"Damn it!"

"Damn it!!"

In the Chen family courtyard, Chen Xiaotian roared like crazy and smashed everything he could in the house.

"Drinking gangster, our Chen family has emptied its property to worship you over the years. You, a villain who has gone back on your word, dares to cut off contact with our Chen family. I wish I could kill you!"

Chen Xiaotian held the table with both hands, looking crazy, and none of the Chen family members dared to get close to him.

But they can naturally understand the feelings of the head of the family.

He supports a master on the Hualong List, and one of the Thirteen Taishang Insurance Group, and the annual amount is in units of billions.

The purpose is to make the other party stand up for the Chen family at a critical moment.

But now, the drunkard actually disregards the Chen family.

It's like depositing the money in a bank, but when I get it at the age of time, I find that the money has disappeared.

All efforts were in vain! However, they could not come to the door to get the money back.

After all, he is a drunkard. Even if he can't get along well, he must not get along evil. The masters on the Hualong List must not offend him.

"Husband, why don't we invite other martial arts masters to come? Our son's revenge must be avenged!"

A beautiful woman next to her was crying with hatred in her eyes. Chen Jiajun was her only hope. Now that her son is dead, he wishes to cut the boy named Jiang into pieces! But now that the drunkard broke up with the Chen family, he naturally couldn't count on him, so she begged her husband to invite another master.

Chen Xiaotian finally calmed down.

That’s right! The revenge of killing a son is irreconcilable. Now the most urgent thing is to avenge your two sons! "Madam, don’t worry, dare to harm my Chen family, I will let that boy die without a place to bury him!"

Chen Xiaotian immediately started to mobilize his connections.

As a family member of the aristocratic clan, the Chen family naturally had connections that were not comparable to those of the rich, so they quickly contacted a master from the Tianshan Mountains.

And he spent a lot of money to buy Jiang Beichen's life! Soon, two days passed.

Jiang Beichen went to the Zhao family several times and observed Zhao Guoxiong's recovery at all times. He prescribed several more prescriptions in the middle. Zhao Guoxiong's tumor had shrunk to the best range and was ready for surgery.

Zhao Guoxiong was in the hospital at Gyeonggi Medical University, so because he had to undergo surgery, he was naturally hospitalized here.

Zhao Guoxiong is a big shot who has been to Forbes. Dean Liu Chenglin came to receive him personally. He did not expect that Jiang Beichen and Zhao Guoxiong also met him, and he was slightly surprised.

However, I heard that Jiang Beichen would also participate in Zhao Guoxiong's operation, and I was overjoyed.

"Mr. Jiang, if you are here, I will feel much more at ease with this surgery!"

Liu Chenglin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately, I gave Zhao Guoxiong's film to Jiang Beichen to watch.

"Look at it, Mr. Zhao is a primary tumor, which occurs in hepatocyte cords, bile duct epithelium, blood vessels, and metastasizes to mesodermal tissue after cancer. This surgery is like scraping bone to treat toxicity. Although the tumor has shrunk a lot now, it is still very difficult!"

Liu Chenglin had a headache expression on his face.

Jiang Beichen took the film and looked at it, and couldn't help frowning. Indeed, the film showed that although the tumor range was small, the span was very large, densely packed like a bunch of grapes.

But this is also reasonable. After all, cancer cells are expanding unreasonably, and it is not easy to narrow it to the controllable range now.

"Okay, I personally have surgery for this surgery, but I need to find one or two people who know Chinese medicine to come and cooperate with me!"

Jiang Beichen said that this operation is very troublesome and requires the care of traditional Chinese medicine and bleeding. At this time, he thought of Qin Xue, but Qin Xue was not around, so he could only borrow someone from Liu Chenglin.

"Don't worry about this, I will definitely transfer the best doctors from the Chinese medicine hospital to you!"

Liu Chenglin promised repeatedly.

The two studied it again and set the time for the operation.

"Mr. Jiang, how are you discussing with Dean Liu?"

When Jiang Beichen returned to the ward, Zhao Qiangwei couldn't wait to ask, her beautiful eyes full of worry.

In order to wait for this operation, my grandfather has been recuperating for half a month, and finally reached the most critical moment, so he naturally felt nervous.

"No big problem, don't worry, Dean Liu and I have agreed to have an afternoon surgery, and he will transfer someone from the Chinese Medicine Hospital to cooperate with me!"

Jiang Beichen comforted with a smile.

"That's good, that's good!"

Zhao Qiangwei immediately breathed a sigh of relief, with a thankful expression.

However, Zhao Guoxiong couldn't help but feel a little nervous. After all, he was going to be stabbed in the afternoon. Although he believed in Mr. Jiang's medical skills, he was still worried.

