Supreme Little Fisherman

  Chapter 754 Zhao's real estate crisis!

   Before Wang Ya could finish speaking, Chen Qing slapped Wang Ya loudly!

   "You, you hit me?!" The sudden change made Wang Ya feel overwhelmed for a while.

Chen Qing punched and kicked Wang Ya, and scolded Wang Ya bloodyly: "You are the one who beat you to death! Do you know who this genius doctor Zhou is? Let alone me, even Ouyang Hong can't afford to offend! What are you!"

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

  Teaching 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 boss Zhao Qingxuan.

  Private Room No. 1 on the top floor of Angel City Hotel, full of extravagant guests.

  Zhou An and Zhao Fei sat next to the birthday star Zhao Qingxuan at the main table. Zhao Qingxuan obviously wanted to pave the way for the younger generation and introduce Zhou An to the senior management of his company.

  Although Zhou An is not interested in this kind of thing, he can only make a smile on his face.

   After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, suddenly a loud noise came to Zhou An's ears at the door:

   "Not good! Chairman Yang Hua's father, Mr. Yang Ye, passed out!"

   "Call the emergency number quickly, what is the 120 phone number?"

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

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

  All the top executives of the Zhao Group couldn't help but stand up, each and every one of them anxious like ants on a hot pot:

   "What?! Mr. Yang Ye? That's the father of Yang Hua, the chairman of the Provincial City Chamber of Commerce!"

   "If something really happened to Mr. Yang Ye today, our Zhao Group will definitely be hated by President Yang Hua, that would be terrible!"

   Zhou An raised his eyebrows and said, "Take me there to have a look, maybe I can think of a way."

  Hearing Zhou An's words, Zhao Qingxuan was stunned for a moment with anticipation 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 were full of admiration and joy.

  Zhao Group's high-level executives led the way in front, pushing away the crowd of spectators, and Zhou An saw the scene of the incident.

  A middle-aged man in a suit half-kneeled on the carpet, holding his mobile phone, his face livid and anxious. Next to the middle-aged man in a suit, an old man in a Tang suit passed out. Everyone was afraid of causing secondary injury and dared not step forward to help.

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

  Zhou An nodded, and immediately stepped forward and said, "Chairman Yang Hua, please allow me to treat Mr. Yang."

  Hearing Zhou An's words, Yang Hua couldn't help being taken aback, looked at Zhao Qingxuan and waited for Zhao Qingxuan's introduction.

  Zhao Qingxuan hurriedly said: "Chairman Yang, this is my daughter's friend named Zhou An. Although he is young, he has excellent medical skills. I guarantee it with my reputation."

  Hearing Zhao Qingxuan's words, Yang Hua couldn't help being excited, he took Zhou An's hand and said: "Then trouble this little friend, my father will entrust you! Please!"

  Zhou An nodded, and put his right hand on the patient's pulse to pretend to be diagnosing the pulse. In fact, he turned on the see-through sky eye to carefully look at the patient's physical condition like a scanner.

   In the blink of an eye, Zhou An had already discovered that the patient had a heart attack.

  If an ordinary doctor encounters this situation, not to mention whether the disease can be cured, it is already very valuable to ensure that the patient does not die before reaching the hospital.

  But for me, even curing patients is nothing more than a piece of cake!

  Thinking about it, Zhou An looked up at President Yang Hua and said, "Fortunately, you didn't touch the patient, or something really 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 of severe acute myocardial infarction is astonishingly low, and most of them die before they can even be sent to the hospital! "

  Yang Hua seemed to grasp the last straw, and begged Zhou An again and again: "Master Zhou, please save my father Yang Ye, no matter what you ask, I will agree to you!"

  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 it is easy for me."

   Before Yang Hua could speak, an old voice came from outside the door: "This kind of cowhide dares to blow, and I'm not afraid that the wind will flash my tongue!"

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

  Seeing the arrival of the old man, all the guests present were taken aback for a moment, and then they all said in surprise:

   "It's Mr. Wang, a famous doctor who won the title of national doctor and is well-known in the whole province!"

   "With this old man making a move, it is definitely far better than this young man of unknown origin!"

  The doctors in white coats clustered around the old man in long gowns echoed again and again, looking at Zhou An with contempt on their faces:

   "Just because you're a bum? What kind of international joke are you making! Severe myocardial infarction is an international problem! Even if Mr. Wang takes action himself, the probability of saving his life is 50-50! Let alone being cured!"

   "Exactly, is it possible that you, a little **** who came out of nowhere, can be better than the old Wang who is famous in the provincial capital? If you have this ability, I will call you grandpa!"

  Looking indifferently at the group of doctors in white coats who look down on people, the corner of Zhou An's mouth curled up playfully: "You are so sure that I can't cure this patient?"

  Hearing Zhou An's words, the long-clothed old man known as Wang Lao sneered, and the contempt in his words was undisguised:

   "It's up to you? It's so ridiculous! If you have this ability, I, Wang Lin, will give up the title of national medical treatment. From now on, I will never cure diseases and save people!"

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

  Old Wang snorted coldly and said: "It's up to you! I want to see, where did you get your confidence, you bumbling thing!"

  Under the eyes of the audience, Zhou An took out the silver needle he carried with him and pierced it into the middle acupoint of Mr. Yang Ye.

  Tune the dragon energy in the group repeatedly, and follow the silver needles into the body of Mr. Yang Ye.

  Although Mr. Yang Ye is nearly 90 years old, cutting the hair and washing the marrow with dragon energy will not improve the body much, but things like curing myocardial infarction are still effortless!

  Time passed by like a fleeting moment. Fifteen minutes later, Zhou An put away the silver needle, looked at Yang Hua, the son of Mr. Yang Ye, and said, "The patient is fine now, and he will wake up later."

  (end of this chapter)