Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

When Fu Cheng was asked this way, he choked in his heart, and his heart was the master who asked me to come to you.

Fu Cheng naturally wouldn't say this, he coughed, and said with a little guilt: "He is also helpless."

"Since even your master can't do anything, it's really impossible. Don't put pressure on yourself. No matter whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or western medicine, no one can be sure that you will be foolproof after taking it." Old Wang comforted.

As a doctor, Wang Lao has been familiar with this situation a long time ago.

Fu Cheng didn't want the comfort of Mr. Wang. As usual, if he heard him say such things, he would not have to ask any more questions, but Mr. Song's situation was different.

Fu Cheng took two steps forward, handed out the medical record book in his hand, and said cheeky: "This patient is the father of a friend, otherwise Mr. Wang would you help to check the examination data?"

Seeing this, Mr. Wang nodded, "Okay, let me see."

He took the medical record book.

Fu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

It only took Wang Lao two or three minutes to read the medical records, and then raised his head to look at Fu Cheng, "What medicine did you take the patient before?"

"It's a prescription to enhance immunity." Fu Cheng paused, and said the names of a few medicinal materials.

Lao Wang stroked his beard, and then said: "The medicine refined by your prescription has a strong effect. When it is used on the elderly in their seventies, it will be sooner or later that problems arise."

Fu Cheng didn't expect that Mr. Wang would just hit the crux of the problem as soon as he heard him say it. After a pause, he quickly said: "Then there is a way to save it?"

Old Wang shook his head, "I looked at the data, I am afraid it is a bit difficult, even the symptomatic S-grade drugs are not very effective. The patient himself has undergone bone marrow transplantation, and the drug allergy occurred during the bone marrow reconstruction period, and the damage was great."

Fu Cheng's expression was a little gloomy.

Lao Wang glanced at Fu Cheng and shook his head slightly. This Fu Cheng was capable, but he was too eager for quick success and quick profit, and he did not know how to use medicine.

"I can do nothing about your patient's illness. It is not early, and I have to catch a plane." Wang Lao looked at the time again.

Seeing this, Fu Cheng smiled bitterly: "Is there really no way to save it? The main person is the old man of the Song family. I am afraid that it will have a bad influence on the association."

When Lao Wang heard this, the expression on his face was no longer as approachable as it was before, but a bit more stern, "You know that this will happen, you still take medicine to the patient. This can only show that it is Your own question."

Listening to Wang Lao's slightly cold voice, Fu Cheng shrank subconsciously. He raised his head and looked at Wang Lao. There was a sharpness in the other's eyes that knew everything, and that sharpness was even more straightforward than his master.

Fu Cheng hung his head hurriedly, not daring to look at him again.

He forgot one thing. After all, Mr. Wang is the president of the association. Can someone who can sit in this position be that simple?

All appearances of kindness exist on the premise that people have not made a mistake.

If you want to use the reputation of the association to judge the president, this is undoubtedly digging a hole for yourself.

"Sorry President, this time it was my mistake." Fu Cheng admitted in a low voice, his attitude seemed very sincere.

Old Wang shook his head disappointed again, "Let’s have a snack."

Fu Cheng's head hangs lower.

Lao Wang didn't want to care about Fu Cheng's troubles, but he didn't want to affect the reputation of the association because of his troubles, so he turned over the medical records in his hands.