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When Liu Caiwang saw this old man, his energy suddenly perked up. He wanted to go over and say hello, but he seemed a little afraid.
Lu Fan, on the other hand, shook his head and sighed after seeing the old man.
"What's wrong?" Tang Yuxi was very surprised when she saw his behavior.
"Heaven wants to kill him, but man can't save him!" Lu Fan thought for a while and finally said it.
Normally, he should not disclose the patient's condition.
But anyway, I won’t say it now, I will say something later, so he said something first. As for whether they can understand it, it depends on the understanding ability of Tang Yuxi and Liu Caiwang.
His voice was so low that only the two people around him could hear it.
These two people were not stupid. They both fell into thinking after hearing Lu Fan's semi-incomprehensible words.
"You mean, Mr. Song is ill? And he is very ill?" Liu Caiwang asked.
"You brought me to treat people, but you don't know who is sick?" Lu Fan asked.
"Haha." Liu Caiwang smiled coquettishly, "I only know that someone in the Song family is seriously ill and is seeking medical treatment everywhere, but I really don't know who is sick."
Lu Fan and Tang Yuxi were speechless for a while.
This fat man was such a sycophant that he didn't even know who was sick, so he started seeking medical treatment everywhere and even brought Lu Fan here.
If it weren't for his senior brother's favor, Lu Fan would really want to leave.
"You mean, this old man's condition is very serious and cannot be saved?" Tang Yuxi decided to ignore the fat man, "But I think he seems to be in good spirits and his eyes are very sharp!"
"The sharp eyes are just a result of his years of being in a position of power and his temper. It does not mean that he is not sick." Lu Fan explained, "Also, his disease is indeed difficult to treat, but It’s not to the point where I can’t cure it.”
During the discussion between the two people and under the gaze of everyone in the room, Mr. Song slowly walked to a large chair in the middle of the room and sat down with his hands behind his back.
In addition to his granddaughter who came in first, there was also a middle-aged man following him. He also strode proudly, held his head high, and his arrogant aura was somewhat similar to his.
"That is Mr. Song, Mr. Song's only son and the father of Miss Mingzhu." Liu Caiwang said in a low voice.
Lu Fan found it a bit funny. These two men seemed to be carved out of the same mold. Even if he didn't talk to them, he could feel their arrogance and domineering.
Maybe the old man's disease will happen again to his son in the future, that would be very interesting.
After Mr. Song sat down, Song Mingzhu stood beside him and spoke.
"I invite you all here today because of my grandpa..."
"Shut up!" The old man turned his head and glared, stopping all his granddaughter's words.
Then he turned his head and shot around the room. Everyone he saw couldn't help but shudder.
"Everyone who came to my house today must be thinking that they are superior in medical skills. In this case, please come and see which one of the three in our family is sick."
As soon as his words came out, the group of people in the room were almost stunned.
Is there anyone who treats doctors like this?
The doctors came, but the patient not only refused to cooperate, but also brought several people out with him so that the doctors could find out which one was sick first.
This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!
But no one dared to complain at all.
The doctors who were able to come here were all brought here by others. Before they came, like Lu Fan, they were all given a serious warning by the people who brought them here.
They all also realized that the owner of this house, the old man, was probably not someone to be trifled with.
This illness today doesn’t look good!
For three full minutes, no one spoke. Everyone wanted to wait and wait and see what would happen.
"Haha, is this the doctor you found?" Mr. Song spoke again. Although his tone was not harsh, the tone of ridicule and disdain was very obvious.
Song Mingzhu blushed. She was the one who broke the news about calling a doctor. She didn't expect that it would make her grandfather so unhappy.
However, no matter how unhappy Grandpa was, she had made up her mind today to let these doctors take a look at Grandpa.
Even if she would receive the harshest reprimand from her grandfather later, it wouldn't matter.
"Mr. Song." Finally one person couldn't stand anymore, "We came here only after your family released the information seeking medical treatment, not because we came to your door to beg you for medical treatment!"
"Oh?" Mr. Song gave him a cold look, "Are you also a doctor?"
"That's right!" The man nodded.
"Since you are a doctor, you should be very familiar with your patients, right? Come and see, among the three of us, which one is sick?"
The man took two steps forward, walked in front of Mr. Song and the other two, and carefully observed their expressions.
He was wearing a white coat and looked like a Western doctor.
Western medicine also has a saying about observing a person's complexion, so he doesn't object to taking a look first.
After looking for a while, he couldn't find any problem, so he bit the bullet and spoke again: "I can't be sure just by looking at it, unless I can do a simple blood pressure and temperature check."
"Then do it." Mr. Song did not object.
The man took out a stethoscope, a sphygmomanometer, an electronic thermometer, and a medical record. He examined all three members of the Song family and recorded everything in the medical record.
After he finished memorizing it, he became worried.
From the data of body temperature, blood pressure and heartbeat, except for the youngest Song Mingzhu who seemed to have some abnormalities, the other two were very normal.
Even for Song Mingzhu, although the data was a little abnormal, it was still within the normal range. It could not be said that she was suffering from some disease.
I originally thought that Mr. Song would have some blood pressure problems at such an old age, but unexpectedly, his blood pressure was actually better than that of young people.
"How's it going?" Seeing that the man didn't speak, Mr. Song asked directly.
"This... this..." The man was already breaking out in a cold sweat, and he said hesitantly, "The data of Mr. Song's family of three are all very good, which shows that you usually pay great attention to maintenance. But I see Miss Song's complexion. It’s very bad, so I suggest Miss Song go to a large hospital for a detailed examination.”
In his opinion, there should be something wrong with Song Mingzhu, and her face is indeed ugly. He said so, and there should be no problem.
But unexpectedly, Mr. Song was furious and slapped the table: "Poor complexion? What does poor complexion mean? Tell me, what is complexion, and what is the standard for poor complexion?" Everyone in the room almost fainted. , no one expected that this old man would be so unreasonable and could not even say a single word.
