Chapter 1122: Country

"Bring my teacher into the car!" Feng Jingbin hesitated for a long time, and said with a big hand. Although Park Zhixiong is in a very bad state, at least his life is not in danger, and his grandfather is already in danger. Play some role.
Several subordinates squeezed Park Zhixiong into the car, and Feng Jingbin drove him directly to the Affiliated Hospital of Beijing Medical University.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped downstairs in the inpatient department. Feng Jingbin asked his subordinates to put Park Zhixiong on the elevator and went directly to the door of the rescue room.
In the corridor, there were twenty or thirty people standing, all of them Feng's family.
"How is my grandfather?" Feng Jingbin saw his father Feng Shuangcheng at a glance, stepped forward and asked eagerly.
"It's being rescued, but the doctor asked us to prepare psychologically." Feng Shuangcheng said with a heavy expression. Generally, doctors make the family members psychologically prepared, that is, there is little hope of rescue.
While talking, a middle-aged man who was about the same age as Feng Shuangcheng walked beside him. This is Feng Shuangcheng's younger brother, Feng Shuangfeng, who is also Feng Jingbin's second uncle.
"Jing Bin, you called yesterday, didn't you say that you had invited a famous doctor? What about that doctor?" Feng Shuangfeng asked.
"Here!" Feng Jingbin hurriedly asked his teacher, Park Zhixiong, to come over, "This is my teacher, Park Zhixiong, the most famous doctor in country h!"
"The famous doctor of h country?" The Feng family looked at Park Zhixiong, who was ashamed. For a while, Park Zhixiong should consider saving himself rather than others.
"Jing Bin, are you kidding us? Did he come here to save people or to be hospitalized?" Feng Jingbin's second uncle, Feng Shuangfeng asked suspiciously.
Feng Jingbin's expression became stiff. Park Zhixiong’s current image is indeed a bit miserable, but his life is close. He ignored Feng Shuangfeng, but said to Park Zhixiong pleadingly: "Teacher, my grandfather is dying now, you can see , Did he get sick?"
Park Zhixiong nodded hard, and said, "I can only look at my hand. There is no way to pulse him or continue acupuncture."
"Good!" Feng Jingbin nodded excitedly, and quickly ordered his subordinates to enter the rescue room with Park Zhixiong.
However, Feng Shuangfeng stopped at the door, "It is being rescued inside. You let a patient in and take a look. What can you see?"
"My teacher is the most famous doctor in country h, and he can definitely see the crux!" Feng Jingbin said.
His grandfather suffered from a strange disease a year ago. He went to major hospitals and visited famous doctors, but did not find out what the disease was. Until a month ago, his condition suddenly worsened and he was bedridden.
Therefore, Feng Jingbin ran to country h and invited Park Zhixiong, but he did not expect that he hadn't seen the illness yet, and that Park Zhixiong had a problem. However, since he is here, he must try his luck.
"Feng Jingbin!" Feng Shuangfeng raised his tone, "You said on TV all day that Chinese medicine is inferior to H doctor because of him? Before, our elders thought you were young and didn't say anything, but now, you can't tolerate your mischief. In case the rescue is delayed, can you afford the responsibility?"
In fact, the Feng family kept nodding their heads.
As Huaxia people, everyone doesn’t catch a cold on Country H. The so-called doctor H is not passed on from Huaxia, that is, Feng Jingbin regards doctor H as a god. If Jixiong Park is not the way he is now, but looks like a doctor, everyone Park Zhixiong may also be allowed in, but now Park Zhixiong feels as if he will faint at any time. Isn't he going in to make trouble?
The two sides faced off for a while.
At this moment, Feng Jingbin's father, Feng Shuangcheng said, "Let them in!"
Feng Shuangfeng looked stiff, gritted his teeth and nodded, "You are the boss, you are the principal, you have the final say!" After speaking, he gave way.
Feng Jingbin hurried into the rescue room with Park Zhixiong.
A few minutes later, Feng Jingbin and Park Zhixiong came out of the rescue room, and Feng Shuangcheng hurriedly greeted him, "How?"
Feng Jingbin flushed and said: "My teacher can't see what the disease is."
"I'll just say he can't do it, how about it?" Feng Shuangfeng immediately caught the point and said sarcastically. Other Feng's family members also whispered to each other, pointing to Park Zhixiong and Feng Jingbin.
"Enough!" Feng Shuangcheng yelled, "Do you have a better way?"
Feng Jingbin is his son. Although Feng Shuangzhen doesn't really care about H doctor, he is now a dead horse as a living horse doctor. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will try.
At this moment, a voice rang from behind the crowd, "Would you like to try Li Mengdong Li?"
"Li Mengdong?" Hearing this name, everyone turned their heads.
The speaker was Feng Jingbin's aunt, Feng Shuanglan.
"What's Li Mengdong's status? How can I see my grandfather?" Feng Jingbin said quickly when he heard Li Mengdong's name.
More than half an hour ago, he and Piao Zhixiong went to challenge Li Mengdong. Don't say Li Mengdong would not come. Even if Li Mengdong did come, he would definitely fling his sleeves and leave when he saw him.
So, it might as well not come.
Others also nodded. Although the Feng family is very rich, Li Mengdong is a Chinese medicine leader for many big men to see a doctor, and when he is older, few people in the entire capital can invite Li Mengdong.
"You have forgotten that in the plague that year, our Feng family donated a lot of money and things, and the old man once went to the front line. At that time, he lived in a tent with Master Li Mengdong, and took a group photo with Master Li Mengdong. Mention the name of the old man, Master Li Mengdong might come!" Feng Shuanglan said.
"Yeah!" Everyone felt hope. Everyone knows this story.
"But it's almost midnight, where to find Master Li Mengdong, we don't know where he lives!" Someone hesitated.
"I have the phone number of Master Li Mengdong's disciple, and I can ask Master Li Mengdong's contact information." Feng Shuangfeng suddenly spoke.
"Then ask!" everyone urged.
Feng Shuangfeng quickly took out his cell phone and dialed a call. After the call was connected, he briefly talked about the process. Soon, the other party came over with a cell phone number.
If Feng Shuangfeng gets a treasure, call immediately.
"Master Li, hello!" Feng Shuangfeng took a deep breath and said respectfully after the call was connected soon.
"Are you?" Li Mengdong's voice came across.
"I am Feng Liguo's son, Feng Shuangfeng." Feng Shuangfeng introduced himself.
"Feng Liguo..." Li Mengdong thought this name was familiar.
"That was the plague that year, the private entrepreneur who donated the most money, at that time, he also lived in a tent with you!" Feng Shuangfeng reminded.
"Oh...I remember!" Li Mengdong asked: "How is your father?"
"My father has a strange disease, his life is dying, and he is trying to rescue him, but the doctor in the hospital is helpless, and asks Mr. Li to save my father's life for the sake of your old acquaintances!" Feng Shuangfeng cried.
(End of this chapter)