Mr. Lu, don't abuse me, Madam really won't give you andrology treatment

"I will try my best. You are young and it will be relatively easy to recover. You can look forward to it."

If she is an adult, it will indeed be difficult to repair. For example, Qiao Yin, No. 517's voice, has not been repaired for him yet.

But for children, it is not difficult to repair.

Wang Ruohua was extremely hopeful. She looked at her family excitedly: "Grandpa, dad, mom, my vocal cords can also recover! I will never speak like a crow again!"

Wang Ruohua's mother wiped away tears. This was the first time she heard a doctor give them such a clear answer. Her daughter's body could recover and her voice could recover. Her heart, which had been high, finally dropped a little.

Wang Ruohua's father's eyes were also red. He said to Qiao Yin: "Doctor Qiao, if you can cure my daughter, you will be our great benefactor. Our whole family will never forget your kindness. If you need help in the future, Yes, just look for me! Thank you so much, Dr. Qiao!"

Qiao Yin smiled softly: "Don't thank me in a hurry. I'll tell you what medicinal materials you need to buy. You can buy them first."

After she finished speaking, she took the note paper aside, took out a pen from the pocket of her white coat, wrote the name and quantity of the medicinal materials, and handed it to Wang Zhiquan.

Wang Zhiquan was knowledgeable after all. When he saw the medicinal materials written by Qiao Yin, he frowned slightly: "As expected, they are all rare medicinal materials, and they all have age restrictions. The ointment I bought at the auction only cost [-] yuan. It seems that it is still good. It’s really inexpensive.”

"There is indeed an age limit. If the age of the medicinal materials is not up to the age, the medicinal effect will not be exerted. The dragon scale mushrooms here need to be more than 50 years old. Those less than 50 years old only have the effect of strengthening the body and cannot remove scars and repair the skin. .”

"Dragon Scale Zhizhi is inherently rare, and it is even more difficult to find one that is 50 years old."

Wang Zhiquan sighed, but then he said firmly: "But don't worry, Dr. Qiao, no matter how hard it is to find these medicinal materials, we will find them as soon as possible. Our Wang family still has some connections, so these are not a problem. In addition, your diagnosis We have already prepared the fee and asked Dr. Qiao to accept it."

As he spoke, he handed Qiao Yin a check.

Qiao Yin took it and saw that the amount on it was 500 million.

It was indeed a large amount of medical money. The Wang family was probably afraid that she would not give their best, so they paid 500 million.

Qiao Yin smiled and accepted the check without refusing.

After all, in addition to the main medicine, she also had to prepare some medicine, and she also planned to prepare some wound medicine for Wang Ruohua first, to curb the ulcerated skin that was constantly infected, and to let the wound heal first before using the scar removal ointment.

As for Wang Ruohua's throat, she also has a good treatment plan and is ready to go back and prepare medicine for her.

After leaving Wang Ruohua's ward, Qiao Yin went to perform acupuncture on the two vegetative patients, then returned to the medical center and went to the pharmaceutical room to start making medicine.

When she was dispensing the medicine, No. 517 was there to help her and do some simple processing of the medicinal materials.

When making medicine, time always passes quickly, and before I know it, the sky has become completely dark.

Qiao Yin was still very involved in the production, but No. 517 was idle. He stood aside and looked at Qiao Yin quietly.

Half of her face is still scarred, but it doesn't seem to be as serious as before. I don't know if she can return to her previous appearance in the future. If she can't recover...it doesn't really matter. She is disfigured, and he is also disfigured, to some extent. There is a sense of sympathy for each other.

After Qiao Yin prepared a medicine to treat her throat, she breathed a sigh of relief. When she looked up, she saw No. 517 staring at her.

She didn't think much, smiled at him and said, "It's almost seven o'clock. You should have gotten off work long ago. Why didn't you remind me?"