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The ward is very spacious, with all kinds of facilities. There is also a conference table near the window at the bottom, just like a small suite. On the middle bed is a patient with an upper body full of instruments and medicines. Several instruments make a sound.

Wang Cheng didn't care what the other people were looking at. He was just here to treat the disease. He could cure it, and left if he couldn't. So, he came to the bed without any psychological pressure, grabbed the patient's wrist, looked at the patient's face, and found that his face was already very pale and almost blood-colored. His eyes were closed tightly, and his breathing was very weak, and he was completely supported by the oxygen hood.

Everyone in the room looked at Wang Cheng, and Mr. Mo and Mo Baisong stood beside Wang Cheng, with a hint of anxiety and expectation. Every doctor invited would give them some hope, but in the end they were disappointed.

Holding the patient's pulse, Wang Cheng's expression gradually became solemn, his eyebrows were also frowned, and his eyes stared at the patient's face and breathing changes.

Less than a minute later, Wang Cheng was still taking his pulse. Suddenly, a gray-haired old man suddenly walked in at the door of the ward. He hurriedly shouted, "Don't let others move casually..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man saw that everyone in the room was quiet. Old Mo glared at him fiercely. He could only shut up and stop talking. He nodded to the Mo family, then looked at Wang Cheng who was taking his pulse in surprise for a while, walked over and whispered to Old Mo: "Lao Mo, we have contacted the medical experts in the capital. We can come here at most two days. It is best to let Secretary Mo maintain the status quo in these two days. Don't find someone to make some messes. Otherwise, Secretary Mo may be really helpless by then..."

Mr. Mo waved his hand to the old man, afraid of disturbing Wang Cheng, and lowered his voice: "Lao Fang, I know what you mean. We will wait for experts in the capital. But we also have to find a way for ourselves. This is Wang Cheng from Jiangzhou invited by Xiaosong. Have you heard of it?"

When Dean Fang heard the name of Wang Cheng, he was slightly shocked. He looked at Wang Cheng in shock, looking at the face that was taking his pulse, which was indeed about the same age as the legendary one. He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something at the first time, but he didn't say it out loud, and then he whispered to Mr. Mo: "Is he really Wang Cheng? From Jiangzhou?"

Old Mo nodded slightly, and a hint of joy flashed in his heart, because Dean Fang seemed to know Wang Cheng. That means Wang Cheng is really not simple. Immediately, he hurriedly pulled Dean Fang to the door. He looked back at Wang Cheng, and then continued to ask in a low voice: "Lao Fang, do you know Wang Cheng?"

Two middle-aged doctors also hurriedly came forward to say hello: "Director Fang." "Director Fang, look here..." Dean Fang was the one who called just now, wanting Dean Fang to stop the matter here.

But Dean Fang waved his hand and signaled his two subordinates not to speak. Then he organized the words and said to Mr. Mo: "I don't know him, I haven't seen him before. But I have heard that Wang Cheng has a very famous name recently. He cured Lao Tang from Jiangzhou. There was also the last time an expert from the provincial medical team went to perform surgery on Lao Liu from Jiangzhou Martial Arts Center to treat his injuries. Lao Mo, do you know?"

Old Mo was shocked, with a sudden expression on his face and asked in shock: "I must know Liu Wuzhong, Liu Chaoying's case. The famous doctor in Jiangzhou who cured Liu Wuzhong was him, Wang Cheng?"

Dean Fang looked at Wang Cheng who was still taking his pulse with a serious expression, nodded seriously to Mr. Mo and said with certainty: "Many people know about this, but only a few people know that it is him. It is said that his medical skills were learned from Li Mushan, but Mr. Li dare not claim to be his teacher. Mr. Mo, do you know why?"

Several people from the Mo family and the two doctors listened with concentration, and looked shocked. This young man was actually very big. But why haven't they heard it before?

