Murong Shan's face was pale. The two best doctors in the imperial capital had already made such diagnosis results one after another. It seemed that his father could not get through this level.

The others also understood the two people's words, and several juniors even started to sob.

Murong Shan still didn't give up and asked Rooney next to him with the last glimmer of hope: "Mr. Rooney, you are an expert of the World Medical Association. Do you think my father can still save him?"

"I can't do anything about this situation." Rooney shook his head, but just when Murong Shan looked disappointed, he said again, "Mr. Murong, don't worry, I can't do anything about the old man's illness, but if my master is invited, he will definitely have a way!"

"Who is your master? Tell me quickly!" Murong Shan said anxiously.

As long as Murong Pingchao can be cured, the Murong family is willing to pay no matter how much the price they are.

At this time, everyone's eyes in the room were also concentrated on the blonde and blue-eyed foreigner.

Seeing everyone staring at him, Rooney showed a hint of pride on his face, and his expression began to feel a little proud, yes, it was just a pride.

"My master is the best doctor in China. There is no disease he cannot cure. As long as he invites him, the old man will definitely be safe..."

Rooney spoke in a stiff Chinese language, with a proud look on his face, and he kept talking endlessly.

The black line at the end of Murong Mountain, but unexpectedly, this foreigner was still a broken mouth. He interrupted Rooney and asked, "Mr. Rooney, my father's situation is urgent. You should hurry up and tell who your master is!"

Rooney said with some conscience: "My master is the doctor king of China, Mr. Tang Han and Tang!"

"Tang Han?"

After hearing him say it, Murong Shan's expression stagnated. He felt that the name was a little familiar. Soon he recalled, wasn't this the young man who gave his daughter the elixir?

At this time, Zhang Daoquan followed and said, "Mr. Rooney is right. I have seen Tang Han's medical skills many times. It is indeed magical. If you find him, you may be able to save the old man."

Zhang Zhijie said: "Yes, I forgot Dr. Tang. A few days ago, the old man from the Sikong family was seriously ill and Dr. Tang went to treat him. In less than half an hour, Mr. Sikong, who vomited blood in big mouths, heard that he is in great health now, as if he is a teenager."

After hearing this, Ma Cuiyun was happy and hurriedly said to Murong Shan: "Boss, there is such a miracle doctor. Then go and invite him. No matter how much he wants, our Murong family will give it to you!"

Murong Shan said with a puzzled look: "Mom, this is not a matter of money. I have also heard of Dr. Tang's medical skills. Some time ago, I asked Xiaoxiao to invite him to treat his father, but he refused. This person seemed to have some prejudice against our Murong family."

"Just, he is a doctor, so he has no right to refuse to treat people!" Murong Hai said arrogantly, "This kind of person is nothing more than relying on some medical skills and want to get more money. I'll find him now!"

Murong Shan said: "Second, don't be impulsive. As far as I know, this Dr. Tang is not a person who loves money..."

Murong Hai waved his hand and interrupted Murong Shan and said, "Brother, you are not young anymore, how could you still be deceived by such a junior? What is he asking for money? Just wait for my good news!"

After saying that, he took people out of the Murong family.

Murong Shan looked at his back and sighed softly, knowing that this brother wanted to suppress him in everything, but no matter what, it would be a great achievement to Murong Hai be able to invite Tang Han to cure his father's illness.

Murong Hai left the Murong family. It was not difficult for him to find someone to live in with the strength of the Murong family. Moreover, Tang Han’s courtyard house was clearly registered in the real estate office.

Soon, he brought a few bodyguards to Tang Han’s house. The gate of the courtyard was open, and Murong Hai did not knock on the door and walked in with great strides.

Although the imperial capital was already in early winter and the trees outside had withered, for some reason, the vegetation in the courtyard was very lush, and all kinds of flowers were rushing to bloom, looking like a cluster of flowers.

In the courtyard, a woman was lowering her head to water the flowers. Although she was wearing a wide home clothes, she couldn't hide her graceful figure.

"Is Tang Han at home?"

Murong Haizhi said arrogantly.

In his heart, he was very proud of his condescending to hire a young doctor as the second-generation head of the Murong family, so he was not polite when he spoke, even Dr. Tang saved and called him Tang Han by name.

"Tang Han, he is at home!" The woman said as she put down the watering can in her hand, raised her head and said, "What's the matter with him? Is it his friend?"

Murong Hai looked arrogant, with his hands behind him, nostrils facing the sky, and his eyes looking at the sky outside the courtyard.

How could a young doctor be friends with him? He snorted and said, "Call him out, I'm looking for him to see a doctor."

The woman talked about the long hair blocking her face and looked up at Murong Hai. Suddenly her expression changed, and her voice trembled, "You... are you the second brother?"

It turned out that the woman who watered flowers in the yard was Tang Han's mother Murong Ping. The day after returning from Bingxiong Kingdom, Tang Han asked Murong Qingcheng to bring his mother from Jiangnan to the imperial capital.

After solving the Sikong family's affairs, Tang Han also accumulated enough strength in the imperial capital. He felt that it was time to send his mother back to the Murong family, but he had not told Murong Ping about this idea yet.

Murong Ping, who grew up in the imperial capital, had more feelings for Siheyuan, so she did not live in Ding Jiuniang's manor, but lived here.

After returning to the long-lost imperial capital, Murong Ping felt a different feeling in her heart. She clearly had her home and relatives not far away, but she could not go back to her home, which made her heart ached.

But I didn't expect that I saw my second brother, Murong Hai, early this morning.

After hearing Murong Ping's words, Murong Hai lowered his proud head. He looked at the woman in front of him, felt a little familiar, and said hesitantly: "Are you?"

"Second brother, have you forgotten? I am Xiaoping?"

After more than twenty years, Murong Ping couldn't hide her excitement, and her eyes turned red and her voice choked.

"Are you Murong Ping?"

Murong Hai was really a little reluctant to believe that the woman in front of him was his sister, she looked too young.

Although Murong Ping is the youngest among their siblings, she is still forty-five or six years old this year. The woman in front of her looks like she is barely 30 years old. If she were Murong Ping's daughter, he would believe it more.

"Second brother, it's really me!"

Murong Ping said as she tied up the long hair in front of her and took two steps towards Murong Hai.

After confirming that the woman in front of me was Murong Ping, Murong Hai's expression changed, and then said coldly: "Murrong Ping, please respect yourself. You have been removed from the Murong family and have nothing to do with me anymore. What qualifications do you have to call me second brother!"
Chapter completed!