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"What? You don't need Xue Fuling? How is this possible?" Song Zhiyuan's expression changed, and he looked at Xiao Yifeng in shock.

His father was suffering from acute cirrhosis of the liver, so he invited the president of Tianhai Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine and several professors of Tianhai Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine to treat him together.

In the end, the other party said that Xue Fuling was needed to treat his father's illness, so he anxiously searched for Xue Fuling. It's just that although Xue Fuling is not a very precious medicinal material, it is extremely rare in Tianhai.

He searched for several pharmacies, but he came to Tianyao Pavilion. He didn't expect to meet someone who said that his father's illness could be cured without Xue Fuling, which naturally shocked him very much.

"Little brother, you didn't lie to me, did you?" Song Zhiyuan stared at Xiao Yifeng suspiciously.

"If you believe me, you can take me to show your father. Of course, if you don't believe it, then forget it, but I can't give you this Xuefuling." Xiao Yifeng said indifferently.

"This...you mean you can treat my father's illness without Xue Fuling?" Song Zhiyuan was shocked again.

"That's right, it's up to you whether you believe it or not, but I don't have so much time to waste with you. If it weren't for the sake of you being a filial son, I would rarely waste time on you."

Xiao Yifeng pouted.

Song Zhiyuan looked a little hesitant and hesitant, looking at Xiao Yifeng all the time, a little undecided, he didn't know whether to believe Xiao Yifeng's words, after all, the other party was too young to be believed.

Seeing that Song Zhiyuan did not speak for a long time, Xiao Yifeng said coldly: "If you don't believe it, forget it, you can go find Xue Fuling elsewhere."

"Little brother, wait a moment, I believe in you, and I will take you to see my father right now."

Song Zhiyuan took Xiao Yifeng to the outside as he spoke, and the man who grabbed the medicine from Tianyao Pavilion heard their conversation just now. Looking at Xiao Yifeng who was leaving, a strange brilliance flashed in his eyes.

Tianhai, People's Hospital, the largest and most authoritative hospital in Tianhai.

At this time, in an intensive ward of the People's Hospital, an old man in his sixties was lying on his face, wearing a ventilator, and seemed to be breathing very weakly. Standing beside him were several old men in white coats.

These people are all medical professors of the Tianhai Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and all of them have high authority in the medical field. Among them is an old man with gray hair and a white coat, with a slightly condensed expression. He is the president of the Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine and Tianhai. Han Jianbin, the president of the People's Hospital.

Standing beside him was a middle-aged man in military uniform, with a resolute face and a stern expression, exuding an air of iron and blood all over his body, and looked at the old man on the bed with worried brows, and he was Song Zhiyuan's younger brother Song Zhijun.

"Why hasn't President Song come back yet? Could it be that he didn't buy Xue Fuling? If this continues to delay, Elder Song's illness will become more and more serious."

A medical professor said with a serious face.

At this time, the door of the ward was suddenly opened, and Song Zhiyuan walked in with Xiao Yifeng.

"Brother, you are back, have you bought Xue Fuling?"

Song Zhijun looked at Song Zhiyuan and said quickly.

"No!" Song Zhiyuan shook his head.

"What?"

Song Zhijun, Han Jianbin and the others were startled, and their expressions changed immediately.

"But I brought this little brother back." Song Zhiyuan looked at Xiao Yifeng quickly and said.

For a moment, everyone in the ward looked at Xiao Yifeng, their expressions full of doubts.

"Brother, who is he?" Song Zhijun looked at Xiao Yifeng with a look of doubt in his eyes.

"This... little brother, what's your name?"

Song Zhiyuan was about to introduce, but he didn't know Xiao Yifeng's name.

"My name is Xiao Yifeng."

Xiao Yifeng said lightly, walked to the bed, looked at the old man on the bed, and opened his see-through eyes.

"Brother Xiao, he said he could heal father without Xue Fuling, so I brought him here." Song Zhiyuan said directly.

Hearing Song Zhiyuan's words, the group of medical professors were startled, and then shook their heads in unison.

"How is this possible? President Song, you have been deceived!"

"That's right, President Song, how can you believe the words of such a brat? He is probably a medical student at most at his age. Does he know how to see a doctor? You actually believe his words."

"Elder Song's cirrhosis of the liver has reached a very dangerous point, and it may threaten his life at any time. Only by using Xue Fuling and President Han's medical skills can he be cured of Elder Song's disease."

"If there is no Xue Fuling, no matter how powerful President Han's medical skills are, he still can't cure Mr. Song. How can such a kid cure Mr. Song's illness?"

At this moment, the group of medical professors in the ward were chattering one after another, their words were full of disdain and ridicule, obviously they didn't believe that Xiao Yifeng could cure Song Zhiyuan's father's illness.

"It's all over, shut up when you're done, noisy!"

Xiao Yifeng glanced coldly at the group of so-called medical professors, and said coldly, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

If it weren't for seeing that this group of people were all old men, Xiao Yifeng would have gone up and slapped them a long time ago, it was really noisy, a group of guys with no eyesight.

"What? You...you dare to say that about us!"

Hearing Xiao Yifeng speak to them like this, the group of medical professors immediately became angry, staring at Xiao Yifeng with eyes full of anger.

As the famous medical teachers of Tianhai Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and even the top professors of Tianhai People's Hospital, they are not respected and admired existences, but now they are insulted by such a brat. Naturally, these old guys can't bear to save face up.

Immediately, an old man in a white coat looked directly at Song Zhiyuan and said, "President Song, did you find such a brat to humiliate us? If so, then I'm sorry, we can't cure Mr. Song's illness." , you should send Mr. Song to another hospital."

"That's right, for Mr. Song's illness, you should hire another expert!"

This group of medical professors spoke one after another, obviously venting their dissatisfaction.

"This..." At this moment, Song Zhiyuan didn't think that things would turn out like this, and for a moment he didn't know what to do. He looked at Xiao Yifeng, thinking about whether to invite him out.

At this time, Song Zhijun stared at Xiao Yifeng with stern eyes and shouted: "Who are you, kid? You even lied to come here, get out of here immediately!"

"If you let me go out, then I will lose face!"

Xiao Yifeng looked at Song Zhijun and curled his lips.

"Since you don't want to go out by yourself, I'll send you out."

Song Zhijun's eyes froze, and a ferocious aura surged all over his body. He stepped out, stretched out his right hand and grabbed Xiao Yifeng's shoulder like lightning, and was about to lift him up and throw him out.