"Okay, let's go take a look. I told the waiter not to withdraw the food and wine." Bai Jie stood up with a smile, took Sun Dong's hand and walked out.

Although Sun Dong felt a little inappropriate, it didn't matter if he thought about it. He already called me sister, so what was he afraid of when he held hands?

After walking downstairs, the two of them crossed the road hand in hand and arrived at Changsheng Medical Center opposite.

Judging from the decoration of the medical center's facade, it looks antique. There is a large plaque on it that says "Prosperous Traditional Chinese Medicine Center."

There were several service staff standing at the door. Behind the service staff stood an old man and a young man. The old man was about seventy or eighty years old. He had a gray beard and was slightly thin. He gave people the impression of a fairy. Standing next to him was a

A girl, not too old, delicate, elegant, cute and beautiful.

There was a group of people standing at the bottom of the steps. The leader was a man in his forties, with a big back, a big belly, and a domineering face.

"Zhang, you have to give me an explanation. You said that my son was seriously ill, but we went to the First People's Hospital and only got injections for one day and he was fine. You are cursing me and lying to me.

You have to compensate me." The man yelled.

"This is your fault. I, Zhang Daoran, have never misdiagnosed me since I have been a doctor. I said your son is seriously ill if he is seriously ill. No matter where the doctor is, it is impossible to cure him in one day. Don't make trouble here.

If you want to cause trouble, I will call the police." The director of Changsheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Center is named Zhang Daoran, whom Sun Dong has heard about for a long time. He is a famous doctor of the generation, and his ancestor was the imperial physician of the Qing Dynasty.

Didn't expect to see him here.

"You are obviously a quack. My son is well now, why don't you take a look." The man pulled a seven or eight-year-old boy from the side.

The boy stood there, and when he took a quick look, he couldn't see anything on his face.

"Believe it or not, I'm sorry. Anyway, you didn't receive treatment from me, so I don't need to compensate you for anything." Zhang Daoran said in a reasonable and restrained manner.

"You tried to lie to me but you didn't succeed, but you cursed my son, so you have to give me an explanation no matter what. Brothers, come on, take off the sign and smash it for me."
Chapter completed!