It was a man's voice, panic and rushing, as if the sky was about to fall.

In addition, there was also a mixed voice of concern that Zhang Lan said, "Mr. Zhou, what's wrong with you? Don't run away, walk slowly, be careful to fall..."

In a blink of an eye, someone came to the door of the emergency room. He was neither someone else, but the landlord Zhou Bingcheng.

I saw that he was haggard and had withered appearance, deep eyes, and dark circles were very obvious, as if he had suffered a serious illness.

He was carrying a large yellow-brown paper bag in one hand, with the words "Radical Department of the Municipal Brain Hospital" written on it. At first glance, he looked like a film containing CT films. In the other hand, he was holding a high-end black briefcase, leaning against the door frame, gasping for breath.

The crystal sweat flowed down her slightly fat cheeks.

"Mr. Zhou, what's wrong with you? I haven't seen you this night, how could it become like this?"

Ye Zhihan asked with concern.

Yesterday, Zhou Bingcheng was fine, with a red face and full of energy, but today...

Zhang pulled the other side and brought a cup of warm water, and politely said to Zhou Bingcheng: "Mr. Zhou, please take a sip of water and slow down your breath."

Zhou Bingcheng quickly took the cup of warm water and poured it all into his mouth before handing the empty paper cup to Zhang Lan'a, saying quickly: "Thank you, Xiao Zhang."

Then, he took two steps at a time and came to Qin Guangrong with a strange expression on his face, and said respectfully: "Old Qin, I went to the Brain Hospital for a detailed examination last night. It turned out that I had malignant brains and could only live for more than ten or twenty days. I don't believe it. I went to the Chinese Medicine Hospital early this morning to find you, but I didn't see it. After asking again, I learned that you were in Xinglin Hospital for a clinic, so I rushed over and hoped that you could help me see these results, what disease I had and how long I could live."

Zhou Bingcheng gently lowered the information to the desk in front of Qin Guangrong, bent down and stood aside, like a prisoner waiting for sentence.

Last night, although Su Yang said something to him was not very friendly, he didn't take it to heart.

Unexpectedly, I had a severe headache on the way home, so I dropped the front of the car and drove towards the Brain Hospital.

He wanted to take a look at whether Su Yang was right, saying that he had a serious illness and could live for at most one month.

He wanted to do the test results and slapped Su Yang in the face.

However, the result of the Brain Hospital frightened him, sweating on his head and weak all over.

Because what Su Yang said is correct, and how long he lived was shortened by many days, only a dozen days, which made him panic and anxious.

I just survived a night under the torture of all kinds of negative emotions.

He still couldn't believe it, and with a lucky mentality, he went to the Affiliated First Affiliated Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine to find the most famous Professor Qin Guangrong to confirm it.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Qin didn’t work there. After inquiring, he found out that Mr. Qin was working in the Xinglin Medical Center downstairs.

So, I drove all the way here just to get confirmation from Qin Guangrong.

"This is?"

Qin Guangrong looked at the inspection information on this table and was a little puzzled.

If this were in the self-diagnosis and treatment room of Affiliated One of Traditional Chinese Medicine, it would be impossible for these materials to be thrown on the desk so hasty.

Because there are only three fixed numbers every day, and only three patients look for him to see a doctor. Their attitude towards themselves is as respectful as looking at a leader who is superior, and is as vulgar as this man.

However, he was not easy to have an attack, so he just looked at Su Yang and Ye Zhihan and sought their opinions.

"Well, Mr. Qin, this is like this. This is the landlord of Mr. Zhou, our clinic also rented his first floor. Since he believes in you so much, let's take a look and make a judgment."

Ye Zhihan said seriously.

"Okay. Since it's Mr. Zhou, that's our friend, I must take a closer look."

Qin Guangrong nodded and smiled.

I slowly opened the large information bag, took out a few black and white films, and placed them under the fluorescent lamp to watch carefully.

Zhou Bingcheng, his eyes were staring at Qin Guangrong's face, and he closely monitored the other party's expression changes.

His heart seemed to be hanging in his throat, unable to go down or come up, stuck in the middle, extremely dull and depressing.

Gradually, Qin Guangrong's eyes gradually became sharper, and at the same time, he slowly shook his head, and a trace of imperceptible regret flashed deep in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Mr. Qin, just tell me."

Zhou Bingcheng said in a trembling voice.

He really couldn't stand the blow, and if he continued like this, he would probably collapse.

"Don't worry, I'm still watching,"

Qin Guangrong put down the film, rubbed his eyes, picked up some diagnostic documents and other diseases such as blood tests, urine tests, electrocardiogram routines and brain wave diagrams, etc., and looked at them one by one, then raised his head, stared at Zhou Bingcheng, and sighed, "Mr. Zhou, these results are all correct. With current medical skills, it is not impossible to treat them at all, so I will give you more..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhou Bingcheng suddenly pounced and collapsed on the ground, as if he was hit by a bullet.

Then he shed tears, and he climbed up to Qin Guangrong on all sides, hugged his legs tightly, and cried and said in tears: "Please Mr. Qin, save me. I am not dead. I am still young and don't want to die."

He was originally from a rural area, and his family was poor. He dropped out of school and came to the city to work hard. He suffered a lot. With his hard work and extraordinary mind, he earned a good family business, sent his only son to study in the United States, and started a family and got a green card.

Unfortunately, a few years ago, a car accident took away his life as his wife who was supporting each other and suffered heavy blows.

After that dark and dull period, he wanted to sell his property and spend his old age at his American son's house.

Unexpectedly, he was found to have this disease, which almost defeated his willpower and became fragile.

At this moment, when I saw Qin Guangrong, who was a famous cardiovascular and brain expert in China, was like a drowning person, holding on to a life-saving straw and not letting go.

Even if I lose all my wealth, I want to survive.

"Mr. Zhou, it's not that I don't want to save me, but that I'm really helpless. Please get up."

Qin Guangrong said heavily.

He has seen many such people, so he can save him and of course he spares no effort to save them, but he can't save them, but he can't save them, but he can't do anything.

Even ants live in silence, let alone humans.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but say to Zhou Bingcheng: "Get up quickly, I'll show you a way out, maybe he can save your life."

"who?"

Zhou Bingcheng asked anxiously with his eyes bright.

"It's him, Teacher Su, he is the most powerful miracle doctor in the world. He doesn't count what I said just now, and he doesn't count what others say. He wants his words to determine life and death. He says he can save you, and he will definitely save you. He says he can't save you even if the gods come."
Chapter completed!