In the inner room of the special care ward, Zhuo Hongxing and his team stood around the bed. Zhuo Guangrong stood behind the expert group, while Xiao Yu and Zhuo Simiao stood in a corner. The only family members of the patient were the man in his fifties named Zhong Jianguo and a young man of twenty-seven or eight years old followed in.

Mr. Zhong was lying on the hospital bed at this time, looking at his complexion, there was nothing unusual, but he was just weak, and his heart was trembling slightly with one hand covering his chest and the face was very painful, his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth were twitching involuntarily every once in a while.

"Chief, what kind of pain do you feel in the heart? Is it painful to have local needles, or is it painful to the whole heart, or is it stuffy?"

"Does the head hurt?"

“Are there any uncomfortable parts of your body?”

The experts from the expert group took the medical records and some examination results and asked Mr. Zhong some questions he thought were important, and kept recording them in the book.

In fact, these questions were asked roughly when Zhuo Hongxing didn't come, and they didn't find any problems. However, after Zhuo Hongxing came, they were considered a consultation, so they had to do these tasks again.

Standing beside, Zhong Jianguo looked at the experts in the expert group asking questions one question after another, and couldn't help but frown. They asked these questions no less than three times. They wanted to speak, but were afraid of affecting the doctor's judgment, so they finally opened their mouths and didn't say anything.

But the young man, who was 27 or 28, couldn't hold back his anger, and curled his lips and said, "Can you see a doctor? If you don't know, just change the person. How many times do you need to ask a question?"

"Zhong Tao!" Zhong Jianguo glared at the young man fiercely, raised his voice and shouted.

"I'm telling the truth!" Seeing his father Zhong Jianguo glaring at him, the man named Zhong Tao murmured in a low voice, but he never interrupted again.

"Dear experts, I'm sorry, Xiaotao is young and spoiled by us again. I'm ignorant. Don't take it to your heart!" Zhong Jianguo glanced at his father on the bed, turned his head and said to the experts.

"It's okay!" "It's okay!" Several experts waved their hands in embarrassment, but they didn't ask any questions anymore. Instead, they took out some diagnostic auxiliary equipment to check on Mr. Zhong in all aspects of his body. They pressed and touched several parts of Mr. Zhong's body, and then made detailed records on the notebook.

Zhuo Hongxing and the expert who was in his 60s, stood on both sides of the hospital bed, grasping Mr. Zhong's wrist to diagnose the pulse. Half a minute later, Zhuo Hongxing put down Mr. Zhong's wrist, frowned and stood there without saying a word for a long time. After a moment, he looked at the expert who was taking the pulse on the other side. The old Chinese doctor also frowned and looked entangled.

Then he turned to look at the other experts in the expert group. Suddenly Zhuo Hongxing saw Xiao Yu standing in the corner, and his heart moved. Through the diagnosis and treatment of Zhang Dahai's arm, this friend of his grandson had some unique features in his family medical skills, and he might be able to see some clues. So he said to Xiao Yu standing in the corner, "Xiao Xiao, come here and get started!"

Xiao Yu was observing Mr. Zhong who was lying on the bed. He was stunned when he heard Mr. Zhuo's call, but without any nervousness, he walked over from the corner.

When all the experts saw Zhuo Hongxing ask a young man to get started, instead of diagnosed, they knew that the young man was a Chinese medicine doctor. They had just seen Zhuo Hongxing come with him. They thought he was Mr. Zhuo’s younger disciple, so no one cared about it. But when they heard Mr. Zhuo ask the young man to get started, their faces changed.

A Chinese medicine doctor in his early twenties, even if he comes from a medical family and has a strong foundation, he is definitely not as good as those of them, such as the old doctors and experts who have read countless diseases.

So several experts had a headache. They were members of the Zhong treatment expert group and were responsible for Mr. Zhong's illness. However, this young man was brought by Mr. Zhuo Hongxing, and it was difficult to save Mr. Zhuo. After all, people have become energetics until their age, and they will not easily offend others. Moreover, Mr. Zhuo was brought by Mr. Zhuo, so the experts kept silent and went aside, thinking: "Anyway, if there is family members here, they don't have to be responsible for any problems."

Experts had a headache, and Zhong Jianguo had a headache. He knew Zhuo Simiao and knew that he was Mr. Zhuo's grandson. When he saw Zhuo Simiao and Xiao Yu walked in behind the expert group, he thought that Xiao Yu was a junior disciple of the Zhuo family. He couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards Mr. Zhuo, "My father is so sick. Do you still have the intention to bring his junior disciples to observe and study?"

There are also experts from the Central Health Bureau who asked one question four times, if you can't cure it, you'll be able to speak! Zhong Jianguo thought angrily. This is also the reason why the young man named Zhong Tao just said a polite word after he satirized these experts and did not ask Zhong Tao to apologize to the experts.

At this time, I heard that Mr. Zhuo asked one of the young men to get started. Is this...Is this a tool to teach students? Thinking of this, Zhong Jianguo could no longer suppress his anger: "Dean Zhuo, how can you play like this..."

"Jianguo!" Old Zhong, who was lying on the bed, shouted, interrupting what Zhong Jianguo wanted to say below.

He shouted this time, as if he had drained all the strength of Mr. Zhong, and he lay down with his eyes closed. After a while, Mr. Zhong covered his chest and struggled to sit up.

"Father, are you sick?" Zhong Jianguo saw that Mr. Zhong was about to get up and rushed over to support him.

"It's okay, it's much better now!" With the help of Zhong Jianguo and the nurse, Zhong Laoban lay on the hospital bed.

"Kanguo, Lao Zhuo family, don't you know? Several generations of people practice rigorously, not only have medical skills, but also medical ethics. Since he lets this young man get started, there must be his reason. Besides, is there any other way now?" Zhong Laoban said lying on the hospital bed.

"Yes, father, it's me Meng Lang!" After saying that, he said to Zhuo Hongxing, "Uncle Zhuo, I'm sorry..."

Zhuo Hongxing waved his hand to stop Zhong Jianguo who continued to speak and said, "Stop talking, Lao Zhong's illness is important."

"Come on, young man, get started!" Old Zhong said to Xiao Yu who was standing behind the crowd.

Although Xiao Yu did not know the identity of the old man, he looked at the old man who was recovering now, half lying on the bed, and his power came out of his body, forming a clear contrast with Mr. Zhuo's humility and gentleness.

Xiao Yu walked over to Mr. Zhong, his steps were steady and powerful, his expression was not nervous at all, and he looked calm and calm.
Chapter completed!