The Most Powerful Young Man

Xiao Yao was still a little surprised when he learned that Qu Yang had been in a car accident. He really didn't expect that such a thing would happen in the past few days of his retreat.

Except for surprise, all that is left is anger.

Qu Yang is his friend and his brother. If this is just an accident, Xiao Yao can’t blame others, but if this matter is a conspiracy against Qu Yang or Xiaoyao Group, no matter who that person is. In any dark corner he was hiding in, Xiao Yao would pull him out and step on it.

Sitting in the car heading to the hospital, Xiao Yao's face was always ugly.

The expressions on the faces of Zhou Lei and others were similar to those of Xiao Yao.

After all, something happened to Qu Yang, no one could completely relax in his heart.

When he got to the hospital, Xiao Yao just pulled the car door and jumped down as soon as he stopped the car.

When he arrived in the ward, Xiao Yao was shocked when he saw Qu Yang with the instrument still in his body, and his brows suddenly wrinkled.

Qu Yang's father stood up at this moment and nodded to Xiao Yao.

His eye sockets are slightly red, his face has more wrinkles, and he is a lot older. It is no wonder who he is, his own son has such a thing, it is too difficult to maintain a calm heart, even if Qufu Having gone through a lot of wind and waves, there is no way to withstand such a result.

In the past few days, he has been thinking about a question again and again, whether he has done too many bad things, but he shouldn't think about it carefully.

He felt that he was a good person, and he had never done anything to apologize to the people in his life. Even if he did, the retribution should be on him. Does it have anything to do with his son?

God doesn't open your eyes!

"Uncle Qu, I'm sorry." Xiao Yao said sincerely looking at Father Qu.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, the fault is no longer on you." The smile on Qufu's face looked a little far-fetched.

"Regardless of whether the fault is on me or not, at the very least, if you can let Qu Yang do it with me, you just trust me, but I have let down your trust in me." Xiao Yao said sternly, and the expression on his face looked like that. So solemn.

"Xiao Yao, don't say that. If you have to say that, I will feel awkward. After all, no one wants to see Qu Yang have an accident." Qufu sighed.

Xiao Yao nodded, not knowing what he should say at this time.

"Uncle Qu, you don't need to think about it for the time being, I believe that Ji people have their own natural looks." Chang Yang comforted.

Qufu nodded and accepted this kind of comfort, but whether it was him or Chang Yang, he felt that Ji people have their own natural phases, which is simply nonsense. If Ji people really have their own natural phases, then why does Qu Yang still Encountered such a thing?

Since I was in the hospital since I was a child, no one has said to let Xiao Yao take the initiative to treat Qu Yang.

It’s not that they don’t want Xiao Yao to take action. They are just worried about whether Xiao Yao has such strength. After all, even the most famous Chinese and Western medicine doctor in China has already concluded that Qu Yang will never be able to wake up in this life. There was no way for Yao. Didn't they say this adding a psychological burden to Xiao Yao? All of you here are smart people, and no one will be confused on such issues.

Xiao Yao walked to Qu Yang's hospital bed, stretched out his hand, and began to cut Qu Yang's veins. Then, he opened Qu Yang's eyelids and looked at it, his face becoming heavier.

"Brother Xiao, what do you say?" Zhou Lei hurried up and asked, seeing Xiao Yao already checking for Qu Yang.

"It's hard to say now." Xiao Yao said, "The situation is really not very good."

Hearing Xiao Yao's words, the expressions on Qufu Zhou Lei's and others' faces became more solemn.

Although they didn't say anything before, for them, Xiao Yao was their last hope.

But now, even Xiao Yao said such things.

Doesn't it indicate that Qu Yang really has nothing to do?

Xiao Yao looked at their expressions and said with a smile: "But I didn't say that there is no way at all. What are you doing with such an expression?"

"Yes." Nan Tianyuan said with a smile, "Anyway, I have confidence in Brother Xiao."

"Okay, don't worry about it. By the way, Uncle Qu, can I see the doctor in charge of Quyang?" Xiao Yao turned his face to look at Father Qu and asked.

Although I don't know exactly what Xiao Yao wants to do, Qufu nodded immediately: "This must be no problem. I will invite Dr. Liu over now."

Xiao Yao nodded, and Zhou Lei also walked out with Qufu.

"Brother Xiao, do you have a way?" Chang Yang asked.

Xiao Yao glanced at Chang Yang and said seriously: "It's hard to say now, because I haven't figured out the specific situation, but Chang Yang, you can rest assured, as long as Qu Yang is not dead, I can make him stand up! "

If this sentence is spoken from someone else's mouth, it sounds like it is huge, but I don't know why. In this case, speaking from Xiao Yao's mouth, it gives people a very convincing feeling.

