I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Chapter 397 Must die today
Luo Qianhuai took the medicine bowl that was abandoned on the high table beside the couch and brought it directly to Mr. Mo's mouth: "The temperature is just right. Even if the old man wanted to say something to his son, he had better drink the medicine first. So as not to delay the treatment.”

"Ha." Mr. Mo looked at her with squinted eyes, his breathing became rapid again, and he gasped: "Little lady, even if you want to make money, you can't be so black-hearted, right?"

He started coughing and wheezing as he spoke, and it took him a while to regain his breath:
"I only used one tael of ginseng. What use is such an expensive medicine on a mortal person like me? Zuo just wanted to make a fortune from my son because he saw his filial piety!"

Luo Qianhuai sighed. A patient with severe heart failure would have difficulty breathing, so it was difficult for him to say such a long string of words.

Of course she couldn't rely on this kind of anger with the patient. It's just that the person has entered Ji'antang and the medicine has been prepared. If Mr. Mo is allowed to misunderstand and delay the treatment, it is not Luo Qianhuai's style of doing things.

Although a doctor should not go to the pole to ask for help, but when she encounters patients who can be saved, she will fulfill her duty to persuade them in her past and present lives.

While he was thinking about how to use words to tactfully dispel the old man's concerns, Tan Fei next to him was so angry that he couldn't help but interjected:
"How can the old man think like this! Your condition is indeed critical. My son has traveled all over Changling City but no one is willing to treat you. That is why my master is so skilled in medicine and kind-hearted that he is willing to give it a try. You can't give it a try!"

Mr. Mo was already tired when he spoke out of breath, and he really didn't have much fighting power left. When he heard what he said, he just gasped hard and couldn't finish a word.

"Tan Fei!" Luo Qianhuai frowned: "You go out first, you don't need to worry about this anymore."

She was dissatisfied with Tan Fei today for more than just one thing: the first was that she had turned away the patient when she saw him dying, and the second was that he talked back to a seriously ill patient. If the old man had been more angry, it would have been possible for him to pass on the spot.

"Yes, Aweng." Mo Feng also echoed: "Drink the medicine first, and my son and brother will wait here and not go anywhere."

The aura of arguing with someone just now disappeared in an instant. He stood aside, hesitant and unwilling to move, looking at Wen Pu, hoping that he would intercede for him.

Luo Qianhuai's cold expression made Tan Fei realize that the master was angry.

Luo Qianhuai nodded and picked up the medicine in his hand again: "If Mr. Mo has anything to say, it's not too late to wait until he drinks the medicine first."

Wen Pu patted his shoulder and shook his head gently. Tan Fei then realized that Dr. Wen did not recognize what he had just done, so he had to leave the ward honestly.

Although his starting point is for his own good, his understanding of the spirit of great medicine is obviously insufficient, and he needs to be taught more. If he refuses to change despite repeated admonishment, she will not keep anyone here again.

As soon as he went out, Mo Feng rushed in with his brother and knelt down in front of the hospital bed without saying a word.

Mr. Mo calmed down a little now, looked up at Luo Qianhuai and Wen Pu, and said in a low voice: "Trouble, please step aside for a moment, and let me explain a few words to my sons."

Mr. Mo only felt that this girl was too cunning: "This medicine is just a lie."

The feeling of comfort he felt just after the acupuncture seemed to have passed. The more he wanted to speak now, the more constricted his chest became, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Luo Qianhuai thought of how to deal with him: "Mr. Mo, just drink this bowl of medicine first. As you just said, this medicine is indeed valuable, but now it is ready. Even if you don't drink it, you will be charged the money In principle, they are all indispensable. Right, Boss Mo?" Mo Feng only wanted to save Aweng. He didn't care about the expensive medicine and cheap medicine. Hearing this, he nodded repeatedly: "Luo Langzhong, don't worry about taking the medicine. Mo will never do it. Every penny is in arrears.”

After hearing this, Mr. Mo almost lost his breath. He pointed at Mo Feng and then at Luo Qianhuai, trembling and speechless.

Luo Qianhuai took advantage of this moment, firmly grasped the opponent's mandibular angle to the neck with his left hand, and drank the medicine smoothly by opening his mouth using the gag reflex mechanism.

Of course, she wanted to cure the disease, not to make this severe heart failure patient angry to death, so before the other party could react, she wiped his mouth first:

"Don't worry, Mr. Mo. I admire your son's filial piety to his father, so I don't mind setting a precedent to reassure you. Well, if this medicine has no effect at all, your body will still not be able to survive today. , then we will not charge you any money for your hospitalization today in Ji'antang; but if the old man gets over it and gets better day by day, how about paying the full medical fee at that time?"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Mo immediately felt very pleasant to his ears. Even the medicinal taste left in his mouth was no longer bitter, and he tasted the unique sweetness of ginseng.

"Feng'er." He didn't know where the strength came from, and grabbed Mo Feng's hand: "Did you hear clearly? Just do as the little lady said. After Aweng leaves, you can still save your life. Then save money and never spend money that shouldn’t be spent.”

Mo Feng glanced at Luo Qianhuai in confusion, but Luo Qianhuai didn't mind. He even pulled Wen Pu out of the ward and gave the place to the father and son.

In the ward, Mr. Mo had palpitations and shortness of breath at first. He had to breathe for a while every time he spoke a few words. However, as time passed, his voice became more and more coherent. He had the same feeling of chest tightness and suffocation before. , also dispersed a lot.

As soon as he regained his energy, he felt more and more that his judgment was correct. There is no doubt that things will come back again. If I don't say it now, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to say it again in the future.

So after finishing all the last words he had prepared before, he added one, two, three, four and five additional things, settling down all the Mo family's plans for the next fifty years, not even mentioning the names of his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. The nickname was given, but nothing happened to the person.

Not only was it okay, but I also started to have the urge to urinate, and gradually I couldn't hold it in anymore.

Xiao Feng quickly took the urinal placed beside the couch and served his old man.

"I guess God wants me to leave cleanly." Mr. Mo thought about it, but couldn't think of anything else to worry about, so he simply lay down and waited quietly for the last moment.

He never thought about going home, but waited to die in Ji'antang.

He often lamented that his two sons were raised by him to be too loyal and honest, without any scheming.

I don't know what Ji'antang was thinking, but he pushed such a young lady to take charge. The young lady's face was tender, and she just felt excited and offered to waive today's medical fees.

Interestingly, he knew his body best. He had just held on for his last breath and had finished explaining everything. It was absolutely impossible for him to survive today.