Cured my father’s illness.”

Mr. Zhao is a well-known doctor in the country. In the past, he was a doctor-level figure. If there is any problem, it is best to let him diagnose it.

When Mr. Zhao heard Zhou Tao's words, he frowned and cursed: "That's nonsense. I know your father's illness best. How is it possible that it will be fine after just doing a few things?"

"I just said yes. And that person also said he was using acupuncture." Zhou Tao stared at Zhou Lipi now.

In fact, at this time, their focus is not on the patients, but on the overt and covert struggles between wealthy families.

Everyone is fighting for their own rights. But before fighting, the other party must be suppressed.

"This is even more impossible." Mr. Zhao scolded: "This is simply fart."

"Zhou Lipi, Mr. Zhao said that it's impossible to use acupuncture. It's just fart. Did you hear that?" Zhou Tao sneered.

Zhou Lipi didn't care what he did, he only saw the truth in front of him.

"Mr. Zhao, he is really experienced. If you don't believe it, you can go and have a look." Zhou Lippi stepped aside.

Mr. Zhao stroked his beard and stepped forward.

When he looked at the patient's breath, he was a little surprised and said: "The patient's breath is indeed much better than before."

After he finished speaking, he sat down and took his pulse.

Mr. Zhao felt his pulse, and everyone around him became quiet.

From the beginning, Mr. Zhao still looked calm.

But as time went by, the expression on Mr. Zhao's face became more and more shocked.

"Impossible. This is really impossible." Mr. Zhao couldn't help but exclaimed at this time.

"Mr. Zhao, what's going on?" Zhou Tao asked.

"Lao Zhou's pulse is normal."

ah!
Chapter completed!