Chapter 2305: Stinky beggar

Sure enough, less than half a month after leaving Ling's house for those two Dao, Ling Yuanshan suddenly suffered a strange illness and couldn't afford it.
Of course, Ling Yuanshan is definitely not bad for money. Various hospitals, large and small, have checked it all over, but they just couldn't find the disease.
Of course, she had also contacted Chairman Xu of the Alchemist Association Branch.
However, Chairman Xu couldn't tell why.
To know that his alchemy level is the highest in the entire Tianshi, if even he is helpless, who else can Ling Moqing call?
If it were when Tiancheng was in Yuncheng before, no matter how serious the illness was, he couldn't cure it.
But Tiancheng has gone to another world, where can she find it?
Seeing her father was dying now, the only thing Ling Moqing could think of was to find the two fortune tellers, maybe they had a way to crack it.
Now that the fortune teller has found it, Ling Moqing naturally has to show extreme sincerity and ask them to save her father.
After seeing the two fortune tellers, Ling Moqing immediately reached out to show their good.
However, the two fortune tellers seemed to have no intention of shaking hands with Ling Moqing, which made Ling Moqing feel a little embarrassed.
"Are you the daughter of Ling Yuanshan?" the tall fortune-teller asked.
His look was extremely arrogant, giving people a sense of superiority.
And the other short Taoist priest looked at Ling Moqing if you weren't, which was obviously out of ulterior motives.
Ling Moqing nodded, tears filled the corners of her eyes, "Yes, two masters, my father is about to die, I beg you to save him. As long as you can save him, I will pay as much money as you want."
If you don’t have money, you can earn again, but if you don’t have people, you really have nothing.
The tall fortuneteller waved his hand casually, "Lead the way ahead!"
Ling Moqing hurriedly wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and led them directly to the intensive care room.
The short man whispered to the tall man, "Brother, it looks like we will be able to take down this girl soon."
The tall man nodded, "After we win, we can go back for business!"
People are not allowed to enter the intensive care unit at will, so Ling Moqing had to call out the nurses in the intensive care unit and discussed with them.
However, when the nurse heard that Miss Ling's family was looking for two fortune tellers to treat her father, she felt that he was messing around.
Isn’t the fortune teller selling dog skin plasters on both sides of the street? Such people can also believe it.
Although Ling Yuanshan was already dying ill, if they were healed, he would probably be on the road soon.
Moreover, this is a hospital. Once something goes wrong, can the hospital escape responsibility?
Ling Moqing naturally knew the difficulties of being a doctor and nurse, but he assured the nurse, "Don't worry! I'm not an unreasonable person, and my father will soon fail. I just want these two fortune tellers to try one. test."
Ling Moqing knew that these two fortune tellers should be able to save her father. If they were not allowed to try, then her father would really die.
The nurse was also a little angry after explaining to no avail many times, "Don't say so much, I can't let you in. Many family members say that they are not unreasonable people, but it is the doctors and nurses who really suffer. "
In the face of life and death, there are several people who can be rational, and things like this happen from time to time in the hospital.
"Then my father is no longer hospitalized, I want to take my father home!" Ling Moqing pleaded again.
"That's not okay. Your father's current condition will be dead as soon as he leaves the intensive care unit. Then you will still blame the hospital." The nurse's attitude is very firm.
Ling Moqing felt desperate, and she even wanted to ask her entourage to forcibly open the door of the intensive care unit.
And at this moment, the short fortune teller stepped forward and slapped the nurse on the face, "Get out of the way, and then force me to talk, believe it or not, I killed you."
The weak nurse clutched her swollen cheek and started crying.
The three doctors in the intensive care unit heard the cry and hurried out.
One of the three doctors is the dean, and the other two are his disciples. They are the most powerful team in this hospital.
One of the disciples questioned, "Who would dare to beat our nurse?"
Another disciple pulled the nurse behind him, "Xiaoqing, come here! Don't worry about this matter, we will definitely seek justice for you."
Assaulting nurses at random in the hospital is simply lawless.
But before the disciple's words fell, the short man slapped him forward again and knocked him directly to the ground.
The nurse who was still crying paled with fright and stood upright, never daring to cry again.
The old dean was trembling with anger and took the phone directly out of his pocket.
But the short fortune-teller slapped his mobile phone to the ground with a palm of his hand, and firmly contained his neck, "Old stuff, don't waste Lao Tzu's time, get out of me."
Ling Moqing didn't expect these two fortune tellers to be so rude, he hurriedly stepped forward to stop them, "Don't fight, don't fight. The dean and them are innocent, please let them go!"
The bodyguard standing behind Ling Moqing couldn't help swallowing.
The short fortune teller looks short, but his power is amazing and his methods are very vicious.
He believed that if the young lady didn't step forward to stop it, the old dean would have died.
The tall fortune-teller said leisurely, "Second brother, let him go, it's just a few rubbish, don't be familiar with them."
Another disciple seemed unwilling to say something, pointing to the tall fortune-teller, but the old dean stopped him.
The old dean said with dissatisfaction, "Who are you? Why do you want to fight in my hospital?"
Ling Moqing hurriedly explained, "President, these two fortune tellers have estimated that my father will be sick, so I want to take them to see if they can save my father!"
The old dean said indignantly, "Making a fool, a few sell..."
The old dean wanted to say that they were selling dog-skin plasters, but he swallowed again.
When did the fortune teller come to the hospital to grab food?
"Mo Qing, your father and I are very good friends. Although I have not been able to save him, I hope that your father can be euthanized! You should accept this fact, and let your sorrow go along!"
Ling Yuanshan's condition is too weird, and the old dean with superb medical skills is also helpless.
In this case, even if Darling Venus came back, he could not be saved.
He can understand Ling Moqing's thoughts, but some things are really beyond his ability.
These two fortune-tellers are just playing tricks.
They came here just to defraud the Ling family's money.
As an old friend of Ling Yuanshan, the old dean even more disagreed with Ling Moqing's doing this.
The two fortune tellers were not fools, and naturally they could hear the irony of the old dean.
The short fortune-teller stared at the old dean with a gloomy look, "Old man, don't tell others if you don't have the skills, you have to dare to talk more, believe it or not, I will send you on the road now."
The tall man strode into the intensive care unit, "Leave them alone, come in!"
Ling Moqing had to bow to the old dean to apologize, "The dean is really sorry, I don't want to give up! I hope you can understand me."
The old dean frowned and shook his head and said, "I'm crazy, crazy, really crazy! Hurry up, call the police quickly, and say that two stinky beggars ran into the hospital."
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