Song Peng said, with a faint sarcasm on his face.

Qin Hao felt unhappy after hearing Song Peng's words and said, "What do you mean?"

"Haha, I'm really right? Did you really come out of the mountains? Then you say you can do Chinese medicine?" Song Peng sneered, looking at Qin Hao with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Qin Hao was very unhappy with his expression, looked at Song Peng coldly, and said in a deep voice: "What's wrong with traditional Chinese medicine?"

"What's wrong with traditional Chinese medicine? Of course, traditional Chinese medicine is a lie." Song Peng looked at Qin Hao with deep contempt in his eyes, and said, "Only Western medicine is the real saving of people."

When it comes to Western medicine, his face is full of a proud expression.

Qin Hao didn't expect that in this era, there were people who belittled and looked down on traditional Chinese medicine so much. He couldn't help but frown and said, "Western medicine is amazing now, but traditional Chinese medicine is not as unbearable as you said, right?"

Song Peng sneered and said, "Traditional Chinese medicine is not unbearable, but it is simply a deceptive person and should not exist at all!"

Mad!

Qin Hao felt furious in his heart, looked at Song Peng, and said lightly: "How many years have Western medicine been around? Your ancestors were sick before, were they deceived by traditional Chinese medicine, or were they cured by Western medicine?"

"You!" Song Peng was speechless and his face turned red. He took a deep breath and sneered: "Traditional Chinese medicine cannot get the recognition of the world at all. It is just a group of boring people in China who are unwilling to admit that others are advanced and live in the past. They care about it every day - just lust."

"Idiot." Qin Hao was too lazy to say so much to him.

"What did you say?" Song Peng was furious when he heard this, and said, "Do you know who I am? I graduated from Tianhai Medical College from undergraduate studies, and later went to Yanjing Medical College to study for a postgraduate degree. Now I am studying abroad and studying for a doctorate."

After saying that, he looked at Qin Hao with his eyes tightly, with a proud look on his face, and asked: "Now, do you know the difference between you and me?"

However, Qin Hao just looked at him quietly and said lightly: "So what? No matter how many books you read, it will not make up for your stupidity."

After saying that, Qin Hao turned around and left.

He still has to go back to the company, so he doesn't have time to argue with such a fool.

Song Peng looked at Qin Hao's back as he looked gloomy with his eyes.

He has never been scolded like this before when he grows up.

And he is a liar.

It made him feel even more disgusting!

"Mr. Yu, I'll check your father now." Song Peng turned around and looked at Yu Quanhong and said respectfully.

Yu Quanhong nodded.

Song Peng ordered the few people behind him to come in and do an examination for Mr. Yu.

"Wait!" Yu Quanhong saw a young nurse trying to pull out three silver needles from Mr. Yu's body, and hurriedly stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Song Peng asked in confusion.

"The little brother just said, don't touch these three silver needles, so don't pull them out." Yu Quanhong said in a deep voice.

When Song Peng heard this, he burst out laughing and said, "Mr. Yu, you are also a person who has seen the world. You shouldn't really believe that boy's words?"

"I have said that traditional Chinese medicine is a scam, and it is specialized in some remote and poor places."

"He is even more fake. Others wait until they get older and pretend to be like a fairy-like figure. He actually came out to cheat when he was a young man."

Song Peng said, with a strong sarcasm on his face.

After hearing this, Yu Quanhong hesitated for a while.

He did not look down on traditional Chinese medicine as much as Song Peng.

However, he hesitated in his heart.

Because, which powerful Chinese medicine master is not old?

It seems that there is really no such a young and powerful Chinese medicine doctor.

When Song Peng saw Yu Quanhong hesitating, he felt unhappy and continued: "Mr. Yu, believe me, traditional Chinese medicine is really a lie. Traditional Chinese medicine cannot be recognized by the international community at all, so he can only deceive stupid Chinese people."

"What are barefoot genius doctors, mysterious folk remedies, acupuncture treatments, etc., they are just fooling ignorant rural women."

"If you don't believe me, I will remove the silver needle and make sure your father will not be in trouble."

As he said that, without waiting for Yu Quanhong's agreement, he directly pulled out the three silver needles on Mr. Yu's body.

"You!" Yu Quanhong stared at his father nervously.

A minute later, Mr. Yu was still at peace, closed his eyes slightly and rested with a relaxed expression.

"Look, is it okay?" Song Peng smiled proudly and said sarcastically: "Mr. Yu, I said that kid is lying to you."

"Maybe he just happened to see your father fainted and happened to know his identity, so he sent him to the hospital."

"And in order to get your thanks, I made a few silver needles that seemed mysterious but ineffective, and lied to you that he saved your father."

Song Peng looked at Yu Quanhong and said slowly.

Yu Quanhong frowned slightly.

Is it really as Song Peng said?

And at this time.

Song Peng shook his head disdainfully.

Traditional Chinese medicine?

It's so ridiculous!

Didi!

Suddenly, a rapid sound rang out.

"Doctor Song, it's not good!"

The nurse who was doing the examination for Mr. Yu looked nervous and anxious.

"What's wrong?"

Song Peng was stunned and looked at the instrument next to him.

He hurried forward, his face froze, and asked, "What's going on?"

"The patient's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and then it slowed down instantly. Now... it is slowly stopping." The nurse said nervously.

"What did you say?" Yu Quanhong, who was standing beside him, looked panicked and asked hurriedly: "Hard beating slowly stops? What does it mean?"

Yu Quanhong's face was pale at this time, and he was so scared that he was trembling all over.

Song Peng was also panicked, but he still comforted him: "Mr. Yu, you go out first, and we will rescue Mr. Yu immediately."

Song Peng did not send Mr. Yu to the rescue room because it was too late.

At this time, he picked up the instrument and, with the help of several people, began to ask for help.

After a few minutes, several people stopped, opened the ward door, and walked out.

Yu Quanhong hurriedly came up and said nervously: "How is it? How is my father?"

Song Peng hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Yu, your father..."

"What's wrong with my father?" Yu Quanhong looked panicked and hurried into the ward.

I saw Mr. Yu’s face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he was lying on the hospital bed.

Yu Quanhong looked at his father on the hospital bed and was stunned.

"Dad!" Yu Quanhong knelt on the hospital bed, looking sad and crying.

Song Peng followed in and saw the crying Yu Quanhong and hurriedly said, "Mr. Yu, your father... your father didn't... not leave."

"Didn't leave?"

Yu Quanhong was stunned for a moment, raised his head, fixed his eyes and looked carefully, and realized that his father was still breathing.

He turned his head to look at Song Peng and said angrily: "My father is fine, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I...I..." Song Peng looked panicked and hurriedly explained: "Aren't I finished talking yet?"

"What do you mean by saying that? Of course I misunderstood." Yu Quanhong glared at Song Peng and said angrily.

Song Peng smiled awkwardly and hesitated for a moment. He said carefully: "Old Yu said it's okay and it's okay, and it's okay to say it's okay... it's okay."

Yu Quanhong browed and said in confusion: "What does it mean?"
Chapter completed!