"Yes, the old man seems to have been seriously injured before."

"It is a medical miracle to be able to survive until now."

Several respected old doctors next to him also nodded and agreed with Zhang Hai's words.

"Shut up!"

Meng Weijun pointed to the group of doctors and said furiously: "I asked you to come here to discuss how to cure my dad. Isn't you here to popularize medical miracles for me? Can I treat it? I'll give me a happy word?"

"For the time being, consider using the latest minimally invasive internal organ repair surgery developed by America, which should be cured, but it needs to be operated as soon as possible. The risk of surgery is quite high," Zhang Hai nodded quickly and responded.

If he dares to say that there is no help, Meng Weijun may immediately ask someone to throw him out.

“How high is the success rate?”

Meng Weijun's face was gloomy.

"Fifty percent, but without surgery, I'm afraid I can't hold on for three days," Zhang Hai said carefully.

He didn't dare to reveal that this was the greatest success rate. If it were the family of other patients, he would have made a fortune in medicinal materials and asked people to prepare for their funeral.

“Where is conservative treatment?”

Meng Weijun looked worried and his fists were clenched tightly.

"At most a week, Mr. Meng may not be able to do it," Zhang Haizhan said tremblingly.

"Is it possible to cure it by taking Chinese medicine or some folk remedies?"

Meng Weijun couldn't help but think of the wild man whom Meng Ziqing went to invite.

“How is that possible?

You are a modern person. You must believe in science and our medical team. Don’t seek medical treatment in a hurry. If you encounter a doctor in the martial arts world, you must blow him out. They will only delay the condition. Then you will get away with the money. You must keep your eyes open and don’t be deceived.” Zhang Hai has seen too many patients. After Meng Weijun asked this, he knew that Meng Weijun was thinking about something wrong.

Meng Weijun couldn't help but nodded, pointed to a group of doctors led by Zhang Hai, and said strongly: "In short, I tell you that my dad must be cured, otherwise you will know the consequences."

"Yes, yes, don't worry," Zhang Hai nodded and bowed, with a little cold sweat on his back.

Faced with a family with military power like the Meng family, even if the hope is really slim, he would not dare to say it out.

Seeing that these doctors had started discussing again, Meng Weijun nodded with satisfaction.

...At the same time, Xiao Yi took a car into the suburbs and finally stopped in front of a courtyard with green bricks and green tiles.

"Here, my grandfather is here," Meng Ziqing got out of the car and walked inside with Xiao Yi.

"The environment here is really good and suitable for the elderly," Xiao Yi couldn't help but praise, it's better to have the right.

On the other hand, Meng Ziqing was in a bad mood and was in a tangle inside.

One is a professional medical team, and the other is a young man who has no background but is deeply trusted by his grandfather.

Xiao Yi or Zhang Hai, who is stronger?

In the hall, Meng Weijun suddenly turned dark when he saw Xiao Yi appear.

How could Meng Pei be cured so young?

"It's you!"

When Zhang Hai saw Xiao Yi, his eyes froze.

Of course, Xiao Yi recognized Zhang Hai, and was stunned for a moment.

I actually met him again, but I thought that he was a famous doctor, so it was normal for the Meng family to invite Zhang Hai over.

"You know each other?"

Meng Ziqing was stunned.

If you know each other, it will be much easier to do. It would be best if you can cooperate to treat his grandfather.

"Of course I don't know him, how could I know him?" Before Xiao Yi could speak, Zhang Hai proudly denied it.

If it weren't for Xiao Yi, he would have cured Tang Aiguo.

Now that this young boy appears in the Meng family, he actually wants to steal his limelight. He will never give Xiao Yi another chance.

"There are many famous doctors these days, and there are many quack doctors," Xiao Yi's eyes flashed with sneer.

He has seen such self-righteous faces many times.

Meng Ziqing smelled the smell of gunpowder and quickly spoke, "Mr. Xiao is the one I invited to treat my grandfather. I will take him to see my grandfather first."

While talking, she wanted to take Xiao Yi to the bedroom.

"Stop," Meng Weijun strode over.

Some old experts in the hall heard that Xiao Yi was here to treat Meng Pei, and immediately started talking.

"It's so ridiculous. This is simply a desperate attempt to seek medical treatment."

"Yes, I don't believe in science these days. Do you have to believe in a young boy?"

In terms of age, Xiao Yi was afraid that he was only about twenty years old and had to die of two or three years of practicing medicine.

In terms of academic qualifications, Zhang Hai is a postdoctoral fellow in Harvard Medical School, and has won a lot of honors such as international papers and certificates.

Now he is the vice president of the People's Hospital, and many old experts admire him so much that they admire him.

But Xiao Yi has no information background and education, so how can he talk about medical level? It's simply a big deal.

"Ziqing, take him away," Meng Weijun waved his hand impatiently and issued an order to expel him.

"Uncle, everyone is here. At least you can let him see his grandfather's condition," Meng Ziqing frowned and said angrily.

"Don't make trouble, how can a young boy cure your grandfather's illness?" Meng Weijun said majestic.

"Does the doctor need to see the age of the doctor?"

Seeing Meng Ziqing looking anxious, Xiao Yi suddenly raised his eyebrows and interrupted, "There are so many experts these days, and there are countless flower stands for dancing swords and guns. They have killed people and still have to bear the burden. Some people are responsible. Even old farmers who farm can put on white coats and act as Hua Tuo."

"Boy, who are you talking about?"

Zhang Hai was instantly angered by Xiao Yi's insidious words.

He had long wanted to get in touch with the Meng family, especially Meng Ziqing, who was the granddaughter of Mr. Meng.

If he could marry Meng Ziqing as his wife, he would be able to rise to the top in the future, and it would be just around the corner.

This is thicker than Tang Aiguo's thighs. Now in front of Meng Ziqing, his image must not be lost.

"Sir, from a legal point of view, clinicians must have a physician qualification certificate. Do you have one?"

Zhang Hai smiled coldly.

The sky has eyes, and his chance to take revenge has finally come.

"I don't," Xiao Yi was particularly calm.

"I'll ask you again, do you have any experience in practicing medicine?

Do you use folk remedies to treat difficult and complicated diseases in the country?

Has anyone ever given you a banner to rejuvenate your wonderful hands?"

Zhang Hai asked a series of questions, aggressive.

"No!"

Xiao Yilan was lazy and didn't care at all.

"Which university did you graduate?"

Zhang Hai proudly shook his white coat: "I graduated from Harvard Medical School."

"I graduated from high school," Xiao Yi's expression was indifferent.

Now, everyone burst into laughter.

"You dare to come here after graduating from high school. You think that treating a child is playing house."

"I'm so laughing. I really thought I'd become a elixir with a piece of mud and roll it into a black ball."

Meng Ziqing was also briefly shocked by Xiao Yi's education and was speechless for a moment.

"It's really satisfying. I didn't expect Dr. Zhang to be so eloquent."

"Yes, this guy is afraid he's too exhausted."

A bunch of sarcasm came again.
Chapter completed!