Then Zhao Qiangwei went out to make hot water. Zhao Guoxiong hesitated for a while and spoke to Jiang Beichen.

"Mr. Jiang, if, I mean, if, once I have an accident on the operating table, I hope you can help me take care of my granddaughter Rose, I have made a will. Once I die, you will get twenty percent of my property. If you can marry my granddaughter, then you can get fifty percent!"

The old man said to Jiang Beichen with a serious expression.

Jiang Beichen immediately had a speechless expression.

"Old sir, you're thinking too much!"

"I'm already married, how could I marry your granddaughter!"

Jiang Beichen shook his head, feeling a little funny, but he also knew that the old man was thinking about his granddaughter's future.

Even after my death, I have thought about what happened.

This love was heavy, and it made Jiang Beichen, an outsider, feel a little moved.

"Mr. Jiang, I am just such a granddaughter. His parents died early. If I left too, she would have no relatives in this world!"

Zhao Guoxiong said with red eyes, his old body trembling slightly.

Jiang Beichen felt a little moved, and patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Old sir, I am here, don't worry, I guarantee you will walk off the operating table safely!"

"Okay! I believe in you!"

Zhao Guoxiong nodded and slowly lay down.

At this moment, outside the door, Zhao Qiangwei was holding a kettle and slowly leaning against the wall, and two lines of clear tears slowly fell.

Grandpa, you must survive! I am not married yet! You have to keep watching me, get married and have children, we must all be fine! And it’s past one o’clock in the afternoon.

The people from the Chinese Medicine Hospital have finally arrived.

Liu Chenglin personally invited Wang Ru, the director of the Chinese Medicine Hospital.

A group of people gathered in the joint clinic.

Wang Ru looked in her seventies, much older than Liu Chenglin. Her hair was as white as her name, and she was a very elegant old man.

Next to Wang Ru was a tall beauty wearing black-framed glasses. She was 1.7 meters tall and her hair was tied high, which was a little taller than some male doctors around her. Although she was wearing a white coat, she could not hide her foreign aura.

"Old Liu, let me introduce you to you. This is Dr. Jiang who you have been thinking about day and night!"

Liu Chenglin directly introduced Wang Ru.

Wang Ru looked at Jiang Beichen with a clear look, took two steps, and held Jiang Beichen's big hand tightly with both hands.

"So you are the legendary Dr. Jiang. Now I'm alive!"

Wang Ru spoke excitedly.

In the video that day, this person performed an operation on Qin Xue. The acupuncture method he used at that time was really amazing, which shocked him for a moment, and he still touched him when he remembered it.

That is the eight needles on the sealed gate! It has long been lost, not inferior to the ancient needle method of the Thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate! In Wang Ru's eyes, this young man was like a walking living fossil, a giant panda.

It's extremely rare! Jiang Beichen looked embarrassed, wondering why the old man's reaction was so strong.

Could it be that you have any special hobbies?

It was not until Liu Chenglin explained next to him that he realized that it was the live broadcast of the operation that was caused by the first live broadcast.

Suddenly he was amused and crying.

The other Chinese medicine practitioners who followed Wang Ru also praised Jiang Beichen.

These people have also studied Jiang Beichen repeatedly and were convinced by Dr. Jiang.

There is only someone, which is an exception.

It was the tall beauty wearing black-framed glasses.

At this moment, she kept looking at Jiang Beichen with picky eyes, unable to help but curl her lips, with a somewhat dissatisfied expression on her face.

After all, she is a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, with countless honors and pride since childhood.

Moreover, she has been developing overseas before and is very famous in the Chinese traditional Chinese medicine circle in the United States.

Seeing that everyone else complimented Jiang Beichen so much, he was naturally a little jealous and dissatisfied.

"Oh, isn't this Xiaolian?"

“When did you return home?

That boy in my house often talks about you in front of me!"

Liu Chenglin was stunned when he saw the woman.

This girl is Wang Ru's only daughter, Wang Lian.

Before studying abroad, she was a famous talented woman from the Chinese medicine hospital and was known as the "absolutely twins" together with Qin Xue.

He is also his daughter-in-law who is optimistic about Liu Chenglin.

But this "daughter-in-law" is too professional. After studying for a master's degree and a doctorate, he went to the United States to develop after studying for a doctorate. Now he has disappeared for several years.

"Uncle Liu, I just came back. I heard you tell my dad that if you have surgery on Western medicine, we need our Chinese medicine to cooperate, so I will come and have a look!"

Wang Lian said with a frown.

After all, in her opinion, surgery is a matter of Western medicine and has nothing to do with traditional Chinese medicine. I really don’t understand why Liu Chenglin had to transfer people from the Chinese medicine hospital.
Chapter completed!