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Chapter 754 Zhao¡¯s real estate crisis!

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    Before Wang Ya could finish her words, Chen Qing gave Wang Ya a loud slap in the face!

    "You, you hit me?!" Wang Ya couldn't recover from the sudden change.

    Chen Qing punched and kicked Wang Ya, scolding Wang Ya until her head was bloody: "I'm beating you, you bastard who wants to die! Do you know who this miracle doctor Zhou is? Don't say it's me, even Ouyang  Hongdu can¡¯t afford to offend! Who do you think you are!¡±

    "What?!" After hearing Chen Qing's words, Wang Ya fell to the ground with a plop, foamed at the mouth and passed out!

    After giving Wang Ya a lesson, Zhou An and Zhao Fei went to the provincial capital to attend the birthday banquet of Zhao Fei¡¯s father, real estate tycoon Zhao Qingxuan.

    The private room No. 1 on the top floor of City of Angels Hotel is extremely luxurious and filled with high-profile guests.

    Zhou An and Zhao Fei sat next to Zhao Qingxuan, the birthday boy at the main table. Zhao Qingxuan obviously wanted to pave the way for the juniors and introduced the senior executives of his company to Zhou An.

    Although Zhou An was not interested in this kind of thing, he could only smile.

    After three rounds of wine and five dishes, a sudden noise from the door came to Zhou An¡¯s ears:

    "No! President Yang Hua's father, Mr. Yang Ye, has passed out!"

    "Hurry up and call the emergency number. What is the 120 number?"

    "Don't move! If you move around if you have a heart attack, you will hurt Mr. Yang Ye!"

    "What?!" After hearing these words, Zhao Qingxuan suddenly stood up at the main table, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

    The senior executives of the Zhao Group couldn¡¯t help but stand up, and they were as anxious as ants on a hot pot:

    "What?! Mr. Yang Ye? That's the father of Yang Hua, the president of the provincial chamber of commerce!"

    "If something happens to Mr. Yang Ye today, our Zhao Group will definitely be hated by Chairman Yang Hua. That would be terrible!"

    Zhou An raised his eyebrows and said, "Take me over there and have a look. Maybe I can think of a solution."

    Hearing Zhou An¡¯s words, Zhao Qingxuan was stunned for a moment with a flash of expectation in his eyes. He knew something about Zhou An¡¯s medical skills. Maybe Zhou An could really resolve this crisis!

    Zhao Fei looked at Zhou An, her beautiful eyes filled with admiration and joy.

    A group of senior executives from the Zhao Group led the way and pushed aside the spectators. Only then did Zhou An see the scene of the incident.

    A middle-aged man in a suit was half-kneeling on the carpet, holding a mobile phone with a livid face and a worried face. Next to the middle-aged man in a suit, an old man in a Tang suit passed out. No one dared to step forward to help him for fear of causing secondary injuries.

    Zhao Qingxuan came over and introduced to Zhou An: "The middle-aged man in suit and leather shoes is Yang Hua, the president of the Provincial City Chamber of Commerce. The unconscious old man in Tang suit on the ground is Mr. Yang Ye."

    Zhou An nodded and immediately stepped forward and said, "President Yang Hua, right? Please let me diagnose Mr. Yang's illness."

    Hearing Zhou An¡¯s words, Yang Hua couldn¡¯t help but be startled, and looked at Zhao Qingxuan, waiting for Zhao Qingxuan¡¯s introduction.

    Zhao Qingxuan said hurriedly: "President Yang, this is my daughter's friend named Zhou An. Although he is young, his medical skills are quite superb. I guarantee it with my reputation as Zhao."

    Hearing Zhao Qingxuan¡¯s words, Yang Hua couldn¡¯t help but be filled with excitement. He took Zhou An¡¯s hand and said, ¡°Then I¡¯ll trouble this little friend, my father, I¡¯ll leave it to you! Please!¡±

    Zhou An nodded, and put his right hand on the patient's pulse to pretend to diagnose the pulse. In fact, he turned on the clairvoyance and looked at the patient's physical condition carefully like a scanner.

