The car started and the man drove very smoothly.

Chen Xingran, who was sitting in the back row, asked, "My name is Chen Xingran, can you tell me your name?"

The dark man said, "Wei Qing."

The man's name actually has the same name and surname as a general of the Han Dynasty.

Chen Xingran asked again: "I just heard you say that you want money to treat your mother. What disease did your mother have?"

"Heart disease, the doctor said it would cost 50,000 yuan for bypass surgery."

"Are you hospitalized now?"

"Well, at the People's Hospital."

Chen Xingran said to Wei Qing: "Driving to the People's Hospital."

Wei Qing was a little confused. He was puzzled why Chen Xingran wanted to go to the People's Hospital.

Chen Xingran didn't want the man to think that Chen Xingran went to the hospital specifically for him, so Chen Xingran said, "I met a friend in the hospital."

A man like Wei Qing who has the passionate blood of the Great Xia heroic soul may have defeated him, and the organization may have defeated him, but since Chen Xingran encountered him today, Chen Xingran would never sit idly by and care about Wei Qing's mother's condition.

After arriving at the People's Hospital, Chen Xingran and Wei Qing got off the car together.

Wei Qing had no power or power. In the People's Hospital where medical resources were extremely tight, Wei Qing could not get her mother to the ward.

In the noisy corridor, a rural woman was lying on a hospital bed with no one taking care of her, which looked very pitiful.

Wei Qing quickly walked to his mother's bed, bent down, and put his palm on his mother's cold back. His eyes were filled with self-blame and guilt:

"Mom, I'm going to get back the money. I'll go to the doctor to prepare the surgery for you now."

Wei Qing had already replaced all the bloody clothes on the way here, but Wei Qing's mother saw the scars on her son's body at a glance.

"It's mom that dragged you down..."

"Mom, I don't blame you." Wei Qing, a man with iron blood, had tears in his eyes at this moment.

Chen Xingran has been following Wei Qing. Wei Qing's mother should have enjoyed the best social welfare, but now this is the result. Chen Xingran has secretly decided that he would help Wei Qing.

After Chen Xingran called Sun Wangyang, he walked to Wei Qing's mother's bed.

"I know some Chinese medicine. Can I take my aunt's pulse?"

Wei Qing knew that Chen Xingran was following him. When he heard Chen Xingran say that he understood Chinese medicine, Wei Qing was a little doubtful, but he still nodded.

Chen Xingran put his hand on Wei Qing's pulse. In fact, Chen Xingran had already used his heavenly eyes to observe Wei Qing's current condition. He took his pulse now just to confirm his judgment.

Half a minute later, Chen Xingran let go of his hand.

He said to Wei Qing: "I don't need surgery to treat my aunt's illness. I will give her an injection once and take some medicine. It should be cured."

In everyone's perception, traditional Chinese medicine can cure chronic diseases, but acute diseases are not as good as Western medicine, especially heart disease, which cannot be cured by traditional Chinese medicine in one or two days.

"Can you really cure it?"

"He can cure!"

At this time, several people came from behind Chen Xingran, and Sun Wangyang, the director of the People's Hospital, came over with a few people.
Chapter completed!