459: C459 He's Mute

C459 He's Mute

The atmosphere is quite harmonious, you know. Zhao Xiaoying and Manager Wang were both surprised to see this scene.

They never thought that Young Master Ye would actually be a doctor in this provincial hospital. Moreover, he seemed to be very popular with people. One should know that for a professional group like doctors, although they could win over people just by relying on money and power, they would definitely not be able to do it. These people were obviously sincere and not hypocritical.

Ye Mo, who could do this, had countless layers of identity and mysteries behind him.

After greeting the medical staff, the three of them entered the elevator and walked all the way to the intensive care ward. As soon as they opened the door, they saw that Su Roushan's face was somewhat pale. She sat on the hospital bed with a worried face and a somewhat aggrieved and beautiful feeling. However, this did not affect her image. Instead, it was because she was beautiful and matched her worried clothes with Dai Yu's charm.

House Cheng was also in the ward, sitting on a chair leaning against the window. He was frowning, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

Seeing Ye Mo enter the ward, Su Roushan immediately got off the bed. Tears flowed down her cheeks. She opened her mouth but could not say anything.

Ye Mo placed the medical kit beside the bed and waved his hand.

"Sit down. "I know what's going on. Don't worry," Ye Mo said. This kind of illness comes and goes quickly. It won't affect your plans."

When she heard Ye Mo's words, Su Roushan was unable to say anything, but she nodded gratefully. Her heart was somewhat at ease for no reason. She obediently sat on the bed and looked at Ye Mo with her large eyes that were filled with tears.

She had never seen Ye Mo's medical skills with her own eyes. She had only heard Ye Mo talk about Western and Chinese medicine with House Cheng last night. In addition, she had exposed the fact that the house had turned into water and soil, so she had an inexplicable trust in Ye Mo's medical skills.

When Houses Cheng saw Ye Mo come in, he felt uncomfortable all over. At this moment, his heart was also very complicated.

The time was really too short. He had reprimanded Ye Mo last night for not being able to treat illnesses. He had persuaded Ye Mo to quickly change his profession and introduce him to other people. In the end, Su Roushan fell ill the next day.

The experts and senior doctors he knew in the provincial hospital had come to see him, but they could not confirm his diagnosis. The western doctor he thought was the most scientific doctor could not do anything about it. In the end, he could only beg Ye Mo, a medical doctor he did not like, to come and save him.

This undoubtedly made him very embarrassed when he saw Ye Mo.

"I have a friend from Yanjing Hospital who is on vacation overseas. He will come back in a few days. I have already told him that he is an expert in hearing, nose, and throat."

The atmosphere was a little awkward. After thinking for a while, Housing Cheng spoke to Su Roushan.

He did not want Ye Mo. To be exact, he did not want the treatment of Su Roushan. In his opinion, TCM could not be treated at all. Even if he could not find a suitable way to cure Su Roushan's throat, he could not give it to TCM. Otherwise, he would be harming her!

Su Roushan looked at the house and shook her head. She then turned her head to look at Ye Mo. Her meaning was very clear. She wanted Ye Mo to treat her.

Ye Mo sighed. He had never thought that the house would be so stubborn, rejecting TCM from the bottom of his bones. However, he could not interfere with her opinion. He pulled over a chair and sat on the edge of the bed. Then, he said to Su Roushan.

"Don't be nervous. I'll take my pulse first."

When House Cheng saw that Ye Mo was about to attack, his expression turned ugly. He wanted to say a few more words. But looking at Su Roushan's attitude, he knew that it was no different to say more than that, so he sat down in a sullen manner.

At this moment, Zhao Xiao Ying also walked over and stood beside the house. She glared at the house, as a warning to him not to speak randomly like last night.

Ye Mo was not someone she could afford to offend. She could tell from the attitude of the doctors at the Dihao Club and this morning. He must have been a very shrewd man with a very remarkable background.

No matter how good his temper was, he could not tolerate you provoking him again and again.

Ye Mo gave Su Rou Shan her pulse for a while. After checking her pulse, he smiled faintly. He had already figured out what was going on. He stopped and said.

"It's fine. This is a small problem. I'll prescribe you a prescription later. It won't affect the concert."

When Su Rou Shan heard these words, her nose became sore, and she couldn't help but cry again.

She didn't expect Ye Mo to be so understanding of her. She knew what she was most worried about.

The significance of this concert was extraordinary to her. It was the first concert after she worked alone. Su Rou Shan threw in all her savings over the past few years.

As long as the concert was shut down, it would be the same as announcing her withdrawal. Otherwise, she would not be able to continue her career.

The entertainment industry was a place where there was almost no sense of friendship. It was a completely small-scale society. No one would wish for others to be more popular than themselves.2

This concert was something that countless people wished for Su Rou Shan to embarrass herself. If they really pulled the brakes, these people would definitely not let go of this great opportunity to add insult to injury. They would definitely work together to trample her to death.

After failing, Su Rou Shan had no other choice other than two paths. Either she went bankrupt or she retired from the industry and moved overseas.

Or she signed a contract to sell herself to those entertainment companies that used artistes as animals to exploit money and surplus value.

The reason why Su Rou Shan jumped out of the company was because she didn't want to live like this. She wanted to be a tool to earn money for the entertainment company. She just wanted to sing what she wanted to sing and perform what she wanted to do.

However, heaven's will was just like that.

When this acute illness came, even if Su Rou Shan wanted to sing, she couldn't do anything about it. After all, at the very least, she wanted to interact with the audience below the stage and say hello and thank you. However, for her who had lost her voice, it was also a kind of extravagant hope.

When Ye Mo mentioned the concert, Su Rou Shan couldn't hold back her tears. Her big eyes were full of tears and tears. She felt extremely wronged.

"Stop crying. If you keep crying and flush me away, no one will treat you."

Ye Mo made a joke when he saw the girl was crying like a baby. He bent down and took out a notebook from the medical box. He was going to prescribe the prescription.

However, as soon as Ye Mo lifted the pen, the door of the intensive care unit was opened. An old man about fifty or sixty years old walked in. He was full of energy and vigor. Behind him were many medical staff and the leaders of the provincial hospital.

"Director Hong!"

A middle-aged man in his forties, whose face was slightly red, followed him into the room. The moment the house was built, he stood up from his chair and greeted them.

Ye Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. He had never seen this Director Hong before, and he did not know when he was transferred here. However, it seemed like he was familiar with the house.

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