I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

"Aunt Hong."

When Du Aili saw the elegantly dressed woman, she took the initiative to go up and greet her with a smile.

The beautiful woman turned her head and saw Du Aili, a gentle smile appearing on her lips: "Little Li is here."

"Aunt Hong, how is Ruonan?"

When her daughter was mentioned, worry and helplessness flashed in An Hong's eyes: "She's still the same."

"You haven't been here in a long time either. Let me take you upstairs to see her."

Du Aili has known Zhang Ruonan since she was a child. Back then, Zhang Ruonan would follow her around every day and call her "sister." She liked this little sister the most.

"lady."

Hua Yicheng took the opportunity to go up and greet her. He had been to the Zhang family more than once, so An Hong naturally recognized him.

"Dr. Hua is here too, let's go up together."

"Madam, this young man is named Xu Yuan. He claims to be a skilled doctor and also knows some other strange tricks."

He said he could cure Miss Ruonan, so I brought him to see him.

An Hong then noticed Xu Yuan standing beside her. The beautiful woman's gaze swept over him but didn't linger for long.

Too young, looks unreliable.

She might still have a sliver of hope for others, but she could tell at a glance that the young man in front of her was absolutely no good.

"Upstairs, experts from Taiwan and the United States are examining Ruonan."

The rest of you can wait downstairs.

An Hong pointed to the other people sitting in the hall: "If you can't wait, go back first."

Despite the euphemisms, Xu Yuan could still tell that this was a disguised way of asking people to leave.

Various domestic and international experts are helpless. What are you doing here, you kid who hasn't even grown a beard yet?

Hua Yicheng looked at Xu Yuan with a mocking smile and an amused expression.

See? What's the use of talking big when you can't even see the patients?

"If you ask me, you should go back first."

Hua Yicheng kindly reminded Xu Yuan: "I told you before that you didn't need to come, but you still boasted that you could definitely cure Miss Ruonan."

You say you're better than me? I won't argue with you.

Are you more knowledgeable than foreign experts?

"I think you shouldn't waste everyone's time. I'll call a car for you to go back."

Xu Yuan really intended to go back, but since they weren't even sincerely inviting him to see it, why should he shamelessly go and help them?

But Hua Yicheng kept praising how amazing foreign experts were, which made Xu Yuan particularly unhappy.

He might not care about other people, but when it comes to foreigners, he really wants to compete with them.

Are the moons rounder in foreign countries?

not necessarily.

Xu Yuan looked at Du Aili, hoping she would say a word for him.

Their eyes met, and Du Aili never expected that this guy would be so competitive.

"Aunt Hong, he's my friend. Why don't you let him come up with me and take a look?"

Du Aili held An Hong's hand: "Whether it works or not, we should at least take a look."

An Hong nodded without turning her head: "Since you're my friend, let's go up together."

Other doctors are accompanied by assistants carrying medicine kits or similar items.

With her hands empty, she straightened her back and walked up to the second floor with her head held high.

Inside Zhang Ruonan's boudoir, the short-legged expert from Chrysanthemum Country was solemnly examining the woman on the hospital bed using various instruments.

The assistant carried a medicine box containing silver needles and various herbal preparations.

"That's really strange."

After a series of examinations, he still couldn't find the cause of the illness, and kept shaking his head and sighing.

"This shouldn't be the case."

"How are you, Mori-kun? Can you detect any symptoms?"

Standing on the bed, the blond, blue-eyed Trepp looked down contemptuously at Mori, who was half a head shorter than him.

"To be honest, your method won't work. You think you can cure an illness with a medicine made from a few silver needles and weeds? Are you kidding me?"

"She has a problem with one of her organs and needs surgery."

Tellerp took out his prepared plan and handed it to the middle-aged man sitting on the stool: "Mr. Zhang, this is the treatment plan I have prepared for Miss. It can absolutely guarantee that she will be lively and energetic after the operation."

Zhang Jiushan is Zhang Ruonan's father, and he was already very familiar with all kinds of medical terminology.

The two experts invited today are his last hope.

Flipping through the treatment plan in his hand, Zhang Jiushan frowned slightly: "Organ transplant?"

Teller concluded that Zhang Ruonan's organs were failing and had lost their proper functions, which was why she could not wake up.

To bring her back to life, her body needs to be revitalized, just like a car that's just a shell can be restarted by replacing the engine and other parts.

Although it was somewhat risky, Zhang Jiushan was genuinely tempted by the quality plan.

As she was pondering, footsteps came from the doorway, and An Hong entered with Xu Yuan and the others behind her.

"Mr. Zhang, may I take a look at his treatment plan?" Mori asked with an accent.

Curious about what treatment plan Trump would use, Zhang Jiushan handed over the treatment plan he was holding.

"Jiushan, how is it?" An Hong asked worriedly as she stepped forward.

She knew that the expert they had invited was her last hope for curing her daughter, and she felt both nervous and scared.

Xu Yuan's gaze fell on the girl lying on the bed. Perhaps for the sake of convenience, she had short, neat hair.

Having been ill for so long, her face was pale and her tightly closed eyes resembled those of a sleeping beauty, waiting for her prince charming to kiss her before she would wake up.

"Their aura is pure, which suits my needs."

He muttered to himself that this was yet another woman with pure and innocent aura that he had encountered.

"So, is there any way?"

Xu Nuo asked worriedly, "If it doesn't work out, we can still leave now."

"That's right."

Hua Yicheng smugly leaned close to Xu Yuan's ear and said, "It's not too late to leave now, otherwise you'll upset the Zhang family and won't be able to leave even if you want to."

"At that time, no one will be able to save you."

"Who are they?"

Zhang Jiushan noticed Xu Yuan and his sister entering the room and casually asked them a question.

"They were sent by Xiaoli. They wanted to see Ruonan, so I brought them up here," An Hong explained, turning to look at Hua Yicheng.

"Alright, now that you've seen the people, Dr. Hua, you can take them away first."

Don't delay the treatment of the two foreign experts.

"etc……"

Xu Yuan stepped forward and said, "Since we're already here, why don't you let me take your pulse?"

Upon hearing this, Moriji and Trepp, who were looking down at the treatment plan, slowly raised their heads.

"There's no need to take her pulse."

Zhang Jiushan replied impatiently, "Mr. Senji has already taken my pulse."

"You're so young, you should go back and study for a few more years."

"Moriji?"

Xu Yuan looked at the short doctor, whose little mustache below his nose was particularly noticeable.

"Do foreigners really think they're superior just because they stole our medical skills?"

"What do you mean?"

Moriji looked at Xu Yuan: "What do you mean by stealing?"

"This is a medical technique that has been passed down in our country for thousands of years. My ancestors came here and spread this medical technique."

"A legacy spanning a thousand years?"

Xu Yuan sneered: "Your tiny territory was probably nowhere even a few thousand years ago!"

"What you call dissemination is nothing more than stealing our good prescriptions and ancient books, going back and changing their names to claim them as your own."

Just like your writing system, you learn half of it and then show it off—it's utterly ridiculous.

Xu Yuan noticed the silver needles in his medicine box and chuckled, "You know how to use silver needles?"

"Are you insulting me? That's unfriendly."

"Would you be friendly to a beast that bites at the drop of a hat?"