Invincible Celestial Master System

This old man was not Deng Yunpeng's patient, but because Yan Shengli and Yan Xiaohui were making too much trouble in the hospital, there were not many people in their hospital who didn't know about their family's situation.

The old man's name is Yan Lang. He is a very kind old man. When he was young, he sponsored many children to go to school.

But it is such an old man, his son is a ruffian, and his daughter Yan Xiaohui is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Fortunately, the two children are just messing around outside, and they treat the elderly well.

After the old man fell ill, the son and daughter had been trying their best to see a doctor for the old man. In just a few months, all the things that could be sold in the family were sold, but the old man still didn't get better.

They really ran out of money, so they went to the hospital to make a fuss and ask them to refund the medical expenses.

Even though they knew that the old man would not be happy even if he got cured with this money, they couldn't just watch their father disappear like this.

Now Yan Shengli and Yan Xiaohui are also a little undecided.

I don't know who is more credible, Song Rui or Deng Yunpeng.

At first they didn't believe Song Rui, but what Song Rui said was so clear that they had to believe it.

Deng Yunpeng's words also make sense...

"Deng Yunpeng, you can say that I am not good at medicine, but you can't insult my character. I, Song Rui, have lived my whole life, and I have always only sought truth from facts!"

"In my eyes, there is no such thing as fame or disrepute. I only have patients in my eyes! I won't cover it up just because the Fifth Hospital of Medical University is my old employer!"

This was the first time Song Rui opened his eyes to see Deng Yunpeng after examining the patient.

"Oh, speaking is better than singing. Who can say good things? Don't talk about those useless things. Can you treat this patient? Just tell me if you can cure this patient. Don't beat around the bush and try to shirk responsibility. Let me see if I can help you. They connect with a better hospital."

Song Rui thought for a while, then turned to look at Yan Shengli and Yan Xiaohui, "I'm sorry, if I had taken over the patient in the first place, the chance of being cured would be [-]%, now... there is only [-]% left."

Deng Yunpeng showed such an expression, "Thirty percent? What's the difference between nothing? Our western medicine can achieve [-]%!"

"If it can't be cured, just say it can't be cured. What to do with so much nonsense, it's a waste of our time!"

The way Yan Shengli and Yan Xiaohui looked at Song Rui also changed.

It seems that they are still too naive.

"Returning your reputation... Your reputation is to climb up step by step on the footsteps of others!"

Hearing this, Yang Lisen, who had been standing behind, couldn't bear it anymore, "What do you mean? When did Mr. Song step on others to climb up? If Mr. Song did that, he would not leave the Chinese Medicine Hospital now! "

Deng Yunpeng looked at Yang Lisen mockingly, "Am I wrong? Back then he put me in the hospital with the attitude of a great benevolent person, and then borrowed my achievements to take the position of vice president. Am I wronged?" Is he there!"

Deng Yunpeng's eyes were red. At that time, he trusted Mr. Song so much, and treated him even better than his own father.

The results of it?
After the subject of his own research was completed, Mr. Song became the vice president, but he was still nothing.

At that time, he felt that the sky was going to fall.

Song Lao who pulled him out of the fire pit pushed him into a deeper abyss with his own hands...

As an old man, he was the only one among Song Lao's apprentices who knew the cause and effect of the events back then.

Liao Le, Dou Ya, and Lu Xueming listened in the background, but they believed that Mr. Song was not the kind of person Deng Yunpeng said.

"You fart! Mr. Song deserves the position of deputy dean!" Yang Lisen was very emotional, and just about to say something, Chen Fan came in from the outside.

As soon as he entered the Chinese medicine hospital, he felt someone inside and thought it was a patient.

Just as I was about to come in to check the situation, I heard arguing inside and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Seeing Chen Fan's eyes lit up, Elder Song pulled Chen Fan to the old man's side, "Chen Fan, come and see if you can cure this patient!"

Compared with arguing about what is there and what is not, the patient is the most important in Song Lao's eyes.

He had seen what Chen Fan was capable of. He couldn't help it, but it didn't mean Chen Fan couldn't help it either.

Mr. Song's disciples knew that Chen Fan was powerful, and they all took it for granted, but Yan Shengli and Yan Xiaohui quit.

"Wait!" Yan Shengli stepped forward and grabbed Song Rui, "Who is he? Is he a doctor? Did I agree to let him examine my father? What if you make my father inspected?"

Chen Fan didn't even look at Yan Shengli, "Don't worry, Chinese medicine checks the pulse, checks the pupils, and the mouth is fine. Even if the check is not good, it will definitely not be bad!"

Yan Shengli was taken aback by Chen Fan, and when he recovered, Chen Fan was already checking his father's pulse.

Opening his mouth, he felt that Chen Fan's words made sense, but he didn't say anything.

As soon as Chen Fan finished the inspection, Song Rui couldn't wait to ask him, "How is it? Can it be cured?"

Song Rui was even more excited than Yan Shengli and Yan Xiaohui.

Chen Fan nodded, "If it can be cured, it can be cured, but it is troublesome, especially for Parkinson, who is now in a coma and his nerves are trembling all the time. The treatment time may be a bit long."

Hearing Chen Fan's words, Song Rui stared like two searchlights, "Really? You can still cure Parkinson's? Is it completely cured?"

Chen Fan rolled his eyes, "Isn't that nonsense, what if it's not a complete cure? Help him relieve his symptoms?"

As soon as the words fell, the expressions on the faces of Liao Le and the others became shocked, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

Chen Fan...can really cure Parkinson's?
Or is it to support Mr. Song in front of Deng Yunpeng?

Although they didn't think that Chen Fan would do such a naive thing, compared to the fact that Chen Fan could cure Parkinson's, it was more plausible to save face for Mr. Song.

"Pfft~~hahaha~~~~No, I really can't take it anymore. Hahaha..." Deng Yunpeng watched for a long time, but couldn't hold back his laughter. He stood against the wall with his hands on his stomach, laughing with tears in his eyes Out.

"You...hahaha, you continue...I, I just watch the fun."

"Old Song, hahaha, if you want to find someone to pretend to be Bo'er, find someone reliable. Has this brat ever studied medicine? Hahaha, this is the first time I've heard such a funny joke."

Among the people present, except for Song Lao, no one believed that Chen Fan could really cure the old man.

Last time, in order to save the little boy's mother, Chen Fan took Song Rui into the operating room. Mr. Song was helping Chen Fan the whole time, so he naturally knew how heavy Chen Fan was.

That woman was almost hopeless, it was Chen Fan who forcefully pulled her back from the gate of hell.

Even if Chen Fan can't treat Parkinson's with Chinese medicine, Western medicine should be fine. This will be another great feat in the history of medicine!

In the eyes of Mr. Song, whether it is Western medicine or Chinese medicine, as long as it can cure diseases and save people, it is enough.

The reason why he was angry because western medicine seized the department of traditional Chinese medicine was not because of anything else, but because they divided medical skills into different grades, blindly praised western medicine and belittled western medicine, and felt that they were ashamed of what their ancestors left behind.