The last medical story of Liu Wuzhong and the murder of Liu Chaoying were quite a stir, but most people didn't know much about it. The provincial hospital was the party involved at that time, and the expert who was killed by Liu Chaoying was still on duty in the provincial hospital, so President Fang knew the details and later signed the documents to hire the expert.

Mr. Mo looked serious. Wang Cheng said just now that he learned medical skills from Li Mushan, so why didn’t Li Mushan admit it? He shook his head and asked, “Why didn’t Lao Li admit it?”

President Fang smiled bitterly and said, "Old Li wants to admit that there is such a disciple who is the one who is Guangzong. If others must admit it, it will be admitted. Anyway, Wang Cheng has really studied medicine for several years. But Lao Li is too stubborn and believes that his medical skills are much worse than Wang Cheng, so he dare not be a teacher. I heard that Lao Li's Yang brothers on Hong Kong Island asked Wang Cheng to cure him, and he was helpless. Wang Cheng went to cure him for a month, which was also a disease in his mind. I have been listening to Wang Cheng's name for a long time and have been thinking about when he will meet him. I didn't expect to see him today. However, he still has an identity, Lao Mo, you must want to know!"

Dean Fang's expression became mysterious and looked at the people and two subordinates around him.

Mr. Mo looked around and saw that they were all his family, and he didn't avoid it. He asked in a deep voice: "What's your identity? Lao Fang, don't keep it a secret."

"He is also the closed disciple of Taoist Priest Changhe who was buried in the Dingguan of Wusheng Mountain!"

Dean Fang approached Old Mo's ear and whispered word by word.

When Mr. Mo heard the name of Taoist Priest Changhe in Wusheng Mountain, he was shocked, staring at Dean Fang with wide eyes, and said in a hurry: "Are you saying true?"

Dean Fang nodded affirmatively and said, "What am I lying to you? Do you know why he is in the provincial capital?"

Mr. Mo thought of something in an instant and suddenly said, "Martial Arts Competition!" Then, he suddenly patted his forehead. Recently, he was busy with his son's illness and forgot about this grand event in the martial arts world since the founding of the People's Republic of China. Taoist Priest Changhe's closed disciples are definitely qualified to participate in the martial arts competition.

Disciple of Changhe, the Wusheng Mountain in Jiangzhou!

With this identity, Mr. Mo dared not have any underestimation or suspicion of Wang Cheng.

Thinking of this, Old Mo trembled with excitement. Because he believed that Taoist Master Changhe’s disciples were definitely not people who told lies. They must have been sure to come.

Therefore, Dean Fang talked about so many things Wang Cheng had before. In Mr. Mo's opinion, it was not as convincing as the identity of Changhe disciple.

Suddenly, Mr. Mo hurriedly moved to Wang Cheng again, his attitude became much more earnest, and there was excitement and hope in his eyes.

At this time, Wang Cheng also let go of the patient's pulse and frowned. He looked at Mo Baisong and Mo Lao, who hurriedly grabbed Wang Cheng's arm and asked in a low voice: "Doctor Wang Cheng, how is my dad? Can you treat it?"

Wang Cheng ignored it, grabbed Mo Baisong's arm, let him loosen it, and asked, "How many days has your father been in surgery?"

Mo Baisong said: "It's been seven days, and it's eight days soon."

Wang Cheng glanced at Dean Fang and wanted to know the definite answer. Dean Fang nodded and said, "No, there are still two hours and eight days."

Wang Cheng nodded and his brows gradually spread out. Looking at Mr. Mo, he said seriously: "Okay. Mr. Mo, I am sure about the patient's condition and now I need to start treatment. As long as you do one thing, you must believe me."

Mr. Mo was filled with surprise and nodded quickly and said, "Okay, okay, you are a doctor, we absolutely believe in you, do whatever you want."

Mo Baisong was also surprised and said: "Yes, yes, yes, Wang Cheng, we must believe you. As long as you can cure my dad, you can let me go whatever you want!"

