425: C425 Lan Hao Was Seriously Ill

C425 Lan Hao Was Seriously Ill

On the other side.

In the hospital.

Everyone started to get busy, including the director and Ho Zhengde in the same ward. Behind them stood a row of experts. This row of experts had serious expressions on their faces.

The director's expression was also not relaxed.

The director said to the people beside him, "The doctor in charge of Mr. Lan, have you guys contacted him?"

Mr. Lan's secretary's expression was gloomy and very ugly.

"Director, if anything happens to Mr. Lan in your hospital, we will investigate it to the end."

Mr. Lan's secretary, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, said very seriously.

This made the director's expression become even uglier, but he still comforted, "Don't worry, we will treat him well and ensure Mr. Lan's safety."

"It's best this way."

"Please go out for a while, we will treat the patient. “

The secretary snorted and walked out angrily.

Mr. Lan's identity was rather special, so the dean could only be cautious and not dare to make the slightest mistake.

After the secretary left, the director saw that the doctor was still standing there and said, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and help me find the attending physician."

The hospital director looked at Mr. Lan Wuqing's expression. At this time, he did not have a better idea.

Furthermore, he did not dare to treat Mr. Lan rashly. After all, if he treated Mr. Lan now, he would be the one to blame if something happened to Mr. Lan.

On the other side, Liu Chao still didn't know about the situation here.

As soon as he hung up the phone, his phone rang.

He looked at the caller ID and didn't waste too much time.

"Liu Chao, something bad happened."

Liu Chao's expression changed slightly when he heard that. He then said, "What happened? Speak slowly. "

An urgent voice sounded from the other side.

"It's like this. Something has happened to Mr. Lan. Quickly come back and take a look."

Liu Chao hung up the phone and rushed to the hospital. Liu Chao also valued Mr. Lan's condition. After all, as long as Mr. Lan was cured this time, the reward alone would be ten million.

After Liu Chao arrived at the hospital.

He quickly asked the person beside him about Mr. Lan's condition.

The person beside him quickly explained Mr. Lan's current condition.

When the dean saw Zhang Xiaofeng, he quickly said to Zhang Xiaofeng, "This time, Mr. Lan's condition cannot be delayed. If anything happens to Mr. Lan, you will be held responsible."

Zhang Xiaofeng saw that the dean was in such a hurry and said calmly, "Dean, don't worry. This isn't a difficult matter to me. I have confidence in Mr. Lan's condition."

Zhang Xiaofeng went to the ward and checked Mr. Lan's condition.

Zhang Xiaofeng, who was standing at the side, had an ugly expression on his face.

However, he was still calm. Soon, he started to treat Mr. Lan according to his own method.

However, after some treatment, Mr. Lan's condition didn't improve. Instead, it became even worse. This made Liu Chao's facial expression turn ugly.

The doctor who assisted Zhang Xiaofeng could not help but say, "Zhang Xiaofeng, Mr. Lan seems to be unable to do it."

Zhang Xiaofeng said with a gloomy face, "You don't need to say, I can see it."

Zhang Xiaofeng's heart was burning with anxiety. Now that he could not get ten million, he might even have to bear the reputation of a quack.

Zhang Xiaofeng thought for a while and said to the doctor beside him, "Go and call the hospital director in."

The doctor beside did not dare to delay and quickly went out to call the hospital director.

After the director came in, Zhang Xiaofeng opened his mouth and said, "Director, the patient's condition is temporarily stabilized. Western medicine treatment method is not very good. I suggest using TCM."

When the doctor beside heard Zhang Xiaofeng so calmly saying lies, his expression could not help changing slightly.

But he did not dare to interrupt and say anything.

Furthermore, it was definitely not a small matter regarding Mr. Lan's condition.

When the dean heard Zhang Xiaofeng's words, his worried heart immediately felt a little relieved.

He quickly praised Zhang Xiaofeng and said, "You are truly worthy of being young and promising. You have done well."

Zhang Xiaofeng laughed dryly and continued, "Dean, although that is the case, Mr. Lan's condition cannot be delayed. We need to let TCM take over as soon as possible."

Zhang Xiaofeng was anxious to get rid of the blame and said so.

The director said, "Don't worry. I will finish this matter as soon as possible. You should rest well. You have worked hard."

After Zhang Xiaofeng left the ward, the doctor beside him asked Zhang Xiaofeng, "Is this okay?"

"Why not? Now that we have lost our hands, we do not have to bear the responsibility anymore, the doctor said."

Zhang Xiaofeng said with a sinister smile on his face.

"What should we do if they want to hold us responsible?"

"It's fine if we don't admit it. The patient did not suffer from any problems under our treatment."

The doctor next to Zhang Xiaofeng seemed to have learned something.

The hospital director didn't delay. If it was the representative of South City's TCM, then it was Ho Zhengde. Therefore, the first person to treat a patient with TCM was definitely Ho Zhengde.

The director briefly explained the situation to Ho Zhengde. Ho Zhengde was a good doctor himself. Ho Zhengde agreed to treat a patient immediately.

The dean said to Ho Zhengde, "Old Crane, I'll leave this matter to you."

"Dean, you don't have to be so polite. I will do my best."

The dean was still somewhat worried. After all, this was not treatment for ordinary people, but for Mr. Lan. If something were to happen to him, they would not be able to bear it.

In the end, the director did not forget to remind Ho Zhengde, "Old He, you must be careful this time, and also careful."

"Don't worry, I will."

Ho Zhengde answered and entered the ward. He quickly checked the patient's condition.1

After checking for a while, he found that the patient's condition was indeed gradually stabilizing.

Ho Zhengde checked the patient's medical records and the actual situation. He quickly developed a prescription. The prescription he prescribed was still relatively mild, as long as it was to regulate the body.

Ho Zhengde gave the prescription to the doctor beside him and let him grab the medicine and boil the medicine.

Ho Zhengde was naturally very cautious when facing Mr. Lan. He did not forget to tell the person beside him, "From now on, you must pay attention to Mr. Lan's condition 24 hours a day. You must not let anything happen to Mr. Lan."

The medicine soup was ready soon.

After the medicinal soup was brought in, Ho Zhengde personally went forward to feed the patient the medicinal soup for safety reasons. Mr. Lan was lying on the bed and could not move, so he could only forcefully feed Mr. Lan the medicine.

The medicine soup entered Mr. Lan's stomach.

Mr. Lan's dark green face suddenly turned red.

When the doctors and nurses at the side saw this, they immediately became a little happy, and a smile quickly hung on their faces.

After all, if Mr. Lan was cured, they were all part of Ho Zhengde's team. When the time came, they would also be rewarded with ten million yuan.

"Ho Zhengde, you are really good. The patient's condition will improve in an instant."

Ho Zhengde was about to speak, but at this moment, his facial expression changed slightly, and he said, "Something is not right."

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