Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Fu Cheng released the handle of the medicine roller. He lost his state for only a second, and his voice returned to Song Zhi on the phone as usual, "Come to the hospital later."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Cheng's eyes were deep.

The first time he gave the medicine to the Song family father, he was a little worried about bad reactions, but fortunately after taking it for a while, the problem he was worried about did not happen.

So when Song Zhi asked him to take the medicine a few days ago, he directly gave him a copy.

Who ever thought... Fu Cheng stood quietly for a few minutes, then put the medicinal materials on the table into the box, and quickly left the refining pharmacy.

Half an hour later, he came to the hospital.

At this time, the visiting time had passed, so Fu Cheng did not see Mr. Song, but looked through the glass window outside the ward.

Song Zhi stood beside him and quietly glanced at him to see if he was angry because of it.

Fu Cheng didn't pay much attention to Song Zhi's gaze. After a pause, he turned around and said to Song Zhi, "Old Song's situation is special. Give me all the checklists. I will go back and ask my master."

Seeing that Fu Cheng didn’t have any suspicions, Song Zhi was relieved a little, took out the old man’s medical record from his bag, and handed it to him directly: “Thank you very much, Mr. Fu, my dad has all the data for checking chemotherapy. In the medical record book, if you need any other inspection data, just let me know."

Fu Cheng raised his hand to stop Song Zhi’s polite thanks. The expression on his face was flat as usual. He knew: “The old man’s body is in the recovery period, and it will produce drug reactions and shock. I didn’t expect this, but I will try to think about it. Is there any other way to help him survive this disaster?"

This is the one that Song Zhi has said the most since he got to know Fu Cheng. Song Zhi nodded hurriedly when he heard the words, "I understand, thank you for your dedicated help."

Fu Cheng hummed faintly, "So, I will leave first, Mr. Song doesn't have to send it."

Seeing this, Song Zhi couldn't say anything.

Although the sadness on his face had not disappeared yet, Fu Cheng's attitude just now comforted him strangely.

As long as Mr. Fu is there, there will be no problems with the old man's body.

Song Zhi always believed in this.

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After Fu Cheng returned, he went directly to his master.

He showed him the medical record of Mr. Song, and briefly explained the current situation.

The vice president just turned through the medical records at will. After listening to Fu Cheng's words, the movements in his hands stopped, and he raised his head to look at Fu Cheng, and said lightly: "The medicinal effect is too strong, there is no way."

"Master, can't you help it?" Fu Cheng's voice was a bit solemn.

His master's medical skills are second only to Wang Lao in the Pharmaceutical Association. If he says there is no way, then hope is very slim.

But he promised Song Zhi to heal him... Fu Cheng had a headache, thought about it, and then said: "Otherwise, Master, would you go to the hospital to help the apprentice?"

The vice chairman twisted his eyebrows, but said: "Fu Cheng, I am sorry to remind you that this year's assessment is coming soon. Don't waste time on things that you shouldn't care about."

This means rejection.

Fu Cheng heard his master's attitude in an instant. He opened his mouth, but when he saw that the master was already too impatient, he said, "I know, I'll be ready."

The vice president gave a faint hum, but after a long silence, he drew something between his eyebrows and suddenly said: "It's very difficult for you to see, otherwise you can ask Chairman Wang?"