When I walked in, I saw many old Chinese doctors and many Western doctors, which one had an expert's work sign on his chest.

But the doctors in the corridor are all famous doctors selected from various provinces and cities.

Experts consulted, but they were helpless, and the doctors were anxious.

When they saw two soldiers walking in with Ning Caichen, they all showed a look of surprise. Who is this young man?

How could there be soldiers who can open the way themselves?

When we arrived at the ward, a group of experts and old Chinese doctors were inside, and cold sweats were blowing on their foreheads.

Ning Caichen met an acquaintance who turned out to be Longya.

Longya smiled in surprise when she saw Ning Caichen.

"Caichen, you're the best. Save my grandfather quickly." Long Ya said hurriedly.

"Is it your grandfather?" Ning Caichen showed a surprised look.

Li Xiaosu and Ning Caichen talked about Longya and knew that Longya was the third generation of red, and Mr. Long had a prominent identity and a national treasure-level figure.

"Yes, you must save my grandfather. The medicine stone is ineffective, and you vomit whatever you eat. And you are confused." Long Ya was very anxious, remembering to stretch out his hand and pull Ning Caichen towards the hospital bed.

"Slow down!" An old Chinese doctor blocked his way.

"Doctor Gu, please get out of the way!" Long Ya said seriously.

"General Long, General Long is already dying. If you use the wrong medicine and improper treatment, you will be in danger of your life. I must ask who this young man is?" Dr. Gu said seriously.

Ning Caichen frowned, but Dr. Gu looked righteous and said it makes sense. He was not deliberately looking for trouble, but the intention of looking down on young people was still revealed, thinking that Ning Caichen was not capable.

"General Long, you have to think twice before you act. The old general's life cannot be joked about." The dean of the sanatorium said hurriedly.

"Young man, have you come back from studying abroad?" An old Chinese doctor in his seventies spoke to Ning Caichen in a questioning tone.

"Doctor Zhong, you are not qualified to question the person I invited." Long Ya said unhappily.

"Little Dragon! I grew up watching you. The old general's body has always been taken care of by me. I know best. You can't let others do whatever they want. Besides, even if you return from studying in the United States, you are so young and have no clinical experience. The old general's body is precious and ordinary doctors are not qualified to diagnose." Dr. Zhong looked arrogant and did not take Ning Caichen seriously at all.

"I am not from studying abroad. I am a Chinese medicine doctor. My medical skills are inherited from my ancestors. If you don't let me treat me, the old general will vomit blood in a minute. If the treatment is delayed, it will be even more difficult to treat." Ning Caichen said seriously.

"Ancestral medicine? Are you a Chinese medicine doctor?" Dr. Zhong pointed at Ning Caichen in anger and said angrily.

"I am a Chinese medicine doctor." Ning Caichen said calmly.

"Nonsense! Traditional Chinese medicine relies on accumulated experience. How old are you? You have been learning traditional Chinese medicine since you came out of the womb. You now have at most twenty years of clinical experience. So no experience is worthy of coming here at all, let alone treating the veteran general. Can you bear the responsibility if you make a mistake in the treatment?" Dr. Zhong said sternly.

"I'm not dry, but I dare to talk about treating the old general here. If you make a mistake, you can't atone for your sins even if you die ten thousand times." The old dean said sternly.
Chapter completed!