

"Our ancestors have indeed asked several masters for the child's illness, but they are all real masters. Could it be that you are the disciples of those masters? Let me tell you, which master arranged it!"

"Dad, this senior brother Meng is..."

"Shut up, didn't ask you!"

Min Liangju scolded again, showing great impatientness.

Min Yingrui's face turned red, and finally chose to shut up and stand aside and stop talking.

Anyway, Meng Hao was not invited by him. Since everyone in the family asked him to shut up, then he would just shut up.
Chapter completed!