"I said, why are you doing so nervous? Illegal medical practice is also serious. Since Mr. Zhao has not caused any major medical accidents to the patient, the punishment will not be too severe!"

Chen Feng shook his head with a wry smile, his eyes swept across everyone's faces, and said innocently.

"What is a medical accident? I don't know if your health audit graduates from medical science, but there is still some professional knowledge? Is my wife's illness cured? You really can't tell whether she is sick or not? In order to treat my wife, Wen Chenggong went to many hospitals at home and abroad and found many experts. Don't you know? All such difficult diseases have been cured, and they are not more useful than the piece of paper you want? Does he still need that thing to prove his qualifications for practicing medicine?"

Wen Chenggong couldn't hear anyone else saying anything bad about Zhao Fan. Hearing the words "medical accident" and "punishment" and "punishment" were heard, and he spoke excitedly.

Chen Feng was slightly stunned, as if he had just remembered it, and he turned his eyes to Wen Chenggong's wife. Seeing the soft-faced middle-aged woman looking here with concern, her expression was clear and her face was a little surprised.

"Director Tang, are you sure this patient's illness has really been cured?"

Chen Feng turned his eyes to Tang Xiaojing and asked hesitantly.

"I can't confirm that there is nothing to see on the pulse of this disease! But I just asked, after waking up this time, all the complications have been eliminated!"

Although Tang Xiaojing deliberately protected him, he did not talk nonsense. Whether narcolepsy is really cured is indeed not something that can be seen just so simple.

"I sincerely hope that the patient can truly recover. If Mr. Zhao really cures this disease, it is indeed a medical miracle. This medical technique also makes me sincerely admire it! But my responsibilities are here, and this hurdle is still a bit unkind. However, laws and regulations stipulate this. I have to follow these terms in this position!"

Chen Feng finished speaking to Zhao Fan with a sincere tone, and the topic changed and returned to the starting point again.

"You are really stubborn!"

Zhang Yelei looked at Zhao Fan with a headache and worriedly.

"I remember I should have this thing, but whoever carries it with you all day long? These things should be checked in the medical system? Is my ID card on you, so why don't you check it?"

Zhao Fan reached out and picked up his canvas bag at the head of the bed, took out his ID card from it and handed it to Chen Feng's hand, and said with some uncertainty.

"Xiao Yang, check it out!"

Chen Feng smiled gratefully at Zhao Fan, quickly took the ID card into his hand and handed it to a female staff member behind him.

"You guy, if you don't, you don't, why are you pretending? If you really don't have any, you're just fines. You're not without money. Besides, you have helped President Wen so much. Wouldn't he pay the fine for you?"

Zhang Yelei started to get angry again, glared at Zhao Fan fiercely, and shouted with a dark face. He said it was stiff, but the meaning of guarding was very obvious.

"Lao Zhang, you are a little angry these two days. Do you want me to take your pulse?"

Zhao Fan still laughed, without explaining, and let Zhang Yelei gasp.

"I have registered and I have obtained the professional assistant physician practice certificate seven years ago!"

Now that the Internet is developed, the female staff member is inquiring quickly. Based on Zhao Fan's ID number, he was soon found out about his situation. She looked at Zhao Fan with a little surprised face, and her tone was a little hesitant, as if she couldn't believe it.

Well……

Whether it was Zhang Yelei or the people from the Health Bureau, they all looked at Zhao Fan in a daze, not knowing what to say.

Zhao Fan's ID card is there, and everyone can see that he is only 24 years old this year. What does it mean to get a professional assistant physician certificate seven years ago? At the age of seventeen, a second-year high school student, he holds a certificate that students majoring in China can only get at least 25 years old.

"At the age of seventeen, do you think we are all fools? What the hell, even if you make a fake one, you have to do it a little bit like it, right?"

Only Zhang Yelei was the most direct, glaring at Zhao Fan angrily, pointing out the topic, and giving him a chance to explain, which is still a kind of protection.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, some things cannot be said nonsense. They found out in the medical system. Do you think you can register it if you are fake? Besides, they are concerned about whether I have this certificate, but I didn't ask how I got it! You are a policeman, can you keep these things? I am so wise and powerful, so I can't be a prodigy?"

Zhao Fan took his ID card and stuffed it into his bag, rolled his eyes at Zhang Yelei, and said angrily.

"Bad, does this have anything to do with being a child prodigy? The national regulations are there, and if you don't have the qualifications to refer to them, don't you know what your own academic qualifications are?"

Zhang Yelei only thought about these words in his heart and did not say them out. He is not a person who does not know how to adapt. He has personally experienced Zhao Fan's medical skills. He knows that no matter how he got them, he is indeed worthy of the certificate with his ability.

"Where is Mr. Zhao's teacher?"

Chen Feng from the Health Bureau frowned and pondered for a moment, suddenly his eyes lit up, he looked up at Zhao Fan, and asked in a hurry.

"Look, they are professional!"

Zhao Fan smiled at Zhang Yelei, who was inexplicably illusory, and teased him.

