Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Chapter 1130 How can it be so simple

Fu Cheng was so rhetorically questioned, his heart choked for a moment, and he thought that Master asked me to come to you.

Naturally, Fu Cheng wouldn't say this, he coughed and said with a little guilt: "He's helpless too."

"Since even your master can't do anything about it, there's really no way to do it. Don't put pressure on yourself. Whether it's traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, no one can guarantee that it will be safe to eat." Wang Lao comforted.

As a doctor, Mr. Wang has long been familiar with this situation.

What Fu Cheng wanted was not the comfort of Mr. Wang. As usual, if he heard him say such a thing, he would be wise and not need to ask any more questions, but Mr. Song's situation was different.

Fu Cheng took two steps forward, handed out the medical record book in his hand, and said cheekily, "This patient is the father of a friend, or Mr. Wang, can you help me to check the examination data?"

Seeing this, Wang Lao nodded, "Okay, I'll take a look."

He took the medical record book.

Fu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Lao only took two or three minutes to read the medical records, and then raised his head to look at Fu Cheng, "What medicine did you give the patient before?"

"It's a recipe for boosting immunity." Fu Cheng paused and said the names of several medicinal herbs.

Wang Lao stroked his beard, and then said: "The medicine you make from this recipe has a strong effect. If you use it on an old man in his seventies, it will be a problem sooner or later."

Fu Cheng didn't expect that Wang Lao just listened to what he said and went straight to the crux. After a pause, he said quickly: "Then is there any way to save it?"

Wang Lao shook his head, "I looked at the data, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. Even the symptomatic S-grade drugs are not very effective. The patient himself has undergone a bone marrow transplant, and the drug allergy during the bone marrow reconstruction period has caused great damage."

Fu Cheng's expression darkened.

Wang Lao glanced at Fu Cheng and shook his head slightly. This Fu Cheng has the ability, but he is too eager for quick success and does not know how to use medicine.

"For your patient's illness, I am helpless. It's late, and I have to catch a plane." Wang Lao glanced at the time again.

Seeing this, Fu Cheng smiled bitterly: "Is there really no way to save it? The main person is the old man of the Song family. I'm afraid that it will have a bad influence on the association."

When Mr. Wang heard this, the expression on his face was not as approachable as before, but a little more aggressive, "You know that this will happen, but you still take medicine to the patient, this can only mean that it is your own problems."

Fu Cheng listened to Wang Lao's slightly indifferent voice, and the whole person shrank subconsciously. He raised his head and looked at Wang Lao. There was a sharpness in his eyes that knew everything, and that kind of sharpness was even more penetrating than his master's.

Fu Cheng hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at him again.

He forgot one thing. After all, Mr. Wang is the president of the association. How can someone who can sit in this position be so simple?

All appearances of kindness exist on the premise that man is not wrong.

If you want to use the reputation of the association to hold the president, this is undoubtedly digging a hole for yourself.

"Sorry, President, this time is my mistake." Fu Cheng admitted his mistake in a low voice, and his attitude seemed sincere.

Wang Lao shook his head again in disappointment, "Let's have some snacks."

Fu Cheng lowered his head lower.

Mr. Wang didn't want to worry about Fucheng's mess, but he didn't want to affect the reputation of the association because of his mess, so he turned over the medical record book in his hand.