"Original...battery" Cui Heming was speechless.

"Yes." The old professor took down the film authoritatively, turned off the reader, and finally said: "Just pull a tooth, it's good."

"..." Ten thousand alpacas ran past Cui Heming's heart.

What's the same as the diagnosis of a doctor who looks like an old doctor in Haicheng First Hospital?!

"You... are you sure?" Cui Heming asked subconsciously.

"Of course, confirm." The old professor was not angry because of the doubts of the patient's family. "This is a disease written in textbooks, but the advantage of silver-amal dentures is that they are very strong and durable, and they basically don't need to be replaced in their entire lives. And they are cheap, which was particularly popular more than ten years ago. But the disadvantages are also obvious. It requires a square tooth stake, which people with poor craftsmanship cannot do at all."

As he said that, the old professor had already opened the locker and started changing his clothes.

"The person who gave your mother a denture is kind, but he didn't notice that the patient also had a gold tooth." He added: "This situation has been much rarer in the past decade because it is basically made of resin."

That's true! Cui Heming felt a ridiculous feeling.

So many days of hard work and hard work were in vain? The conclusion of the high-priced scalper ticket of 5,000 yuan was the same as the conclusion of the emergency department of Haicheng First Hospital?

Isn't this nonsense?

"What?" The old professor saw Cui Heming standing there, absent-minded, and thought he didn't believe it.

"No...no..." Cui Heming was angry at Haicheng First Hospital and could he curse a bullshit doctor. But in the imperial capital, he dared not do this.

"In Haicheng, an emergency department doctor said the same thing, he asked my mother to pull her teeth." Cui Heming said his heart in a daze.

"Yo? Emergency Department? You Haicheng's emergency treatment is very good." The old professor smiled and said, "Let's go. I'm off work today, come directly tomorrow. I won't come to the hospital. I'll pull your mother's teeth."

Cui Heming didn't dare to ask why he didn't pull out now and insisted on waiting for tomorrow. He thought it was obvious that everyone was off work now, without the assistance of nurses, without this, without that.

But since the diagnosis is clear, the matter will be easy to handle.

The next day, after the tooth extraction, all the symptoms of Cui Heming's mother disappeared.

On the third day, I became energetic and even began to lighten my makeup.

Cui Heming's mother was born into a big family. After light makeup, she never looked sick again. She was a lady from a wealthy family and had a dignified temperament.

After her mother's condition was cured, Cui Heming was very happy and booked a plane ticket to fly back to Haicheng.

On the way, he felt inexplicably about the little doctor in Haicheng First Hospital. He hesitated for a long time, but in the end his mother insisted on making a banner, preparing to send it to the unknown little doctor.

After a short week of hard work, Cui Heming was anxious to return to the imperial capital, so he got off the plane and went to add money to make a banner, and went to the First Hospital of the City with his mother.

When they arrived at the emergency building of the First Hospital of the City, they saw a lively scene.

Many people held banners and watched the fun outside without going in.

I was a little embarrassed now. Should I throw the banner in the doctor's office and not say hello to the little doctor and leave a good relationship?

"Brother, what happened? Why are so many people sending banners?" Cui Heming lit a cigarette, then found an idle person to inquire about the situation.

"The emergency department of the First Hospital of the City has been upgraded to an emergency center. Isn't this opening?" The man smiled and took Cui Heming's cigarette and took a pleasant breath, "Yohe, this China is real."

Of course, no matter how much it is, he is a small boss with an annual income of millions, and he will lose more than he can get fake China.

"What's wrong with so many people sending banners?"

"Hmm? You don't know?" The man turned his head and looked at Cui Heming like a monster.

Cui Heming was also stunned for a moment. Why should I know? But after being tempered by the mall for many years, he had already become much more slick. He immediately smiled and said, "Didn't this just take my mother to the imperial capital for medical treatment? I don't know what happened."

"Let me tell you, Mr. Zheng from the First Hospital of the City is so amazing!" Seeing that Cui Heming really knew nothing, the man started to talk about storytelling with interest, and explained the incident of nitrite poisoning, first aid, and especially the consequences of the braised meat shop owner afterwards.

The braised meat shop is a first-class old store in Haicheng, with more than 20 chain stores under it. Otherwise, this big mess would not have happened overnight.

Cui Heming was stunned when he heard this.

"You didn't see that the city was not enough that day. The city urgently requisitioned private ambulances, and dozens of ambulances screamed, which made people feel panicked."

"No one died?" Cui Heming still expressed his difficulty in accepting the ending.

It’s not that he hopes to die, but that such large-scale first aid is difficult to take full care of, and medical resources are at their limits, and some things are beyond their reach.

"Tsk tsk, I thought that many people would die that day." The man spat out of context and made Cui Heming want to kill someone.

"You didn't see it, and each patient was like Avatar, and was transported to the blue light. Yes, have you read the martial arts novel? It's the feeling of being infected with the strange poisons of the Western Regions."

"..." Cui Heming really couldn't connect.

"Mr. Zheng, right, it's the doctor standing next to the old director. He looks young and has a great skill. He diagnoses it on the spot, allocates special medicines from the whole city, and saves everyone."

Cui Heming followed the man's hand and saw that the tall and powerful Director Pan stood beside him that night, the doctor who told him that he could get better by just extracting his mother's teeth.

"I haven't asked yet, brother, why are you here with a banner?"

"It's also Dr. Zheng." Cui Heming felt a little ashamed of his words that night. "Doctor Zheng gave him a diagnosis and treatment method, but I don't believe it. He took my mother to the imperial capital and bought a high-priced number of 5,000 yuan from the scalper. The final diagnosis was the same as that of Dr. Zheng..."

"Hiss..." The man next to Cui Heming took a breath. He didn't expect that Mr. Zheng's diagnosis and treatment level were so high that he was the same as the old expert in the imperial capital.

After smoking, Cui Heming came to the trash can, threw the cigarette butt in the ashtray, sorted out his emotions, prepared to send a banner, and wanted to apologize for his loss of composure that day.

As a man, he must be responsible. He must admit his mistakes and stand up even if he is beaten.

But he had just done his psychological construction and prepared countless words of praise. When he was about to get on, a car rushed to the door of the emergency building of the First Hospital of the Municipal Hospital.

"Mr. Zheng, my dad has a stomachache. See what's going on?" The middle-aged man in the driver got off the car and said anxiously.

"..." It's over, and all psychological construction is in vain.

Cui Heming was stunned and saw more than 20 medical staff posing at the emergency center dispersed immediately. The flat car had been pushed out in more than ten seconds, and the old man was carried up.
Chapter completed!