The wealthy daughter, she subdues people with force

Principal Zhang patted his wife on the shoulder: "Wanying, let the old lady relieve herself."

Obviously, the little genius doctor's medical skills are already very good.

The effect is something they can see.

Presumably even if he contacted Chang Lao, it would not be of much use.

"Okay." Mrs. Zhang looked sad, but stopped asking Feng Chuyue.

Feng Chuyue could only smile apologetically.

She can't help it, the old lady's condition has reached that point.

"Don't be too sad. The old lady is also considered lucky. If you are happy, she will feel more at ease when she leaves."

She still advised.

Both agreed.

When Feng Chuyue walked to the entrance of the hospital, Uncle Chen got out of the car quickly.

He opened the car door for Feng Chuyue himself: "Please, little genius doctor."

Feng Chuyue didn't go up, but pointed behind them: "I have my own car, just follow behind you."

"This..." Uncle Chen's complexion was not so good, and he felt that Feng Chuyue was somewhat ungrateful.

Moreover, refusing now is to save him on purpose, right?

"It doesn't matter, since the little genius doctor prefers to ride in his own car, it's fine."

On the contrary, the leader was more magnanimous.

Feng Chuyue nodded noncommittally, and then got into her car.

A man came down and opened the door for her.

The leader took a look at that person and knew that he was a Lianjiazi.

This girl is not easy.

The leader here is surnamed Tan.

When Mr. Tan reached the place, he stopped.

His old man lived in the same hospital as Feng Chuyue's mother.

She appeared here, but she knew the way.

Mr. Tan led everyone all the way to the old man's ward.

"Little genius doctor, I don't know if the illness of Principal Zhang's mother-in-law can be cured?"

Along the way, Mr. Tan tried to find out some news, and he naturally chatted with Feng Chuyue.

Feng Chuyue didn't hide it either: "It can't be cured, it's too late."

"Then my father's side..." Mr. Tan hesitated a little.

What if it can't be cured?

He still hopes to cure his father.

"Let's have a look first, everyone's situation is different."

After Feng Chuyue said that, Mr. Tan only nodded.

"Okay, then you can take a look first."

Mr. Tan pushed open the door of his father's ward.

An old man inside was watching the news intently.

Obviously, his condition is a little bit better than the last old lady.

"Dad, what are you looking at?"

Mr. Tan greeted his father, and it was obvious that at his age, he was still afraid of his father.

It seems that the old man is a strict father.

Seeing his son coming, Mr. Tan pointed to the TV: "There was another flood. Back then, when we fought against the flood and rescued the disaster..."

The old man babbled.

Mr. Tan listened very patiently.

Feng Chuyue also showed great interest.

It wasn't until the old man finished speaking that he noticed Feng Chuyue's existence.

"Whose family is this little girl? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Feng Chuyue smiled and said: "Old man, I'm here to take your pulse. I study Chinese medicine. Have you seen a doctor in Chinese medicine before?"

"Chinese medicine?" The old man became more energetic, "I like Chinese medicine more. What's the use of Western medicine? How long have I lived here, and my condition has been getting worse, and they can't come up with a better plan."

"Just say that I am in the late stage and cannot be cured, so what kind of hospital should I live in?"

"It's better to let me, an old guy, go home and wait to die."

Feng Chuyue could tell that the old man had a strong sense of survival, but it was at an advanced stage, and Western medicine could only prolong his life as much as possible. Once the situation deteriorated, he might die.

"Then you must try traditional Chinese medicine, maybe we can do another rescue, right?" Feng Chuyue said to the old man with a smile.

"There are very few Chinese medicine doctors who can cure diseases nowadays." Mr. Tan sighed, "I think back then, when I was fighting in the war, I met a barefoot doctor in a village. His medical skills are amazing..."

The old man seemed to have found someone to talk to, and chattered with Feng Chuyue for a long time.

Mr. Tan was waiting and anxious.

He looked at Feng Chuyue several times.

You are here to feel the pulse and treat the illness, not to chat with you, so why are you two still chatting?

However, Feng Chuyue felt that it must be because the children and grandchildren were busy with work and no one talked with him, so the old man seemed like a chatterbox.

And people like them who have experienced those difficult years have one thing in common, they like to recall the past.

Feng Chuyue chatted with him for half an hour, and seeing that the old man's throat was not feeling well, he immediately handed him a glass of water.

"Then you must believe in Chinese medicine more. Why don't you take a break and let me take your pulse?"

When Feng Chuyue said that, the old man realized it.

He actually grabbed the little girl and chatted for so long.

"How old are you, can you still feel the pulse?" It's not that I don't believe that some young people are powerful, but the young people in Chinese medicine must be at least forty years old.

Feng Chuyue looked at it, no more than 25.

"How old do you think I am?"

"In his early twenties." Although the old man was also suffering from illness, he was obviously in better spirits.

Feng Chuyue said with a smile: "You are always good at seeing people."

As he spoke, he took his hand to feel his pulse.

Switching between left and right hands, after taking the pulse, he didn't show any expression.

"How about it, little girl, can my disease be cured?"

When the old man asked this question, Feng Chuyue hadn't figured out how to answer it.

The old man was not angry, because he had no hope at all.

After all, Feng Chuyue looked too young.

"Don't feel embarrassed, my disease is not the same in big hospitals. My son has also seen many famous doctors, but they all said no. I have already seen it."

"Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky. I am an old man, and I have lived longer than many of my comrades in arms."

"When I get to the underground, I can also tell them that the development of our Huaguo is getting better and better. There are cars running everywhere on the ground, every family can afford food, and the children can go to school..."

The old man had no intention of speaking, but those who listened unconsciously had a sore nose.

"Of course, our Huaguo will get better and better, so you'd better live a few more years before you can talk more with the old underground guys."

"What they haven't seen, you can take a look for everyone."

"If you say that, I will think that I can still be saved." The old man smiled.

Feng Chuyue hesitated for a moment: "The treatment process is very complicated, so I dare not promise you anything."

Mr. Tan could see that Feng Chuyue had reservations.

He invited Feng Chuyue to another room.

This is a vacant ward, unoccupied, and no one listens to their conversation.

Only then did Mr. Tan open his mouth: "If you have any requests from the little genius doctor, just ask. If Tan can move, it is his duty to do so, as long as he can cure my father's illness!"

"If it can't be cured, it would be good to extend his life for a few more years."

"As you said, he can also see this beautiful country of Hua for the old comrades in arms."