Small Village Doctor Cultivation

Chapter 1229 Doubt
When I walked in, I saw many old Chinese doctors and many Western doctors, and each of them had an expert's work sign on his chest.

But the doctors in the corridor are all famous doctors selected from various provinces and cities.

Expert consultation, but helpless, the doctors are in a hurry.

Seeing two soldiers walking in with Ning Caichen, each of them showed a look of surprise, who is this young man?

How can there be soldiers who open the way in person?
When I came to the ward, a group of experts and old Chinese doctors were inside, each with cold sweat on their foreheads.

Ning Caichen met an acquaintance, it turned out to be Long Ya.

Long Ya smiled pleasantly upon seeing Ning Caichen.

"Caichen, it's best for you to come here. Hurry up and save my grandfather." Long Ya said hastily.

"It's your grandfather?" Ning Caichen showed a look of surprise.

Li Xiaosu and Ning Caichen had talked about Long Ya, and they knew that Long Ya belonged to the third generation of red, Mr. Long had a prominent status and was a national treasure.

"Yes, you must save my grandpa. The medicine stone doesn't work, and he vomits whatever he eats. And he is unconscious." Long Ya was very anxious, remembering stretching out his hand and pulling Ning Caichen to the hospital bed.

"Wait!" An old Chinese doctor blocked the way.

"Doctor Gu, please step aside!" Long Ya said seriously.

"Mr. Long, Mr. Long is on the verge of death. If he takes the wrong medicine or improper treatment, his life will be in danger. I have to ask who this young man is?" Dr. Gu said seriously.

Ning Caichen frowned, but Dr. Gu looked upright, and what he said made sense, he didn't deliberately find fault, but he still showed his contempt for young people, thinking that Ning Caichen was incapable.

"Mr. Long, you have to think twice before you act. You can't make fun of the old man's life." The director of the nursing home said hastily.

"Young man, did you come back from studying abroad?" An old Chinese doctor in his 70s spoke to Ning Caichen in a questioning tone.

"Doctor Zhong, you have no right to question the person I invited." Long Ya said displeased.

"Xiaolong! I watched you grow up. I have always taken care of the old man's body. I know best whether you can let others mess around. Besides, even if this young man returned from studying in the United States, he is so young and does not have much clinical experience. The old man's body is precious, and ordinary doctors are not qualified to make a diagnosis." Dr. Zhong put on a condescending tone, and didn't take Ning Caichen seriously at all.

"I didn't come back from studying abroad. I'm a Chinese medicine practitioner. My medical skills are inherited from my ancestors. If you don't allow me to be treated, the old man will vomit blood in a minute. If the timing of treatment is delayed, it will be even more difficult to treat." Ning Caichen Seriously.

"Ancestral medicine? Are you a Chinese medicine doctor?" Dr. Zhong pointed at Ning Caichen angrily and said angrily.

"I am a Chinese medicine practitioner." Ning Caichen said calmly.

"Nonsense! Chinese medicine relies on accumulated experience. How old are you? You have learned Chinese medicine since you were born. You have at most 20 years of clinical experience. What kind of experience do you have? You are not worthy of coming here, let alone treating the old man. If you make a mistake in the treatment, you Can you bear the responsibility?" Doctor Zhong said sharply.

"How dare you talk about treating the old man here when you are still young. Once you make a mistake, you will not be able to atone for your sin even if you die ten thousand times." The old director said sharply.

"Last time I was injured, none of you could do anything about it. Why don't you send it to Caichen for treatment. If you are chattering here, I will drive you away." Long Ya said domineeringly.

(End of this chapter)