He heard Tan Zilin's words, He Sheng's face changed and he hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

"I said, boss, you can't spend it like this even if you have money. Don't you know? Zhao Jingyue's mother was seriously ill. This guy raised 500 million to treat her mother. Now that man has collected money, he can't even get sick, so he ran away!" Tan Zilin on the other end of the phone replied.

He Sheng frowned: "A 500 million yuan in medical treatment? Isn't this person surnamed Tang?"

"How do you know? It's Tang Wutang, one of the four major players. That guy took the money and gave Zhao Jingyue's mother a few shots. Although Zhao Jingyue's mother's life was saved, it has now entered a dangerous period. Zhao Jingyue still wants to find that person, but the man is missing!"

"What's wrong with her mother?" He Sheng asked.

"There is a tumor in the head! I heard it is quite big, and the experts from Tianhai First Hospital are helpless." Tan Zilin replied.

He Sheng's expression was a little thoughtful, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

A few seconds later, He Sheng replied, "I can cure this disease, I'll call her."

"That's it! When it comes to medical skills, your medical skills are definitely the best in the world. Why don't you treat her mother directly? You have to lend her money? Now, 500 million is gone, and there is no receipt. You can't even catch the money after formal procedures!"

He Sheng chuckled: "It's okay, it's just 500 million yuan. The son named Tang died at my hands. I should be able to recover this money."

"Okay...Okay, then... Then call Zhao Jingyue quickly. Her concert ended yesterday. She took a plane back to Tianhai overnight. Now she probably didn't even sleep!"

"Um."

After hanging up Tan Zilin's phone, a hint of anger flashed in He Sheng's eyes.

The most important reason for killing Tang Xu before was that he had no medical ethics. He Sheng never mercilessly for such a person.

Now, Tang Xu's father Tang Wutang has this kind of virtue, so He Sheng will definitely not let it go.

I found Zhao Jingyue's phone in the address book, and He Sheng pressed the dial button.

The phone was quickly picked up, and He Sheng vaguely heard the person on the other end of the phone sobbing.

"Hello..."

"Zhao Jingyue, why don't you tell me if you lend money to treat your mother?" He Sheng asked in a questioning tone.

"Mr. He, I'm sorry, the money you lent me is gone..." Zhao Jingyue's voice was hesitant, as if sobbing.

"Don't cry." He Sheng said, "You don't have to pay back the money. In addition, I can cure your mother's illness. Please tell me what symptoms are for your mother?"

"Ah?" Zhao Jingyue's voice was very surprised. What He Sheng said surprised her.

"Didn't Tan Zilin tell you? I'm also a doctor. If your mother just has a tumor in her head, then I should be able to cure it." He Sheng said again: "Now, send me your mother's condition and I will call you after reading it."

"Okay..." Zhao Jingyue answered.

He Sheng hung up the phone voluntarily.

Han Huazhong saw He Sheng standing on the windowsill and hesitated. He knew that He Sheng might have something to do, so he waited quietly on the sofa.

He Sheng lit a cigarette, and after a few sips, he received a text message from Zhao Jingyue.

The text message is a bunch of pictures. The pictures should be taken by Zhao Jingyue, and the pictures are information about Zhao Jingyue’s mother’s condition.

He Sheng enlarged the picture and looked carefully.

After reading these pictures, He Sheng had already summarized it in his heart.

The tumor has worsened, and it is basically impossible to cure the disease by acupuncture, but He Sheng can undergo surgery.

Although even experts from major hospitals dare not undergo surgery, He Sheng was confident because during the operation, He Sheng could use a needle to prolong his life.

He Sheng called Zhao Jingyue again.

"Mr. He..."

"Zhao Jingyue, now you can find a Chinese medicine doctor who knows acupuncture immediately. I will give you a few acupuncture points. If you ask the Chinese medicine doctor to do acupuncture directly on these acupuncture points, after that, you take your mother to Jingshan on a plane and I will perform surgery on your mother." He Sheng said loudly.

"Mr. He, you... are you really okay?" Zhao Jingyue was still a little unbelievable, because her mother's illness was indeed very serious, and the doctor here was completely helpless, and He Sheng looked so young.

"Don't worry, I won't let you go for nothing. I'll do the preparations immediately. Just follow my arrangements." He Sheng said.

"All right..."

After hanging up Zhao Jingyue's phone number, He Sheng edited the text message and sent Zhao Jingyue in detail the parts that needed acupuncture.

Afterwards, He Sheng picked up his cell phone and called Tong Shanjing directly.

"Hey, Mr. He."

"Old Tong, I have something to do here, and I need your help." He Sheng said.

"Ah? What's the matter?"

"It's like this. I have a brain tumor patient here. The tumor has worsened and is a primary intracranial malignant tumor. It is located in the frontal lobe of the brain. I need a few helpers to do the surgery. I need you to help me with it." He Sheng said.

"Oh, that's it? Then I'll greet you. I happened to know several good brain experts." Tong Shanjing on the other end of the phone asked, "Mr. He, when will the surgery be done?"

"I am now in Jingshan, North Province. The faster the surgery, the better. I can pay the extra medical fee for the person you arranged. Let's talk about the specific money later." He Sheng replied.

"Okay, then I'll go and ask for you now."

"Well, I'm troubled Mr. Tong."

After hanging up the phone, He Sheng put down his cell phone, his expression was particularly hesitant.

A cigarette was almost finished, and He Sheng returned to the sofa and wiped out the cigarette in the ashtray.

At this moment, Tianhai First Hospital.

In an intensive care unit, a middle-aged man was holding Zhao Jingyue's cell phone in his left hand and a needle in his right hand, and was applying needles to the middle-aged woman on the hospital bed.

After a while, the needle was stabbed on the woman's major acupoints. The middle-aged man took a step back and returned the phone to Zhao Jingyue.

"Miss Zhao, how dare you ask who sent this text message to you?" the middle-aged man asked Zhao Jingyue.

Zhao Jingyue was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Yes... it's one of my friends, Dr. Liu, is there anything wrong with this text message?"

Dr. Liu smiled and shook his head: "No, I didn't expect these acupoints before, but after reading this text message from your friend, I realized that pricking these acupoints can protect the central nervous system, especially the needle on the head, is simply a stroke of wisdom!"

As he said that, Dr. Liu asked again: "Your friend must be a famous person in the traditional Chinese medicine world, right?"

"Uh..." Zhao Jingyue didn't know how to answer for a moment, and nodded with a strange expression.

"Oh by the way, I heard you were going to transfer your mother to the hospital for surgery, right? Is it this doctor?" Dr. Liu asked.

Zhao Jingyue nodded: "Yes..."

"That should be fine! In this case, your mother's situation is extremely risky, but if it were your friend who took the surgery personally, I feel that it might be more confident." Dr. Liu was also surprised by the text message sent by He Sheng.

Similarly, this doctor also felt that a doctor who could make such a diagnosis through the condition must be a famous doctor!
Chapter completed!