    But in the blink of an eye, Zhou An had already discovered that the patient had suffered a myocardial infarction.

    "If an ordinary doctor encounters this kind of situation, it is very valuable to ensure that the patient does not die before arriving at the hospital, not to mention whether he can cure the disease.

    But for me, even curing patients is just a piece of cake!

    With his thoughts turning, Zhou An looked up at President Yang Hua and said, "Fortunately you didn't touch the patient, otherwise something would have happened. The patient has acute myocardial infarction, and it's very serious."

    Hearing Zhou An¡¯s words, Yang Hua fell to the ground with a plop, his face pale: ¡°Heart, heart attack?!¡±

    Yang Hua naturally knows something about this disease. The cure rate for severe acute myocardial infarction is surprisingly low, and most of them die before being sent to the hospital!  "

    Yang Hua, as if grasping the last straw, kowtowed to Zhou An repeatedly and begged: "Miracle Doctor Zhou, please save my father Yang Ye. No matter what you ask for, I will agree to it!"

    Zhou An helped Yang Hua up and said, "Don't worry, I will do my best. And for other doctors, severe myocardial infarction is indeed extremely difficult, but for me it is easy.".  "

    Before Yang Hua could speak, an old voice came from outside the door: "You dare to blow this kind of cowhide, and you won't be afraid of the strong wind blowing your tongue!"

    Zhou An looked outside the door and saw a group of doctors in white coats, surrounded by an old man in a long gown, walking towards him.

    Seeing the old man arriving, all the guests present were startled for a moment, and then they all said in surprise:

    "It's Mr. Wang, a famous doctor who has won the title of National Medical Doctor and is well-known throughout the province!"

    "If this old man takes action, he will definitely be far better than this young man with unknown origins!"

    The doctors in white coats who gathered around the old man in long robes also echoed and looked at Zhou An with disdain on their faces:

    "You're just a bastard? What kind of international joke are you kidding! Severe myocardial infarction is an international problem! Even if Mr. Wang takes action himself, the chance of saving his life is only 50-50! Let alone curing it!"

    "That's it, can you, a little brat who came out of nowhere, be more capable than Mr. Wang, who is famous all over the provincial capital? If you have such ability, I will call you grandpa!"

    With an indifferent glance at these condescending doctors in white coats, Zhou An's lips curved in amusement: "Are you so sure that I can't cure this patient?"

    Hearing Zhou An¡¯s words, the old man in a long gown, known as Mr. Wang, sneered, and the contempt in his words was not concealed at all:

    "It's just you? You're really laughing! If you have this ability, I, Wang Lin, will give up the title of national medical doctor to me. From now on, I will never treat illnesses or save lives again!"

    Zhou An glanced at the old man in a long gown and said calmly: "There is no need to wash your hands in the golden basin. How about we make a bet, just five million. I will make you lose to me five million, and I will do the same in turn. How about?"  "

    Mr. Wang snorted coldly and said: "It's up to you! I want to see where you get the confidence from, you pretentious thing!"

    Under the gazes of everyone in the audience, Zhou An took out the silver needle he carried with him and inserted it into the acupuncture point of Mr. Yang Ye¡¯s body.

    ??Mobilize the dragon energy in the body and follow the silver needle into the body of Mr. Yang Ye.

    Although Mr. Yang Ye is nearly ninety years old, cutting the hair and marrow with dragon energy will not have much effect on improving the body, but curing myocardial infarction is still effortless!

    Time flew by like a fleeting moment. A quarter of an hour later, Zhou An put away the silver needle, looked at Yang Hua, the son of Mr. Yang Ye, and said: "The patient is no longer in serious condition and will wake up later." (Remember this site.  Website: www.hlnovel.com
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