world famous doctor

Chapter 234
Zhu Dayong held back the anger in his heart.

When he thinks back, or calls the rheumatic patient back to ask what happened, this is more convincing than any words, more deterrent than any means.

"Okay, you all just wait here. I'll go and get the rheumatism patient back. Then I'll see what else you have to say!"

After saying that, Zhu Dayong rushed out of the hospital and chased the rheumatism patient in the direction he left.

Right now, the clinic is facing double pressure from Wei Jiang, a master of traditional Chinese medicine at the National Medical Hall, and the president of the Jiangzhou Acupuncture Association. Liu Hanwen really can't calm down.

What does Zhu Dayong want to do?

Still not messy enough?

To be honest, Liu Hanwen has never encountered such a situation in all the years he has opened a medical clinic.

He wanted to go forward to please a few words, but he was so nervous that his tongue was trembling, and he couldn't say a word at all.

He was so entangled and worried in his heart, and his expression became increasingly ugly.

As his son, Liu Hai could naturally see what Liu Hanwen was thinking, and he immediately advised:
"Dad, don't worry too much. I think Zhou Chen can handle this matter."

It was rare that Liu Hai would take the initiative to speak for Zhou Chen.

Liu Hanwen turned around and took a deep look at Liu Hai. He looked at his nose and his heart without saying a word. He just nodded and prayed silently in his heart.

"I hope so."

in the lobby.

Zhou Chen is currently confronting Wei Jiang and Ding Xuekun.

Both of them looked at Zhou Chen with gloomy eyes.

Zhou Chen walks upright, sits upright, and is never afraid of any threats or provocations.

But Ding Xuekun and Wei Jiang in front of them ruthlessly despised Zhou Chen in their hearts.

Wei Jiang said grimly, "Your surname is Zhou, how long can you laugh today?"

Zhou Chen still had a breezy smile on his face, but he appeared to be unceremonious when speaking.

"Master Wei, maybe this is more appropriate for me to say?"

"you……"

For a moment, Wei Jiang's face turned pale and his whole body was trembling with anger.

His eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at Zhou Chen, and his heart was enveloped in anger.

Zhou Chen waved his hand at him impatiently, and said slightly mockingly:
"Master Wei, are you always worried about losing to me in the acupuncture competition last time and want to regain some face? I can understand this, but using this method is probably a bit disgraceful, right? .”

Wei Jiang's resentment over losing the previous acupuncture competition has made Wei Jiang feel depressed to this day.

Today, with Zhou Chen speaking rudely in front of so many people, he didn't show the slightest respect to him, a master of Chinese medicine from the National Medical Hall, but instead ridiculed him in various ways.

This made Wei Jiang, who was small in size, almost faint from anger.

His chest heaved violently.

When he mentioned the last acupuncture competition, it stung Wei Jiang's pain.

How could Ding Xuekun, who was in the same camp as Wei Jiang, tolerate Zhou Chen humiliating Wei Jiang like this?

He immediately spoke in support angrily:

"Young man, don't be too arrogant. The combined age of the two of us is probably older than your grandfather. What right do you have to speak to us with this attitude?"

The place became noisy.

Standing in the medical center, the patients queuing up for consultation were all talking about something.

Zhou Chen shifted his gaze from Wei Jiang to Ding Xuekun, smiled and said:
"President Ding, what are you angry about? What does this matter have to do with you? Could it be that you have accepted some benefits from Master Wei to defend him like this?"

Ding Xuekun's face became darker and darker, and he became more and more angry.

"I'm warning you, kid, don't slander anyone. The truth will be revealed later, and I'll have a good look at you!"

this moment.

The rheumatic patient who had been needled by Zhou Chen just now returned to the lobby of the medical center under the leadership of Zhu Dayong.

The melon-eaters who stood aside became even more chattering.

Everyone's eyes were shining with excitement, and they were excited, waiting for a result.

Some people were skeptical about whether this rheumatic patient was entrusted by Zhou Chen.

Some people stand neutral.

There are still some people who side with Zhou Chen, believing that he is indeed a good doctor and not a charlatan.

Before he even asked, Ding Xuekun had a winner's smile on his face, as if he was sure of victory.

Zhu Dayong stood on the stool one step at a time, waved his hands condescendingly to everyone, and said loudly:

"Okay, everyone, be quiet. Today, this master of traditional Chinese medicine and this president Ding said that our Zhou Chen is in vain. Please come and deceive everyone. Now, let this patient clarify for everyone personally. Let's do this!"

At this moment, the commotion in the lobby calmed down a bit.

Zhou Chen did not intend to panic at all.

He held his hands in front of his chest, looking down on the world.

On the other hand, Wei Jiang's face was as sinking as water, and his expression was extremely solemn.

In fact, Wei Jiang was also a little frustrated.

Although he kept insisting that the patient was hired by Zhou Chen, he really didn't have any evidence to prove it.

Zhu Dayong winked at the rheumatic patient, raised his hand, and asked him to clarify the matter with everyone.

The rheumatic patient looked around.

With so many pairs of eyes staring at him, he didn't feel that his whole mood was extremely tense, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, looking completely frightened.

This scene was all seen by Wei Jiang, who took an aggressive step forward and made another burst of cynicism.

"What's the matter? Don't you dare to speak anymore? Are you guilty? If you knew this before, why did you have to cheat everyone for a few money to cooperate with Zhou Chen's acting? Do you feel good about your conscience?"

Having said that, Zhu Dayong immediately stopped Wei Jiang in a deep voice:

"Shut up, old man, let him tell everyone himself!"

Although Zhu Dayong is just a grassroots master of traditional Chinese medicine like Wei Jiang who has no morals and no conscience, he believes that there is nothing to be polite to such a person.

This kind of person is not worthy of respect at all.

For some reason, the rheumatic patient remained silent for a long time, without saying a word for a long time.

Could it be... is it really because of nervousness?
Zhu Dayong jumped off the bench, patted the rheumatism patient on the back, and at the same time looked at him with encouraging eyes:
"It's okay, if you have something to say, you can tell everyone frankly that you are not entrusted by Zhou Chen."

This does not speak, is it the default?
Still guilty?
Everyone's emotions were mobilized, and their eyes were fixed on the rheumatism patient.

Some people got anxious and started cursing:

"Speak, are you dumb?"

(End of this chapter)