1785: C1785 No Medical Ethics

C1785 No Medical Ethics

In the living room, Wang Danian and Wang Wenwen were sitting by the tea table and drinking tea.

Wang Danian saw Mao Xiaojun and quickly stood up to welcome him.

"Little Jun, come and sit, come and sit." After that, he said to his daughter, "Wenwen, make tea for Little Jun."

Wang Wenwen pouted, "Father, what's so great about this country bumpkin? He even asked me to personally make tea for him."

Although she said so, Wang Wenwen still made a cup of tea for Mao Xiaojun.

When Mao Xiaojun saw Wang Wenwen, he felt a little uneasy.

Stinky wife, always looking at me as an eyesore.

Just now, when I was at Liu Bohai's house, I had already suffered a stomach full of anger from Liu Tingyan's wife. Now, I still have to suffer from your anger.

At this moment, I will endure it.

Wait for my red earthworm's medicine to treat mental illness to get back on track, then I will deal with you two wives.

On the surface, Mao Xiaojun smiled. "Uncle Wang, I'm not thirsty. There's no need to drink tea. If there's anything, just say it."

"Little Jun, that girl Wen Wen doesn't understand. Don't worry about it."

When her father said that, Wang Wenwen rolled her eyes at Mao Xiaojun. Seeing him holding a teacup and preparing to drink tea, she hurriedly said.

"Hypocrite!"

Mao Xiaojun did not care how Wang Wenwen scolded him. In any case, he would not lose a piece of his flesh.

Wang Danian smiled and asked, "Little Jun, Uncle Wang wants to ask you something."

"Yes, please tell me."

"Just now, during the social meeting, you said that the painting Liu Bohai brought was a fake. Uncle Wang was still in a daze. At that time, after seeing this painting, Uncle Wang still wanted to buy it. If that Liu Bohai really wanted to sell the painting to me... Doesn't that mean I bought a fake one?"

Just as Wang Danian finished speaking, Wang Wenwen said disdainfully," Dad, don't listen to that bumpkin talk nonsense. Liu Bohai is the most famous collector in our province. How could he possibly collect a fake one? "

"Besides, during the social meeting, he personally took out this painting for everyone to see. If it was a fake, he would be so famous that he wouldn't even want his own reputation?"

Wang Wenwen was right. This was also what Wang Danian couldn't figure out.

" Little Jun, what Wenwen said just now also makes some sense. So, Uncle Wang doesn't quite understand. "

Mao Xiaojun smiled, "This painting should be a famous painter in the Qing Dynasty. On the paper of the Song Dynasty, it is a painting that mimics the Song Dynasty. Because the entire painting is the style of the Song Dynasty. "

"You country bumpkin. You said that imitation of the Song Dynasty is imitation of the Song Dynasty? Who are you?"

Hearing what Mao Xiaojun said, Wang Wenwen would interrupt from time to time.

"Miss Wenwen, because this painting lacks the spirit and spirit of a writer. And the ancient air gathered together. If it was the work of a famous writer in the Song Dynasty, in this painting, there should be a strong ancient aura. This kind of ancient aura might not be seen by ordinary people. However, I learned some special inner strength methods from grandpa since I was young. I can tell if the painting contains the essence of an artist."

"Also, on this piece of paper, even though there is a thin layer of ancient Qi, but very thin. This way, it can be determined that when the Qing Dynasty painter was creating this painting, it should be a copy. Thus, although the painting is exquisite, the spirit and energy emitted by the painter is indeed very little."

Wang Wenwen did not understand what Mao Xiaojun said at all.

"You country bumpkin, is it useful to say all this nonsense? In short, I think that painting is the authentic work of a famous ancient family."

Seeing his daughter say this, Wang Danian helped Mao Xiaojun out of his predicament.

"Little girl, what Little Jun said makes sense. That painting doesn't have the signature left behind by the painter at all. Just based on this point, it makes people suspect that this is a copy of a descendant."0

Actually, the authenticity of the painting is secondary.

Wang Danian wanted to know what happened to Mao Xiaojun treating Liu Bohai's father.

Therefore, he changed the topic and said, "We will not study about the painting anymore. It is not our collection."

"Little Jun, I want to ask you something. What illness did Liu Bohai's father have? Is it serious?"

"Uncle Wang, when I helped Old Man Liu with the examination just now, I found that his illness was beyond cure. He looked much better than before. In fact, he looked much better. "

"Ah, that means the old man is about to die?"

Wang Danian was shocked. He did not expect Liu Bohai's father to be so sick.

He remembered that Liu Bohai's father, Liu Tong, was also a famous collector and antique appraiser.

The old man wasn't even 80 years old yet. It seemed like his life wasn't going to be long.

Mao Xiaojun nodded. "Yes. According to Coach Liu, many experts have come to see the old man. They all say that the old man's life is not long. There is no way to treat him anymore."

Just as Mao Xiaojun finished speaking, Wang Wenwen sneered, "So you are saying that a country bumpkin like you did not treat him? It seems that you also have an illness that you cannot treat! "

"Little girl, it's human nature to be born, old, and ill. Little Jun isn't a god. Furthermore, Old Man Liu has already returned to his prime. There's no medicine to save him. How do you want Little Jun to save him? "

Hearing his daughter say Mao Xiaojun like that, Wang Danian criticized her.

"Dad, if he doesn't have the ability, then he doesn't have the ability. How can he find so many excuses?"

Wang Wenwen was rude and unreasonable. She didn't listen to these explanations at all. In her heart, she believed that Mao Xiaojun, a bumpkin, wasn't that awesome.

In the past, he just happened to cure those patients.

At this time, Mao Xiaojun smiled, "Actually, Old Liu's illness is not incurable."

"Then, Little Jun, you helped treat him? How is the effect?" Wang Danian immediately asked.

"My grandpa's medical book recorded a method to treat a dying patient with acupuncture. It's called the Resurrection Needle. I just used this method to perform acupuncture for Mr. Liu."

"Yes! There should be no problem with the old man, right?" Wang Danian nodded and asked again.

"After giving the old man acupuncture, he spat out some of the stolen goods in his body. He was currently unconscious. As long as he can hold on for three days, it shouldn't be a problem "

Just as Mao Xiaojun finished speaking, Wang Wenwen laughed.

"You country bumpkin, making a critically ill patient faint for three days. He didn't eat or drink, so he just laid on the bed. Aren't you deliberately trying to kill him? If you can't cure it, then you can say you can't cure it. Are you trying to use an old man as an experiment?"

Mao Xiaojun's heart was filled with hatred. Smelly woman, why do you keep going against me?

"Miss Wenwen, if I don't give Old Man Liu acupuncture treatment, he might only have two or three days left. After I perform acupuncture, if I can pass these three days conveniently. Maybe this time, the illness can be cured."

"You're using a patient as an experiment, and you're trying to argue with me? Wang Yao asked. People like you don't have any morals, Wang Yao said."

Wang Wenwen started to scold Mao Xiaojun again.

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