Terminal illness?

As soon as Su Han said the words, the entire venue suddenly became quieter, and even the sound of breathing stopped.

Then Zhao Ming seemed to have heard some joke and said disdainfully: "Slave illness? You said I have a terminal illness? What a joke!"

This seemed to be cursing him, which made Zhao Ming very unhappy. He glanced at Su Han, narrowed his eyes slightly, turned to look at Mr. Xu, and deliberately said: "Old Xu, this is the expert of your Qiao Hospital. You just casually say that I have a terminal illness. Humph, I really come when I open my mouth!"

Without any examination or any confirmation, I dared to say that I had a terminal illness after opening my mouth. Does this kid really think he is a miracle doctor?

Even other experts around couldn't help laughing.

Not to mention the various medical device examinations in the field of Western medicine, but also the traditional Chinese medicine field, we also pay attention to looking, listening, asking and touching. Could it be that Su Han can tell that he has a terminal illness by just looking at Zhao Ming's eyes?

I’m afraid that someone who is so capable is not born yet!

There were also some people who knew Mr. Xu’s character and knew that he would not be nepotist, so he brought such a young boy to the meeting at will. At this moment, Zhao Ming was right. Su Han was just an ignorant child who knew nothing.

Mr. Xu's face looked extremely ugly, but he knew that Su Han said that Zhao Ming was sick, so he would definitely be sick. Since he was seeking death himself, who else could he blame?

Su Han also shook his head, looking regretful: "What a pity, it's a young age and being able to be named an expert and scholar is considered to be of some level, but he will die young. It's a pity."

Seeing that Zhao Ming didn't believe it, Su Han didn't want to say too much. If you talk too much about this, people would think you curse him.

Su Han sat down and didn't want to pay attention to Zhao Ming anymore. He was here to attend the meeting and to exchange the latest medical skills in the field of medicine with these experts and scholars. There is no need to waste so much time on a person who considers himself noble.

But how could Zhao Ming tolerate it?

He was insulted by a boy who had not grown even more hairy, and even said that he had a terminal illness, how could he swallow this?

"Old Xu, it's not that I offended you, but if there is no one in your Qiao Hospital, you can't attend this meeting!" Zhao Ming shouted loudly, "How many people want to come, why waste a place on the boy who doesn't know anything!"

The people around him also nodded secretly, thinking that Zhao Ming’s statement was very reasonable. A young college student who might even have just graduated occupied a quota. Wouldn’t that be very unfair?

Of course, Su Han was invited by Mr. Xu, and no one else dared to say anything. He just had a dissatisfied expression on his face.

Mr. Xu looked ugly and even more angry.

He didn't say anything, Su Han stood up again. This time, there was a hint of anger on Su Han's face!

He knew that Mr. Xu truly respects medicine and advocates medicine, and will never be nepotist. If he can do it himself, it depends entirely on his own strength!

Going into relationships? Are you so like someone who can only rely on relationships to be qualified to come to this conference?

Others can insult themselves, but not those like Mr. Xu who truly contribute to the development of medicine!

Su Han stared at Zhao Ming, his face was cold, and he snorted coldly: "Doctor Zhao, have you often felt a little sore in your armpits recently, and you can't find the real pain point when you caress them. Even if you have an internal and surgical examination, you have not found any problems at all?"

Zhao Ming was stunned and looked at Su Han in surprise, and was shocked: "How could he know?!"

"Do you feel tired recently? Even if you slept for twelve hours in one night, and wake up the next morning, you still feel weak all over?"

Zhao Ming's face was even more shocked. He grabbed his hand and a trace of cold sweat came out!

"Have you had a particularly good appetite recently, and your appetite was at least twice as much as in the past? Do you feel hungry no matter how much you eat, and you won't be full no matter how much you eat?" Su Han said loudly, "Are you, even your recent sexual intercourse, is not satisfactory, and it is very difficult to even want to walk on the road?"

"Ba—!"

The teacup Zhao Minggang picked up instantly fell to the ground!

His face was pale and he stared at Su Han in a daze, his eyes full of incredibleness, and more... fear!

Because Su Han said that he had a deep feeling in every sentence, but he had checked it. Whether it was a routine blood test, a surgical examination, or even a medical doctor to take the pulse, there was no problem. This was just because I was under great pressure in work recently and I was tired, right?

"You, what are you talking nonsense!" Zhao was obviously panicked, his face turned red. Su Han could even tell that something had happened to her sexual intercourse?

Su Han snorted and shook his head: "I'm talking nonsense? Then, if you touch your heart three inches down, is there a lump? If you pinch it hard, will it hurt?"

Zhao Ming's head was already full of cold sweats, his heartbeat was getting faster and he became nervous.

Everyone around him also looked at him, and when he saw his reaction, they were all shocked. Could it be that Su Han guessed it correctly? Zhao Ming was really suffering from a terminal illness!

How is this possible?

Su Han just looked at Zhao Ming, how could he have such a magical medical technique?

Even the experts from other places looked curious and looked at Su Han and Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming's Adam's apple moved, and his heart became more and more panicked. He subconsciously reached out and touched the position Su Han said. His eyes suddenly became dark and a sharp pain hit his heart!

"Ah--!" He screamed, his body trembling in pain. He almost couldn't stand firm and fell down.

At this moment, he realized that Su Han’s words were true!

I...really got a terminal illness!

Zhao Ming panicked, he was scared, and he was very scared. He actually... had a terminal illness? How could this be possible!

But these feelings have been very obvious recently. But no matter how I checked, I had no problem. How could I get a terminal illness?

He looked at Su Han, with a hint of fear in his eyes, moved his lips and murmured: "I, am I really suffering from a terminal illness?"

"Terminal illness, advanced stage." Su Han spoke lightly.

With a bang, Zhao Ming collapsed directly on the ground, his eyes straightened.

At this moment, he was able to confirm that Su Han did not lie to him. He really had a terminal illness. When he heard the word "latest stage", his internal organs were even more broken, and his face was full of despair.

The people around him were also shocked. How could Su Han actually tell Zhao Ming’s terminal illness just by relying on his "look"?

They also felt sorry for Zhao Ming. Seeing Zhao Ming's appearance, they knew that Su Han was right, he was a real master!

No wonder Mr. Xu was so polite and invited him to the meeting. They even underestimated Su Han and said that he was due to his connections. They were all grateful. Fortunately, they didn't speak just now, otherwise they would have offended such a real master.

The atmosphere in the conference room became serious instantly. Zhao Ming was diagnosed with terminal illness by Su Han, which also made others feel regretful. Zhao Ming himself was even more desperate, terminal illness...

His life is going to be gone.

"Although it is in the late stage, I can cure it." After a pause, Su Han continued to speak.

Zhao Ming suddenly raised his head, and a light flashed in his eyes, as if in the desert, the person who was about to die of thirst saw the oasis again.
Chapter completed!