"Come on, Mr. Shi, I will give you a glass." The old man named Lei took the initiative to pick up the wine glass and smiled at Mr. Shi, "As early as ten years ago, I heard of your name. It is a rare miracle doctor in the traditional Chinese medicine world. He has a wonderful hand and is noble in medical ethics, which is admirable. I have wanted to drink with you for a long time. I have suffered from too many mundane things and can never get out. This is a great regret for me."

Mr. Shi was immediately flattered when he heard this. He hurriedly raised his glass and stood up to clink the glass with the old man Tiexue. After all, he pressed the cup very low, lowering his head half a head lower than the old man Tiexue. He said, "Lao Yan is heavy. I am just a small doctor. How can I get Mr. Lei come to me to come to me? If I really want to drink, I should go to you."

The old man Tiexue laughed and said, "Old Mr. Shi, I don't like to listen to you. You are a respected miracle doctor in the traditional Chinese medicine world. You don't know how many patients you have cured with your hands and how many families I have hoped. In terms of contributions to society, I am far inferior to you. Speaking of which, I am still an executioner, and I don't know how much blood you have on my hands. Perhaps, the disease I have today is God's punishment for me."

His words were touched, his face was filled with emotion, which made people moved. Mr. Shi hurriedly said, "Old Lei, it's not like that. Your hands are covered with blood from the enemy, and you are not an executioner. If it weren't for someone like Mr. Lei to go to the battlefield to pay, there would be no stable society in China today. According to me, Mr. Lei, you have made greater contributions to society and the motherland than anyone else."

After the words came, Secretary Xie and others agreed, rushing to flatter the old man with fear.

After hearing this, the old man Tiexue smiled without saying a word, shook his head and said, "I won't talk about this anymore, it's all passing clouds. Come on, Mr. Shi, I'll give you another cup."

At this time, the young man sitting next to him held down the hand of the old man Tiexue and said dissatisfiedly, "Grandpa, the doctor has told you that you cannot drink."

"Haha, I have quit drinking for almost half a month, and I haven't seen my health recover. It seems that it has nothing to do with alcohol. Besides, the doctor with the most skilled medical skills in Guangdong Province sat in front of me. If I drink some wine, I can still get into trouble." The old man Tiexue smiled generously and pushed his grandson's hand away.

When Mr. Shi heard this, he immediately said solemnly, "Old Lei, your disease is indeed better to drink less alcohol. You can only drink two glasses at most. If you drink too much, it will be bad. Also, you are wrong. I am not the most skilled doctor in Guangdong Province, and there is someone else who is the most skilled doctor."

When the old man Tiexue heard Mr. Shi's last words, he said in surprise, "Oh, who is the doctor who is more skilled in medical skills in Guangdong Province than Mr. Shi?"

Mr. Shi smiled and said, "He is the most genius doctor Shi has ever met. He has created the peak of traditional Chinese medicine. I admire him from the bottom of my heart."

His words were recognized by several old Chinese doctors next to him and he nodded secretly. Indeed, they had seen Su Yun's ability, especially after communicating with each other, they were convinced by Su Yun's medical skills.

Seeing the reactions of several old Chinese doctors and agreeing with Mr. Shi, the old man Tiexue became even more curious. He asked, "I don't know what this miracle doctor's name is."

At this time, Secretary Xie next to him suddenly had an idea and said curiously, "Old Mr. Shi, the genius doctor you mentioned is Su Yun."

"That's right." Shi Houde nodded with a smile. When he thought that at the exchange meeting between Chinese and Western Medicine that day, Su Yun, with his own strength, had more than 100 Western medicines. He was particularly proud that having such outstanding doctors in the traditional Chinese medicine industry is the luck of traditional Chinese medicine and the blessing of the whole society.

It’s a pity that such an excellent young man, such a bad news, had such a big blow to his face. It was really regrettable.

The young man who just advised the old man Tiexue not to drink alcohol said, "Since this doctor is so skillful in medical skills, why don't you come to treat my grandfather?"

Shi Houde sighed and said, "Not long ago, he encountered a fire. In order to rescue the seven children in the fire, he trapped himself in. Now he is."

Shi Houde briefly said that Su Yun was putting out the fire, and after that, he sighed regretfully.

After hearing this, the old man Tiexue felt a pity and respected Su Yun. As a person who has been on the battlefield, what he admires most is this kind of person who is willing to contribute to society.

On the contrary, the young man said dissatisfiedly, "He had a fire, isn't he dead? As long as he doesn't die, he can cure my grandfather."

Hearing his words, Shi Houde's face changed suddenly, and he subconsciously wanted to lose his temper. But he immediately thought of the identity of this young man, which was not something he could offend. He held back his words, but just snorted with a cold face, and said, "Young Master Lei, you are not right."

The old man Iron Blood immediately glared at the young man fiercely and scolded, "Haoran, what did you say about Dr. Su is a fire-fighting hero, worthy of our respect. How can you say that to him? Apologize quickly."

That's right, this young man was Lei Haoran who answered Su Yun's call that day.

He heard the words of the old man Tiexue, and he looked a little unhappy, but he did not dare to disobey the old man Tiexue's wishes, and he apologized reluctantly.

Shi Houde felt uncomfortable when he looked at his attitude. The more young people he came into contact with, the more he admired Su Yun, and the more regretful he was that such a good person, Su Yun ended up like this. On the contrary, these young men who had no achievements lived well.

No matter what, Lei Haoran is the grandson of the Iron Blood Old Man, with a noble status. Shi Houde lived in his eighties and had long passed the age of impulsiveness. He knew that such a person could not offend him, and did not show his dissatisfaction. He drank the wine toasted by Lei Haoran and gave Lei Haoran a way out.

Next, we continued to talk about some other things. After three rounds of drinking, Secretary Xie began to talk about the serious business and said to Shi Houde and the old Chinese doctors, "Old Shi, Mr. Liu, we actually came to you this time to cure Mr. Lei's illness."

Shi Houde and others had already understood it, and were not surprised. They nodded and said, "As long as it is within our ability, we will definitely do our best to cure Mr. Lei's illness."

Several other old Chinese doctors also expressed their opinions one by one, with serious expressions.

Next, Shi Houde sat next to the old man Tiexue and took his pulse.

The huge private room suddenly became quiet, and everyone stared at Mr. Shi nervously.

However, as time went by, Mr. Shi's expression became more and more serious. Finally, he raised his head and moved his mouth. It took him a long time to say, "Old Lei, your disease is more serious than I imagined."
Chapter completed!