Wang Yuanwu shook his head and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I really tried my best, but the president's situation... Anyway, you should prepare for the funeral as soon as possible."
A look of grief suddenly appeared on the faces of Su Qingmei and Su Huilan. They really couldn't accept such a result.
At this time, Yan Baichuan's voice suddenly came over and said: "Little friend Jiang, please show it to the president as soon as possible."
After hearing Yan Baichuan's words, Su Qingmei and Su Huilan realized what they were saying and quickly looked at Jiang Chen.
I almost forgot that he is the hope to cure the president.
Wang Yuanwu was slightly stunned, and then asked with a surprised look on his face: "Who is this one?"
Yan Baichuan said: "This is Dr. Jiang Chenjiang. He has profound knowledge in traditional Chinese medicine. With his help, the president can definitely be cured."
"Dr. Jiang? Or a Chinese medicine practitioner?"
Wang Yuanwu looked at Jiang Chen in astonishment. If it weren't for the president's condition, he would have suspected that Yan Baichuan was joking.
It’s not that they don’t trust Chinese medicine, otherwise they wouldn’t respect Yan Lao so much, but a Chinese medicine doctor in his twenties?
What's the difference between this and a joke?
However, Yan Baichuan no longer had the intention to pay attention to him, and said to Jiang Chen again: "Jiang Xiaoyou, I'm sorry to trouble you."
"Old Yan, it's no longer necessary. The president's body functions are fading at an extremely fast rate. Even if the gods come, there's nothing we can do about it. We'd better leave the president some dignity."
Looking at the situation, Wang Yuanwu's original intention may not be a big problem. After all, if the patient is really hopeless, giving up rationally is sometimes a good choice.
But Yan Baichuan became angry, glared and shouted angrily: "Wang Yuanwu, what's wrong with you? After studying medical skills for so many years, have you only learned to tell others to prepare their funeral arrangements as soon as possible?"
"Whenever you treat a patient, you should never give up until the last moment. What's more, this patient is not someone else, but our president!"
"You just give up when you open your mouth or shut up. What do you want to do? Are you just looking forward to the president's death?"
Wang Yuanwu's face instantly turned pale, and he hurriedly explained: "Mr. Yan, don't be angry, I didn't mean that, I really didn't mean that..."
"enough!"
Yan Baichuan looked at him with cold eyes and said: "I don't want to argue with you now, get out of here and don't interfere with Xiaoyou Jiang's treatment of the president!"
Although he believed from the bottom of his heart that his judgment was correct, Su Jinghong was really hopeless, and even if he could be saved, it would definitely not be something that a young boy like Jiang Chen could cure.
But under this situation, Wang Yuanwu really didn't dare to say anything, so he could only step aside and let Jiang Chen strode to Su Jinghong's bedside.
Seeing that Jiang Chen's eyes were fixed on Su Jinghong but there was no other movement for a long time, Su Qingmei suddenly asked anxiously: "Mr. Jiang, how is she doing, President?"
Jiang Chen sighed secretly in his heart and said to her: "Miss Su is facing two problems now, one is poisoning, and the other is having a cold pulse. The former is simple, I can solve it with a few injections, but she This Jueyin Cold Vein..."
Before he finished speaking, Wang Yuanwu couldn't hold back anymore and blurted out: "Poisoned? Are you sure you're not joking?"
"The president doesn't have any signs of poisoning at all. How could he be poisoned?"
"As for Jueyinhanmai, I have never heard of it. You..."
But what he didn't expect was that Yan Baichuan and Su Qingmei looked at Jiang Chen with excited expressions at this time, especially the former, who directly grabbed his arm.
"You really saw it, you really saw it!"
"You are right. The president does have a rare cold vein that is rare in a thousand years. You can even see this, so you must have a way to cure the president, right?"
As for the poisoning Jiang Chen mentioned?
Although this was indeed beyond their expectations, hadn't Jiang Chen already made it very clear?
For him, this was just a matter of pricking a few needles.
But Wang Yuanwu was confused, what is Jueyin Hanmai?
Why have I never heard of it?
Unfortunately, neither Jiang Chen nor Yan Baichuan's thoughts were on him. Jiang Chen shook his head and sighed: "Sorry, there are only two ways to cure the Jueyin Hanmai. One is to find a Zhiyang treasure that is more than a thousand years old. Medicine, such as Millennium Yangshen or Nine-leaf Star Lotus.”
"The second is to find someone who practices Zhiyang Kung Fu and practice together with them, otherwise there will be no cure at all."
When he said this, he actually felt a little guilty. The Tianyan Chaos True Art that he practiced could be yin or yang, from yin to yin, and from yang to yang, which completely met the second requirement.
But the problem is, I just said that the other party needs a person who practices Zhiyang Kung Fu to practice with him, and then he recommended himself?
Are you sure the other party won't become suspicious and beat him to death?
Although Su Jinghong is a peerless beauty, Jiang Chen is completely willing to "save" her life, but based on the principle that small lives are more important...
Let’s put this matter aside for now.
But Yan Baichuan and the others have completely fallen into despair.
In today's world, medicinal materials that are more than a century old are very rare, and medicinal materials that are thousands of years old are simply unheard of.
Not to mention, it must be the Supreme Yang Treasure Medicine.
As for those who practice Chunyang Kung Fu?
Not to mention that it was also difficult to find, even if he did find it, with Su Jinghong's character... he would never agree to that kind of treatment.
Tears appeared in Su Huilan's eyes and she said, "So...is the president really hopeless?"
Jiang Chen shook his head and said: "If she can't find the Zhiyang treasure medicine that is over a thousand years old, or can't find someone who practices the Zhiyang technique, then she can only live for another three months at most."
Three months? !
Su Qingmei's beautiful eyes lit up instantly, she hurriedly grabbed his arm and shouted excitedly: "Mr. Jiang, you mean you can cure the president and keep her alive for at least three more months?"
Jiang Chen nodded first, then shook his head and said, "It's not at least three months, it's at most three months."
"That's enough. At least we still have three months to think of a solution..."
Su Qingmei said, suddenly kneeling in front of Jiang Chen: "Mr. Jiang, please, please heal the president."
"As long as you can cure the president, you will be the savior of our entire Jinghong Association. No matter what assignment you have in the future, we, the Jinghong Association, will not refuse."
Jiang Chen quickly helped her up and said, "Miss Qingmei, you are too harsh. Get up first. Don't worry, since I have promised Mr. Yan, I will do my best to cure Miss Su."
Su Qingmei immediately said gratefully after hearing this: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang."
At this time, Yan Baichuan's voice came over and said: "Jiang Xiaoyou, please give the president treatment as soon as possible. Otherwise, I'm afraid she may not be able to last long in her current condition."
