Mo Qianxiong didn't waste any time and stretched out his hand: "Dr. Ye, please."
As soon as Ye Fan took two steps, the attending doctor intentionally or unintentionally blocked his way:
"Mr. Mo, who is this?"
"This is the doctor recommended by my niece. Come and take a look at Duoduo. His name is Ye Fan."
Mo Qianxiong introduced the two of them: "Dr. Ye, this is Duoduo's attending doctor, Wang Qiuen, a doctor from Dongdu Medical College."
"If you need to know anything, you can ask him directly."
He added: "He knows Duoduo's condition very well."
Ye Fan greeted politely: "Hello, Dr. Wang."
After hearing that Mo Qianxiong was looking for a doctor to treat his daughter, Wang Qiuen's expression changed instantly:
"I'm sorry, I would like to ask, where did Dr. Ye graduate from?"
He did not hold Ye Fan's hand: "Harbin Medical University, Yale University, or Princeton University?"
"I didn't study abroad, I didn't even go to medical school."
Ye Fan said casually: "I am self-taught and open my own medical clinic."
"Self-taught? What nonsense!"
Wang Qiuen's face was stern: "In a matter as sophisticated as medicine, self-taught is tantamount to murder. No wonder doctors from China have such a bad reputation."
"There are just too many people like you."
"Mr. Mo, your daughter's condition is still stable and her life is not in danger, but the chance of her waking up is low."
"If we want her to wake up, we can only hope for a miracle, or wait for my teacher from Yang Country to come out for treatment, otherwise there is no chance."
Wang Qiuen glanced at Ye Fan with disdain: "With all due respect, the Dr. Ye you found today is completely redundant."
"I always have to try the doctor recommended by niece Song."
Mo Qianxiong looked at Ye Fan: "Dr. Ye, please."
Wang Qiuen's face turned ugly.
Ye Fan nodded and stepped forward to check Mo Duoduo's pulse. When he passed by Wang Qiuen, his nose twitched a few times and he smelled a familiar smell.
Ye Fanduo looked at Wang Qiuen, then came to Mo Duoduo, sat down and took his pulse carefully.
In less than a minute, he withdrew his finger.
Seeing Mark end so quickly, Mo Qianxiong sighed, thinking that there was nothing Mark could do.
Wang Qiuen sneered: "Let me tell you, how could he let Duoduo wake up."
"Who told you you couldn't wake up?"
Ye Fan looked at Mo Qianxiong and said calmly: "Mr. Mo, I can cure the patient's disease, and I am confident that she can wake up."
"What? Can you wake her up?"
Mo Qianxiong couldn't stop his body from trembling. He grabbed Ye Fan's hand with great excitement and shouted, "Can you really make Duoduo wake up?"
Ye Fan nodded: "Yes, it just takes a little time."
"Blow, just blow."
"Duoduo has been sleeping for more than half a year. To put it bluntly, she is in a vegetative state."
Wang Qiuen sneered at Ye Fan: "It's a problem that the whole world can't overcome. Do you think it can be cured if it can be cured?"
Ye Fan said loudly: "I am also a doctor, and I will be responsible for what I say."
"Doctor? You are self-taught and a barefoot doctor. What kind of doctor do you think you are?"
Wang Qiuen sneered: "Besides, Chinese medicine is just feudal superstition and is used to deceive the common people. It cannot cure diseases."
Ye Fan ignored him, but looked at Mo Qianxiong and asked:
"Mr. Mo, I want to ask, did you take Duoduo to a temple or cemetery half a year ago?"
Mo Qianxiong was stunned: "Half a year ago..."
Ye Fan reminded: "It was just a few days before Duoduo became ill."
"Yes, yes, it was Qingming Festival, and I took her to visit her grave."
Mo Qianxiong pointed out the window: "I was born in Nanling, and my ancestral graves are all in Nanling. I returned to China half a year ago, and it happened to be Qingming Festival, so I took Duoduo there."
Ye Fan asked further: "I wonder if Mr. Mo can tell me the location of the ancestral grave?"
Mo Qianxiong was startled: "The location of the ancestral tomb? Is Duoduo's illness related to the ancestral tomb?"
"It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous, a vegetative person actually ended up in the ancestral grave."
Wang Qiuen couldn't stop shouting: "You are indeed a charlatan and a charlatan."
"Mr. Mo, it's better to get rid of this liar quickly."
"Get out of here, get out of here quickly."
He could also push Ye Fan with his hands.
Ye Fan stretched out his hand to block him out: "You seem to not want Duoduo to recover?"
Mo Qianxiong's eyes instantly became sharp.
"you……"
Wang Qiuen's eyelids twitched: "Don't slander others and sow discord. Of course I want Duoduo to be well, but I just don't want Mr. Mo to be deceived by you, a bastard."
"Even if I'm a magic stick, shouldn't I give it a try now that Duoduo is in this situation?"
Ye Fan's voice became cold: "Is there a worse ending than this?"
"Don't say you don't have these."
Wang Qiuen changed the topic:
"Mr. Mo, it's best for Duoduo to recuperate now and not let other random people cause trouble, otherwise her condition will worsen."
"I tried my best to stabilize Duoduo's situation. If Mr. Mo lets this liar take over, I will not be responsible for anything that goes wrong."
He also issued a hint of warning: "I don't want my hard work to go to waste."
Ye Fan suddenly said: "Are you from the Blood Medicine Sect?"
Mo Qianxiong and Song Hongyan both looked at Wang Qiuen.
Wang Qiuen's body trembled: "You are from the blood medicine sect or the bone medicine sect. I don't know what you are talking about. Don't try to flatter others. It's meaningless."
Ye Fan's eyes turned cold: "You are not from the Blood Medicine Sect, so why do you have the aura of the Blood Medicine Sect on you?"
The cherry blossom aroma of Shizugong Noriko and Sakai Yukiko had long made Ye Fan sensitive to this scent, and he smelled it when he passed by Wang Qiuen.
Now that Wang Qiuen was angry, the smell became stronger.
Sakai Yukiko said that this is the unique aroma of their tattoos.
This not only facilitates the management of the blood medicine sect, but also allows them to easily identify themselves and prevent floods from flooding the Dragon King Temple.
Of course, this aroma is very light, and only those who have undergone special training can smell it. It is a miracle that Ye Fan can smell it.
"I do not know what you're talking about?"
Hearing Ye Fan's breath, Wang Qiu'en became even more fierce and angry: "I exposed you as a liar, so you got angry and said some nonsense?"
"Mess?"
Song Hongyan smiled sweetly: "Didn't you graduate from Dongdu University? The blood medicine sect is so famous in Yang Kingdom, but you don't know about it?"
"Isn't this the three hundred taels of silver that are missing here?"
Mo Qianxiong's face turned completely cold.
Ye Fan put his hands behind his back: "There seems to be a black cherry blossom pattern on the Blood Medicine Sect. Why don't you take off your clothes and take a look?"
"Absurd! Ridiculous! Childish!"
Wang Qiuen was furious, pointed at Ye Fan and cursed a few times, and then said to Mo Qianxiong:
"Mr. Mo, you let them slander me like this. I'm sorry. I can't cure Duoduo's disease, so let's just leave it!"
After saying that, he walked out of the door quickly and closed the door behind his back.
"boom--"
After just a few steps, he heard a loud bang and then a hole in the wall.
Amid the rubble, a big hand grabbed his collar.
Mo Qianxiong said indifferently: "Let you go?"
