As Wei Xianglong and others walked into a large room in the villa, in addition to some servants, there were several private doctors.

On the big bed, there was an old man in his seventies, who was Mr. Wei Zhongyi.

His face was pale and his body was thin. He felt that he was much thinner and older than when he saw him two days ago. Ye Ziyao was slightly shocked and he didn't know what disease Mr. Wei had.

Jiang Hao beside him looked at the old man on the bed and narrowed his eyes slightly.

From the perspective of observation alone, we can see that Mr. Wei’s illness is very serious and he is even in a terminal state. No wonder so many people dare not treat it.

Because if you don’t do it well, someone may die at any time, so you dare not touch it.

"Yeah, there's evil spirit!"

However, Jiang Hao sensed keenly that there was an evil spirit in this room.

This made Jiang Hao frown, and he walked forward unconsciously, glanced at Mr. Wei on the bed, and found that he was a little abnormal.

"No wonder it cannot be cured. It turns out that the evil evil is suppressing the body!" Jiang Hao frowned and said in his heart.

Since Huang Daowu was chased by people from Longhu Mountain last time, the police have not caught him until now. He must have left Yulin City. Why are there still people from the sidelines coming out to harm others?

But Jiang Hao thought again, the world is so big, and there are so many people who practice the other side and the other. Except for Huang Daowu, perhaps they are other people with incorrect minds, and they are at work in Yulin City.

"I'll take my pulse first."

Huang Haoyu immediately stepped forward and began to take the pulse of Mr. Wei. He frowned and wondered: "There is such a messy pulse, sometimes jumping like thunder, sometimes weak like shrimp swimming, and it is difficult to catch the disease."

"Oh, let me see."

Following Huang Haoyu is Xu Zheng, a doctor from Long Rentang. He is among the top five doctors from Long Rentang. This time he comes with Huang Haoyu and is the one who is the one who is trying to support him.

"It's strange, this pulse is so strange."

Xu Zheng frowned, but could not see through Mr. Wei's pulse.

Huang Haoyu looked serious and did not have the pride and arrogant attitude he had before. Perhaps he was treating patients now, so he dared not be careless and said seriously: "Uncle Xu, I think it is the first time to give him an injection. His disease is due to the decline of internal organs, and he has congenital heart disease. Now that he is at his age, it is basically unrealistic to want to save him."

"Well, Haoyu, you're right."

Xu Zheng nodded and said to Wei Xianglong behind him: "Mr. Wei, your father's illness is very serious. I believe you should know very well that it is impossible to cure him, but we can fight for him if he wants to extend his life for half a year."

"What, is my father really not good?"

Wei Xianglong stared at him and was excited. He was a filial son. He pulled Xu Zheng and the others and said anxiously: "Doctor, you just think of a way to save my father..."

Huang Haoyu and Xu Zheng looked at each other and shook their heads slightly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wei, I'm sorry we can do nothing."

Wei Xianglong collapsed on the chair, looking at his father on the bed, with a sad face: "You think of a solution. As long as you can cure my father's illness, no amount of medical expenses will be a problem..."

"Mr. Wei, this is not a matter of money, but your father is old, and we can't do anything about it." Xu Zheng shook his head and said.

"Yes, Mr. Wei, our Chinese Medicine Association has been discussing for so long, but it has not been able to treat your father's illness. At this age, you should let it go." Mo Peilin also quickly persuaded Wei Xianglong, telling him not to be obsessed.

"Who said that the old man can live for more than ten years when he reaches his age?" However, Jiang Hao stood aside with Ye Ziyao and said. Wuyou Chinese website

For a moment, Huang Haoyu, Xu Zheng, and other old doctors turned their heads and glared at Jiang Hao. Huang Haoyu snorted coldly: "Boy, don't talk wildly here. Mr. Wei's illness has entered the late stage. Even if the gods come, they cannot be saved."

Jiang Hao shook his head and smiled: "You can't cure it, it doesn't mean that everyone can't cure it."

"Haha, I didn't expect Jiang Wentian's grandson was so unaware of the rules." A doctor from the Chinese Medicine Association glared at Jiang Hao fiercely.

"I am young and don't know the importance of it. I speak wildly, and I am not afraid of smashing your grandfather Jiang Wentian's sign."

"Just as for his medical skills, Jiang Wentian's signature has long been defeated by him."

"Mr. Wei, Jiang Hao's medical skills are mediocre. Don't believe him. I can't do anything to your father's illness. But we promise you that your father will live for half a year longer." Mr. Mo ignored Jiang Hao and promised Wei Xianglong.

However, Wei Xianglong looked at Jiang Hao, then at Huang Haoyu, Mo Lao and others, and hesitated.

Because he also wanted his father to live a few more years and enjoy the joy of family.

"Can you really save President Wei's father?"

Seeing so many doctors, Ye Ziyao was a little worried.

She didn't want Jiang Hao to show off and couldn't save him in the end, so she would be in trouble.

"Yes, I can save you." Jiang Hao nodded and nodded confidently to Ye Ziyao.

Ye Ziyao wrinkled slightly. Facing the man's confident gaze, for some reason, she believed him inexplicably and immediately said to Wei Xianglong, who was hesitating: "Mr. Wei, let my husband try it. He has the confidence to heal your father."

Wei Xianglong looked up, stared at Jiang Hao, and hesitated: "Are you really sure?"

"At least 70%." Jiang Hao smiled.

"Okay, please."

Wei Xianglong gritted his teeth and made a fuss. In order to make his father live a few more years, he could only bet once.

"Mr. Wei, please think twice. If it were his grandfather Jiang Wentianzai, there might be a solution, but Jiang Hao's medical skills are generally recognized as mediocre and incompetent in our Chinese Medicine Association."

"Yes, Mr. Wei, you can't believe him just because he talks wildly. I know you are eager to save your father, but you can't treat this disease..."

For a time, Mr. Mo and other doctors from the Yulin Traditional Chinese Medicine Association dissuaded Wei Xianglong and refused to let Jiang Hao take the treatment.

Huang Haoyu, Xu Zheng, the doctors of Long Rentang stood aside and did not speak, looking at the show: "I want to see if this kid has the ability to treat Mr. Wei's illness."

"Okay, everyone, I know you are kind, but I hope my father will live a few more years." Wei Xianglong stopped coldly at Old Mo and the others.

Because he was already disappointed with these doctors, he didn't want his father to continue to be so ill.

So Jiang Hao walked over, ignored Huang Haoyu and others, but looked at him. A young man in a white coat and a doctor standing next to the head of the bed smiled slightly at him.

The young doctor was stunned, his eyes flashed with a strange look...

Jiang Hao sat on the chair, opened the medical box and took out the pulse diagnosis and placed it beside the bed, and then took Mr. Wei's hand on the pulse diagnosis and began to take the pulse diagnosis.

The young doctor next to him frowned slightly, looking at Jiang Hao's background, feeling a little uneasy.
Chapter completed!