President Bingshan’s personal doctor

Chapter 28 Hope

Terminal illness?

As soon as Su Han said these words, the entire venue suddenly became quieter, and even the sound of breathing stopped.

Zhao Ming, as if he had heard a joke, said disdainfully: "Terminal disease? You said I have a terminal disease? What a joke!"

This seemed to be cursing him, which made Zhao Ming very unhappy. He glanced at Su Han, narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned to look at Mr. Xu, and deliberately asked: "Mr. Xu, this is your Qiao's Hospital. Experts just casually say that I have a terminal illness, huh, they just open their mouths!"

Without any examination or diagnosis, he dared to say that he had a terminal illness. Did this kid really think he was a miracle doctor?

Even the other experts around him couldn't help laughing.

Not to mention the examination of various medical equipment in the field of western medicine, but also in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, which also pays attention to seeing, hearing and asking. Could it be that Su Han, just by looking at Zhao Ming, can tell that he has a terminal illness?

People with such abilities may not even be born yet!
  Originally, there were some people who knew Mr. Xu's character and knew that he would not engage in nepotism and casually brought such a young boy to the meeting. At this moment, it seemed that Zhao Ming was right. This Su Han was everything. You are an ignorant child who doesn’t understand.

Mr. Xu's face was extremely ugly, but he knew that if Su Han said that Zhao Ming was sick, then he was definitely sick. Since he was looking for death, who could blame him?

Su Han also shook his head, with a look of regret: "What a pity. At such a young age, he can be considered an expert and scholar, which is considered to be a certain level, but he has to die young. It is really a pity."

Seeing that Zhao Ming didn't believe it, Su Han didn't want to say more. If he talked about this kind of thing too much, people would think you were cursing him.

Su Han sat down and didn't want to pay attention to Zhao Ming anymore. He was here to attend the meeting and to exchange the latest medical techniques in the medical field with these experts and scholars. There was no need to waste so much time on a person who regarded himself as aloof.

But how could Zhao Ming endure it?

How could he endure being insulted by a boy with no hair on his face, and even saying that he was terminally ill?

"Mr. Xu, I'm not offending you, but if you don't have anyone at Qiao's Hospital, you don't have to attend this meeting!" Zhao Ming shouted loudly, "There are so many people who want to come, why waste a quota on a kid who doesn't know anything!"

The people around him also nodded secretly, feeling that what Zhao Ming said was very reasonable. Wouldn't it be unfair for a young college student, who might even have just graduated, to occupy a quota?

Of course, Su Han was invited by Mr. Xu, and the others did not dare to say anything. They just had dissatisfied expressions written on their faces.

Mr. Xu's face was ugly, and he was extremely angry.

He didn't speak, and Su Han stood up again. This time, Su Han also had a trace of anger on his face!

He knew that Mr. Xu truly respected and admired medicine and would never engage in nepotism. His ability to come was entirely due to his own strength!
  Go through relationships? Am I just like someone who can only qualify to come to this conference by relying on connections?

Others can insult themselves, but they cannot insult people like Mr. Xu who truly work hard and contribute to the development of medicine!

Su Han stared at Zhao Ming, his face was cold, and he snorted coldly: "Doctor Zhao, have you been feeling a little sore in your armpits recently? You can't find the real pain point when you touch it, even after a medical and surgical examination. No problems were found at all?”

Zhao Ming was stunned for a moment, looked at Su Han in surprise, and was shocked in his heart: "How could he know?!"

"Have you felt that you are easily tired recently? Even if you sleep for twelve hours a night, you still feel weak when you wake up the next morning?" Zhao Ming's face was even more shocked. His hands After scratching it, a cold sweat broke out!
  "Has your appetite become particularly good recently, and your food intake is at least twice as much as before? Do you feel hungry no matter how much you eat, and you are never full?" Su Han said loudly, word by word, "Are you even... My recent sexual intercourse has been unsatisfactory, and it’s even very difficult for me to walk on the sidewalk?”

"Snapped--!"

The teacup that Zhao Minggang picked up instantly fell to the ground!

His face was pale, and he stared at Su Han blankly, his eyes full of disbelief, and even more... fear!
  Because what Su Han said, he felt deeply about every word he said, but he had checked, whether it was a routine blood test, a surgical check, or even a pulse check by an old Chinese doctor, and there was nothing wrong. This was just because of the recent work pressure. Damn, are you tired?
  "You, what are you talking about!" Zhao Mingming was panicking and his face turned red. Su Han could even tell that there was something wrong with his own sexual intercourse?
  Su Han snorted and shook his head: "Am I talking nonsense? Then touch your heart three inches downward. Is there a hard lump? If you squeeze it hard, will it hurt?"

Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Ming's head, his heart beat faster and he became very nervous.

The people around him also looked at him. Seeing his reaction, everyone was extremely frightened. Could it be that Su Han had guessed everything correctly? This Zhao Ming really has a terminal illness!

How is this possible?
  Su Han just glanced at Zhao Ming. How could he have such miraculous medical skills?
  Even the experts from out of town looked at Su Han and Zhao Ming with curiosity on their faces.

Zhao Ming's Adam's apple twitched, and he became more and more panicked. He subconsciously reached out and touched the spot Su Han mentioned. His eyes suddenly went dark, and a sharp pain hit his heart!
  "Ah——!" He screamed, his body trembling with pain, and he almost lost his balance and fell down.

At this moment, he knew that what Su Han said was true!
  I... really have a terminal illness!
  Zhao Ming panicked, he was scared, and he was filled with fear. He actually...had a terminal illness? How can this be!

But these feelings have been very obvious recently, but no matter how I checked, there was nothing wrong. How could I have a terminal illness?

He looked at Su Han, with a hint of fear in his eyes, moved his lips, and murmured: "I, am I really terminally ill?"

"Terminal illness, late stage." Su Han said calmly.

With a snap, Zhao Ming slumped down on the ground, eyes wide open.

By this moment, he was able to confirm that Su Han did not lie to him and that he really had a terminal illness. When he heard the word "terminal", he was even more shattered and his face was full of despair.

The faces of the people around him were also shocked. Su Han could actually see Zhao Ming's terminal illness just by looking at him?

They also felt sorry for Zhao Ming. Seeing Zhao Ming's appearance, they knew that Su Han was right, he was a real master!

With such ability, no wonder even Mr. Xu was so polite and invited him to attend the meeting. They actually looked down on Su Han, saying that he came through connections. They were all glad. Fortunately, they didn't speak just now, otherwise they would have been I have offended such a real master.

The atmosphere in the conference room instantly became serious. Zhao Ming was diagnosed with a terminal illness by Su Han, which made others feel sorry for him. Zhao Ming himself was even more desperate. He was terminally ill...

His life is gone.

"Although it's at an advanced stage, I can cure it." After a pause, Su Han continued to speak.

Zhao Ming suddenly raised his head, a light flashed in his eyes, as if a man who was about to die of thirst in the desert saw an oasis again.

(End of this chapter)