Then he turned to look at Chen Feng, shook his head and said, "You don't need to ask about these things. You just need to know that my thing can stand the check! I am not a strict practitioner. I just occasionally see it and take action once or twice. As long as I don't encounter a mad dog like Sun Qingsong, there are not many opportunities to use this thing in the future!"

"What a pity, Mr. Zhao was able to obtain a certificate at the age of seventeen. He is already a genius figure in this field. It's a pity that he didn't engage in this industry!"

Chen Feng nodded with regret and said two regrets in a row.

He had nothing to do here, and he didn't stop anymore. He said hello and left the Wen family villa with the people from the Health Bureau.

"I remembered that it was a Chinese medicine practitioner! I should have thought of it for a long time. How could a master without a master with superb medical skills have such a master with superb medical skills?"

At this time, Tang Xiaojing, who had been a little confused, suddenly patted his forehead and shouted, knowing why Zhao Fan could get the medical qualification certificate at the age of seventeen.

The inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine has been established to this day, and the current traditional Chinese medicine system is closely related to the education of teachers. In order to protect the treasure of traditional Chinese medicine, China has specially promulgated the Traditional Chinese Medicine Law, legally recognized this inheritance method, and equipped it with various other supporting documents.

The way Zhao Fan obtained a doctor's certificate should be the beneficiary of this law.

However, Chen Feng was right. No matter what method he obtained was, he had at least proved his medical skills and was indeed a genius in this field.

"Mr. Wen, hurry up and bring me paper and pen. I will prescribe the prescription for you. Then arrange a room for me, and I have to sleep for a while!"

Zhao Fan yawned, but still felt exhausted. While talking to Wen Chenggong, he waved to Zhang Yelei, as if he was driving a mosquito. The meaning was very clear, it was time for you to leave.

Zhang Yelei's face turned dark and seemed to be even more like a bottom of the pot. He snorted coldly, too lazy to look at Zhao Fan again, and turned around and went out with the police officers who came with him.

The young man who came with Sun Qingsong waited until this time before he calmly walked up to Zhao Fan and bowed deeply to him. Zhao Fan was a little confused by him. Before he could speak, the young man turned around and went out without saying a word.

"what the hell?"

Zhao Fan muttered and patted his forehead, feeling that his head was about to explode.

"I'll go, this is Mr. Wen's house. I won't ask me to come and see you off one by one, right? President Tang, are you going to stay here for lunch?"

Then, Zhao Fan saw Tang Xiaojing standing there but was still trying to speak. He knew what he wanted to say, and his head hurt even more.

"Mr. Zhao, your medical skills..."

"Stop, stop! I remember what I told you last time, so don't mention this matter in the future!"

Before Tang Xiaojing finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Fan and chose to refuse directly. Tang Xiaojing sighed helplessly and did not continue.

"Doctor Zhao, I will never thank you for your kindness. Our Wen family will always remember your kindness!"

Zhao Fan understood a little about why Wen Chenggong was so affectionate to his wife. Her words and deeds made people feel very comfortable. There was no reason for this feeling, but it was really possible.

Moreover, she had a lot of trouble just now, but her face was always quiet. Even with so many people, her eyes were mostly on Wen Chenggong. No matter what Wen Chenggong did, her eyes were always trust and support.

She didn't speak much from beginning to end, with the calmness and calmness of a lady from a noble family. She let Wen successfully handle things without giving him any burden or trouble.

This is an amazing woman. Her love for her husband is like spring rain. She is gentle and gentle, silent, but everywhere.

"Don't, I'm going to receive a medical fee. Your illness really makes me tired!"

Zhao Fan laughed, waved his hand and said, then sat on the rattan chair behind him without any image.

"Our family is very relaxed in terms of money, so you have to show mercy!"

The woman was joking, but she was not as good as her appearance. She smiled lightly and showed her eight white teeth, but she had a unique temperament that made people feel involuntarily close to her. Although it was hard to make people disgusted when she was protecting her husband.

After the two of them said a few words, Wen Chenggong walked in from outside the door, and Wen Zuoxian, who was hunched behind him.

Wen Chenggong put the paper and pen in his hand on the glass round table in front of Zhao Fan, turned his head and looked at his son. He snorted with a dark face and said in a deep voice: "If you do something wrong, you must have the courage to take responsibility. Do you still need me to teach you what to do?"

Wen Zuoxian looked up at Zhao Fan, his eyes were a little red. Zhao Fan could see the gratitude in his eyes and the stubbornness on his face. He looked at Wen Chenggong with some surprise, not knowing what he meant.

Then he heard a plop in front of him. When he turned around and looked back, Wen Zuoxian was already kneeling in front of him.

"Hey, I said, what the hell are you doing? I'm not dead yet!"

Zhao Fan didn't understand what Wen Chenggong meant at this time? He was asking Wen Zuoxian to apologize for him.

However, he had no intention of calculating about those trivial matters, and the matter at that time was mainly caused by the woman named Xiaoyou.
Chapter completed!