After all, this arrogant man is named Xiao Yao!

He is Huaxia, the most powerful Chinese medicine doctor!

Although Xiao Yao himself has not said that, everyone who knows Xiao Yao will think so.

Before long, a man wearing a white coat and a stethoscope around his neck walked in behind Qufu and Zhou Lei.

Seeing Xiao Yao, the man walked up to the front and grasped Xiao Yao's hand.

"You are Xiao Yao, Mr. Xiao?" This male doctor is about the same age as Qufu.

"It's me." Xiao Yao nodded, seeing the excitement in his eyes, he was a little puzzled, after all, this was the first time he met this doctor.

"Hello, hello, I am Qu Yang’s attending doctor, and I know you too! Your medical skills are really amazing. I also knew about Mr. Qu’s illness before. I originally thought he would...but But you didn't expect that in the end you pulled him back from the gate of the ghost." This Mr. Qu in the mouth of Doctor Liu was talking about Father Qu.

Before, the composer also invited him over, hoping to make Qufu wake up.

But at that time, Dr. Liu was almost diagnosed, thinking that Father Qu would not live long at all, but no one thought that Father Qu was standing in front of him now, and he looked full of energy.

Qufu's case has also been studied by many Chinese and Western medicines, but no one can figure out any clues, and can only think that this is a medical miracle.

Xiao Yao smiled, only to understand why the other party looked excited when he saw him.

"Doctor Liu, I want to ask, Qu Yang, what is the situation now?" Although Xiao Yao is a Chinese medicine doctor, sometimes he has to admit that many instruments in western medicine are really very convenient. It's hard to keep things wrong, but these instruments can't deceive people.

Hearing Xiao Yao's introduction to this topic, Dr. Liu's expression also became serious.

After thinking for a while, he said to Xiao Yao: "Well, Mr. Xiao, you come to my office and let's talk carefully."

"Okay." Xiao Yao nodded.

Following Doctor Liu, Xiao Yao walked into an office. Not long after, the door of the office was knocked open. An old man in his 50s or 60s was followed by a group of doctors.

Doctor Liu immediately stood up when he saw the incoming person.

"The Dean!"

Xiao Yao was a little surprised, and stood up with him. This was the basic respect for others.

The old man nodded, and then shook hands with Xiao Yao.

"Mr. Xiao, hello." The dean said with a smile.

"Hello Dean, are you looking for me?" Xiao Yao asked curiously.

"Yes, I just learned that you came to the hospital, so I came to have a look immediately. It's not easy, it's really not easy. It's really a hero!" The dean said with a smile.

In fact, Xiao Yao was quite impatient. He just wanted to hear Qu Yang’s condition from Dr. Liu’s mouth. It’s just that the other party was so old and started to hold him up. The so-called stretched out his hand and didn’t hit the smiley, even if Xiao Yao Xin was unhappy and couldn't show it, otherwise, he would be a little ignorant.

"By the way, Mr. Xiao, are you here this time because of Qu Yang's condition?" the dean asked.

"Yes." Xiao Yao nodded, "I just planned to get some information about Qu Yang's condition from Mr. Liu."

"It turned out to be like this!" The old dean nodded and said to Dr. Liu again, "Dr. Liu, you have the right to cooperate with Xiao Yao. No matter what Xiao Yao asks, you will try your best to meet what you can meet, if you can’t. Try to find a way to be satisfied. If it doesn’t work, just go to me. Do you understand?

Doctor Liu was a little surprised. The Dean's attitude was simply giving Xiao Yao the green light!

But after thinking about it carefully, he also wants to understand. Now everyone can take Qu Yang's condition and there is no way. If Xiao Yao can cure Qu Yang, it can be regarded as another medical miracle, although it was not created by them, but At least they are all involved.

"Don't worry, Dean, I understand it in my heart." Doctor Liu nodded his head and made a promise.

The dean could also see that Xiao Yao was actually a little impatient at this time, so he didn't stay to explain anything, and simply took all the doctors out of the office.

"Mr. Xiao, let's continue talking!" Dr. Liu said.

He can't wait to tell Xiao Yao all he knows right now, and then see what kind of medical miracles Xiao Yao can create in the hospital, even as an observer, he feels that he can benefit a lot.

Xiao Yao nodded.

"From the current situation, although Qu Yang has many fractures on his body, these are minor problems. The only serious problem is the brain area." Doctor Liu found Qu Yang's film and began to explain to Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao listened very carefully and meticulously.

Dr. Liu said a lot of professional terms in Western medicine, but Xiao Yao couldn't understand it. In the end, he could only summarize it briefly.

Traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are different in many aspects. To make a simple analogy, in Chinese medicine, there is no such word as a cold. It can only be said that you have suffered a cold.