The third son of the Mo family stepped forward and pulled Mo Lao. He had heard Dean Fang say so much just now, but he still didn't trust Wang Cheng very much because he didn't know what Taoist Priest Changhe meant, so he whispered to his father: "Dad, should we discuss it again?"

The second generation of the Mo family had a little doubt.

Wang Cheng didn't say anything about this, but just watched calmly and let the internal affairs of the Mo family handle themselves.

Mr. Mo directly slapped his third son's hand away and shouted, "I'm here, what are you discussing? You all stand at the door, don't disturb Dr. Wang Cheng's treatment."

Mo Baisong was also full of surprise and hurriedly said, "Yes, third uncle and second aunt, you all go out. It's not good to have too many people in the room. I believe Wang Cheng can do it."

The two middle-aged doctors also looked hesitant. They were directly responsible for the patients. If something happened, they would definitely take the blame. But Dean Fang directly said to the two: "You go out too."

The two were stunned, and one of them hurriedly said, "Dean Fang, we, he..."

Dean Fang frowned, glared at his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Don't you understand what I said?"

Although Wang Cheng was very focused on his pulse just now, he also heard Dean Fang's words and knew that the other party knew Li Mushan and his master, Taoist Changhe. So he was not surprised that the other party was so polite, and immediately spoke: "Let the two doctors stay and help me."

Dean Fang quickly changed his face, smiled at Wang Cheng, and came up and said, "Doctor Wang Cheng, what do you need them to do, just say it directly. I dare not take it as if you help. You are helping them."

The two doctors had a little inexplicable attitude towards the other president, but they didn't dare to destroy the leader's position here, and they made a little aggrieved.

Wang Cheng shook his head and said, "Director, you are so serious. I am also entrusted by others to do my best. Now I need to remove all the instruments and medicines on the patient, so I will leave an oxygen mask. I will bother you."

The people in the room and the Mo family who had just seen the entrance of the aisle were all looking at Wang Cheng in surprise.

Remove all the instruments and medicines on the patient?

However, patients have been relying on imported drugs to save their lives these days?

What should I do if I die after I take it off?

Even Dean Fang, who trusted Wang Cheng the most, was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth and looked at Old Mo. Old Mo hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Okay, listen to Wang Cheng, take it all away."

Dean Fang immediately shouted to the two dazed doctors: "Hurry, listen to Dr. Wang Cheng, take off all the medicines and instruments on Secretary Mo and keep oxygen for delivery."

The two of them hesitated, but when they saw Dean Fang staring at them, Mr. Mo also had an appraisal. They obediently removed the instruments and needles hanging on the patients on the bed in an orderly manner, leaving only the oxygen mask, and then looked at Wang Cheng deeply, hoping that Wang Cheng was not a fool, otherwise the two of them would be in trouble.

Wang Cheng nodded to the few people, without saying anything, waved his hand and spread a bag of jade needles in front of him. Then he lifted the patient's quilt, unbuttoned his upper body, revealing his skinny upper body, and his chest was undulating very faintly.

Others were slightly surprised to see Wang Cheng's white jade needle. They had never seen any Chinese medicine needles. When they thought Wang Cheng was going to perform needles between the patient's chest and abdomen, Wang Cheng waved his hand and an needle instantly penetrated the Shenting point on the patient's forehead. Then he picked up a jade needle again with his palm, and in the blink of an eye it penetrated the Baihui point on the top of his head again!

"ah……"

At the door of the ward, Mo Baisong's second aunt and several women shouted in a low voice, then hurriedly covered their mouths, and stared at the scene with the others with their eyes widened.

Mr. Mo, Mo Baisong, and Dean Fang also widened their eyes and their bodies were shocked. If Wang Cheng hadn't moved too fast, they would have taken action to stop him.

The patient's head had surgery eight days ago! (To be continued...)

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Chapter completed!