,
The man who measured the three members of the Song family was also shocked. He didn't expect that the old man would fall out at any time, and he was so domineering and coercive that he couldn't help but panic.
"Complexion is...a person's complexion, spirit...and other aspects of performance..."
He stammered, and now he had almost forgotten all the thoughts that were once very clear.
"Okay, send this gentleman out!" Mr. Song interrupted him with an angry wave of his hand.
The door to the room opened again, and several bodyguard-looking people walked in. They grabbed the doctor and dragged him and all his equipment out.
"This is the doctor you found!" Mr. Song turned around and glared at his granddaughter.
Song Mingzhu shrank her neck, her face became even paler, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes.
When everyone saw it, it was no wonder that the old man had such an attitude towards the doctor just now.
He is so strict with his own granddaughter, let alone outsiders.
What's more, the higher-level doctors present could see that it was not Song Mingzhu who was sick, but someone else.
If you come out and talk nonsense, can others not be angry?
However, after what happened just now, none of the remaining doctors came out on their own initiative, and the room once again fell into embarrassment.
No matter which doctor he is, he doesn't want to face such an unreasonable and stubborn old man directly.
"Haha." After waiting for a while, Mr. Song sneered and said, "Nowadays, so-called doctors can only cheat money. If they don't think it's easy to cheat money, they won't dare to get ahead."
His words could be said to have affected all the doctors present, and every one of them looked unhappy.
Those who can be invited here can be said to be famous doctors and people who have made great achievements. They naturally have their own arrogance.
However, a doctor's arrogance must ultimately be maintained by curing the disease. Although qualifications can be discussed, if the disease cannot be cured, everything is in vain.
Several skilled doctors could tell that the sick person was Old Man Song.
But what exactly is Old Man Song's disease and whether he is willing to cooperate with the treatment is something they cannot tell.
So no one dared to come out and try it.
The two great monks who had been standing in the corner looked at each other, and both saw a hint of confirmation in each other's eyes.
The two of them walked out together and stood in front of Mr. Song: "Amitabha, old donor, please calm down. According to the poor monk, the donor's illness comes from the heart. As long as the two monks and brothers can be allowed to practice the Seven Seven Four Dharma here, For nineteen days, if you chant Buddhist sutras day and night, you will definitely be able to..."
Before they could finish their words, they were interrupted by Mr. Song: "That's nonsense, it doesn't make sense! Someone, throw these two liars out!"
Several more people came in from outside the room and dragged the two monks out.
There was also a Taoist priest who saw that something was not right, so he even rubbed oil on his feet and slipped out with him.
The room full of doctors was quite satisfied with these people being kicked out.
After all, doctors don't believe in anything like strange powers and gods.
If the bullshit Buddhism and Taoism can cure diseases, why do we need doctors?
There are so many people who believe in Buddhism, but those people don't get sick less often.
Lu Fan, on the other hand, shook his head, feeling a little pity.
"Although these two monks are talking nonsense, they are still talking about it, and they make some sense."
"Don't say that. Mr. Song is usually disgusted with these feudal superstitions." Liu Caiwang was startled and quickly grabbed Lu Fan.
"Haha, I'm not talking about feudal superstition. The old man's illness is a real illness, but the root of the disease does come from the heart." Lu Fan explained.
Liu Caiwang looked at the determination on his face and felt a little happy in his heart: "Then I will take you over to show him. As long as you can cure Mr. Song, both the Song family and I will be deeply grateful!"
"It's not urgent." Lu Fan was not interested in thanking him deeply. He came here just to help his senior brother return the favor. No matter how much he thanked him, it couldn't be as important as his favor.
"Let's see what others say first. It's not a bad thing to make this old man suffer more."
Seeing that Lu Fan was unwilling to come forward, Liu Caiwang calmed down his restless heart and continued to wait aside.
But he still felt very uncomfortable, as if he had been scratched by dozens of monkeys.
How can you not feel uncomfortable when you have a king bomb but can't hit it?
"If the remaining people don't have any better insights, I think it's better to just go back." Mr. Song spoke coldly again.
The remaining doctors looked at each other, and finally a man in his fifties stood out.
"Mr. Song, my surname is Zhou, and my name is Zhou Fangji. I come from Quancheng."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other doctors who were silent showed expressions of surprise on their faces.
Zhou Fangji, a famous Chinese medicine doctor in Quancheng, can be regarded as the top miracle doctor in the entire Qilu Province, and his status is roughly equivalent to that of Bai Miracle Doctor in Northern Jiangsu Province.
He rarely leaves Quancheng and doesn't like to appear on TV, so not many people know him.
But his reputation is very loud.
Not only the doctors here, but also Mr. Song's family have heard of this name.
"It turned out to be the miracle doctor Zhou, but he was far away." Mr. Song's attitude finally became more polite.
"Mr. Song is so polite." Zhou Fangji felt a little proud.
After all, the treatment he received was the best among everyone today, which was naturally enough to prove his status.
"Mr. Song, please extend your hand and I will take your pulse and check your physical condition."
Mr. Song shook his head and did not extend his hand.
"What do you mean, Mr. Song? Do you think you can't trust my Zhou's medical skills?" Zhou Fangji was a little unhappy. This was the first time that a patient dared not be obedient in front of him.
"That's not the case, I just want to ask, how does the medical skill of Divine Doctor Zhou compare with that of Divine Doctor Jingcheng?" Mr. Song asked calmly.
The scene was filled with astonishment.
The name of Doctor Hua in Beijing is so famous. He is one of the few remaining great doctors in the world. According to legend, he is a descendant of Hua Tuo. His ancestral medical skills are famous throughout the country.
No matter how conceited Zhou Fangji was, he would never think that his medical skills were as good as the Chinese miracle doctor.
"Of course Divine Doctor Hua's medical skills are better than mine."
"Then please ask Divine Doctor Hua to come out and talk to everyone." Mr. Song spoke calmly.
The door to the room opened and two people walked in one after the other.
The one in front of me is about sixty years old, has a serious expression, and looks like he has a fairy spirit. He should be Doctor Hua. The man following him turned out not to be a stranger. Everyone present, including Lu Fan, knew him.
