Zhou An looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of doctors in white coats, surrounded by a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle, walking in.
This middle-aged man with Mediterranean hair named Song Lian is obviously the core of this group of people.
Hearing the words of these doctors in white coats, all the passengers present could not help but take a deep breath. Their words were full of surprises:
¡°It¡¯s Dr. Song Liansong, a famous emergency doctor who specializes in both Chinese and Western medicine!¡±
"The name of Dr. Song Liansong's first aid is very resounding throughout East China. He can definitely save this patient and old man!"
"Yes, this old man is so lucky to meet Dr. Song Lian who is commuting. He is really lucky!"
Song Lian looked at Zhou An with his nostrils turned upward and snorted coldly: "Boy, you said you have the confidence to diagnose and treat this patient. What confidence do you have? Do you have a degree from a medical university? Do you have the teachings and inheritance of famous doctors? "
"No, so what?" Zhou An looked at Song Lian with a calm look on his face.
Hearing Zhou An's words, Song Lian looked up to the sky and laughed, with no trace of sarcasm or disdain on his face: "You don't have an academic degree, you don't have a famous doctor to teach you, you don't need a barefoot doctor, what qualifications do you have in Song?" Pretending in front of me!"
A group of followers around Song Lian followed Song Lian, walked into the carriage and looked at Zhou An, sarcastically saying:
"That's right! Get out of the way, you man, this patient, Dr. Song Lian, has taken over! There is no room for joking in this kind of treatment and saving lives!"
"Don't be ignorant of good and evil. If you diagnose and treat this patient, he will be killed by you. By then, you can't even think of having a good life!"
"That's right! Have you seen the bodyguards next to this sick old man? He is definitely not an ordinary person with such a pomp. It will not be easy to kill you bastard. Don't be ignorant! You will still be unlucky then. Own!"
The head of the bodyguard also smiled apologetically at Zhou An, then looked at Song Lian and bowed to the ground, saying respectfully: "Doctor Song Lian, you have superb medical skills, please help me with your life-saving skills and rejuvenate!"
The other bodyguards also followed suit and bowed to Song Lian:
"Doctor Song, please save Mr. Jiang! As long as you can cure Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang will be grateful!"
"That's right! Mr. Jiang is very generous and will never treat you badly. And if Mr. Jiang is really good, the rest of us will have to be buried with Mr. Jiang here! Please save us!"
In the eyes of these bodyguards, Song Lian was recognized by so many passengers because he was obviously very good at medicine. He was definitely not someone Zhou An could compare to. Choosing one of the two was a real choice. Don¡¯t make it too simple, don¡¯t even think about it!
Seeing that these bodyguards changed their minds in a blink of an eye, it was obvious that they could not trust Zhou An, so Zhao Fei, with her eyebrows raised and her pretty face cold, was about to argue with these bodyguards.
Zhou An grabbed Zhao Fei, who was like a cat with fried hair, and immediately glanced at the bodyguards with a half-smile and said: "Since you all recognize him, that's fine. I don't have to exert any effort, so I can just be an audience. By the way, watch." Look what Song Lian is capable of!"
Song Lian snorted coldly, with no trace of disdain or ridicule in his words: "Boy, today I'm going to show you what real medicine is! Your barefoot doctor skills are not even worthy of being on the stage, and you still want to talk to me. Comparing someone from Song Dynasty to another is really nonsense!"
After Song Lian finished speaking, under the gazes of everyone in the audience, he walked towards the patient, the old man in Tang suit.
Look at the patient¡¯s complexion, tongue coating, and smell the patient¡¯s taste.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Ask the bodyguards working under the sick old man about the specific illness, and check the pulse of the sick old man to determine his pulse condition.
Take out the stethoscope and listen to the patient¡¯s heart and lung sounds.
Song Lian's operation was smooth and smooth, and he was obviously very familiar with it. After completing a set of operations, Song Lian lightly stroked his beard and remained silent.
Seeing Song Lian¡¯s appearance, the bodyguards couldn¡¯t help but feel their hearts pumping for water, and asked cautiously:
"How is the condition of Divine Doctor Song? Can you tell us?"
"Yes, Doctor Song, we are almost dying of anxiety. Just tell us, can you save our Mr. Jiang?"
Song Lian sighed, spread his hands and said: "This patient has a pulmonary artery embolism. There is no cure in the world. Even if he is sent to the hospital for surgery to remove the embolism, it is too late. The patient may not be able to survive." Hospital!"
Hearing Song Lian¡¯s words, all the passengers present couldn¡¯t help but secretly shook their heads and sighed:
"Dr. Song Lian Song, he is the top first-class emergency doctor in East China. Even he has given up. It seems that this old man in Tang suit is no longer good!"
"Yes"Doctors Song Lian and Song are powerless. Let alone East China, even looking at the surrounding provinces, no one can cure this old man in Tang suit! "
Hearing the famous emergency doctor Song Liandu say this, the old man in Tang suit and all the bodyguards could not help but feel their legs weakening and fell to the ground with a plop, their faces as white as paper!
The head of the bodyguard knelt down on the ground, hugged Song Lian's thigh and kowtowed to Song Lian repeatedly. His words were full of begging: "How could this happen? Doctor Song, please save our Mr. Jiang, Doctor Song!"
The other bodyguards also followed, pleading to Song Lian:
"Yes, Divine Doctor Song! Please save our Lord Jiang, otherwise we will all be finished today!"
"You can't even move your hands. Even if you try your best to save our Mr. Jiang, we will admit that there is no other way!"
Song Lian was not a good-tempered person to begin with. Being stalked by these bodyguards made him look even more ugly: "Why do you keep pestering me? I told you that no one can save this patient! You still force me to do so?" I didn¡¯t do this deliberately to ruin my reputation!¡±
¡°Let me tell you again, let alone me, looking at the entire province and even the country, no one can save this patient!¡±
After Song Lian finished speaking, the whole place fell into dead silence.
The passengers were silent but felt sorry for the old man in Tang suit.
The bodyguards felt as if they were mourning for their heirs, and they all withered instantly like eggplants beaten by frost.
Hearing Song Lian¡¯s nonsense and seeing everyone present clearly believing Song Lian¡¯s nonsense, Zhou An couldn¡¯t help but laugh out loud.
In the silent atmosphere of the carriage where you could hear the drop of a needle, Zhou An's sneer seemed particularly harsh.
Hearing Zhou An¡¯s sarcastic laughter, Song Lian¡¯s followers immediately glared at Zhou An:
"What? Little Yakuza, are you laughing at our Dr. Song Lian?"
"Why are you gloating and laughing? If you have the ability, come and cure this patient!"
"That's right! You little bastard, I'm afraid you don't even know what the patient's disease is! Let alone treat him, why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf!"
"It's none of your business to cool down or stay here! Why are you pretending to be a big clove of garlic for a barefoot doctor!" Song Lian also had a look of disdain on his face, obviously he didn't regard Zhou An as a dish at all. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com