When Liu Jiang was stunned when he heard Wang Hao say this, he looked at Wang Hao seriously: "Are you a doctor too?"

"That's right!"

"Hmph! I don't even make drafts if I brag. If you are a doctor, I will still be a god!"

"Then why don't we make a bet!"

"What are you betting on?" Liu Jiang asked.

"Just bet on whether I can cure this patient!" Wang Hao pointed to Zhou Song lying on the bed.

"I Cao! You don't need to pay taxes, right? You have to be able to cure me. I cut off my head and kick it for you to play with!" Liu Jiang rolled his eyes and gave it to Wang Hao. He didn't believe that this kind of late-stage pneumoconiosis could be cured.

"I dare not be interested in your head, but if I save him, you will apologize for your previous excessive words to the father and daughter and ask them to forgive you!"

"..." Zhou Qiong looked at Wang Hao blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Hmph! OK, what if you can't cure it?" Liu Jiang sneered, feeling that no matter how you bet with this "fool", he would win, so he would not be afraid.

"Then, how about I will accompany you two grenade 8?" Wang Hao replied with a smile.

"Hahaha! You idiot, you have so much money that you have no place to burn, right?"

"Then do you dare?"

"What's there to be afraid of? I don't believe you can cure him!"

The two of them had already made a lot of noise in the hospital, and some people in the ward had already come out to watch.

"What are these two people doing?"

"It seems like a bet!"

"Betting? What are you betting? This is the hospital, and the bald man is still the chief doctor here. Do you want to bet on money here?"

"No, the two people disagree because of a patient's treatment problem! So bet!"

"Just that person dressed as a migrant worker? Didn't he know that Liu Jiang is an expert in the respiratory tract of the First People's Hospital?"

"I also find it strange, but that man seems to be very sure to cure the patient lying in bed!"

"No! That person is in the late stage of pneumoconiosis. It seems that he hasn't heard of any patient who can still be cured at this point!"

The melon-eating crowd kept talking in a low voice, curious about how big a pitfall Wang Hao had to have such "naive" ideas.

"Okay!" Wang Hao didn't care what the people around him said.

After agreeing to Liu Jiang, he walked to Zhou Song's side, patted Zhou Song's shoulder lying on the hospital bed, and said to Liu Jiang with a smile: "Okay, his pneumoconiosis is cured now!"

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Wang Hao's actions and his words made everyone present confused at the same time.

"This kid is funny!"

"I'm Cao, can I cure my illness by patting my shoulder? This is the first time I've seen this old age!"

"I said brother, you have to brag like you. You can take two steps to this great dance master. You can cure other people's illness by "touching twice". I really convinced you. You really think we are fools!"

After a while, everyone realized it.

None of the people present was willing to believe Wang Hao, because if they could believe it, their minds would be gone.

"Hahaha! I said... You guy is a funny guy invited by monkeys, right? That's it? Do you dare to bet with me? If I really take you two grenade 8, I'm afraid others will say I'm bullying idiots. Okay, I have a lot of stakes, just forget about the bets you just now, just pay me a new grenade 8!" Liu Jiang laughed with his big belly.

Hearing these people's ridicule, Wang Hao was unmoved and said to Liu Jiang with a smile: "This cannot be forgotten!"

"What? Are you really going to give me two grenade 8?"

"Haha! How do you know I lost?" Wang Hao asked back.

"You still need to ask this? When anyone with a brain saw it, you touched the other party a few times and cured his illness? Do you think we are all idiots?" Liu Jiang yelled at Wang Hao.

"I don't know if this treatment is cured or not, I don't even have any final say!"

"Do you want to cheat?" Liu Jiang asked with a cold face.

"I'm not saying that's what I mean, I mean, didn't you say he wasn't cured? Just take him to take an X-ray!"

When Liu Jiang heard Wang Hao's words, he sneered in anger, but in order to convince him of his loss, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, just pat it, but later you will not only have to accompany me two grenade 8, but also kneel on the ground in front of everyone to apologize to me!"

Just as Liu Jiang finished speaking, an uproar came from the crowd around him!

"This is a bit too much. He even wants others to kneel down. The bald doctor's character seems to be unsuitable!"

"Yes! This is a requirement too much!"

Everyone accused Liu Jiang behind his back with a verbal accusations. Liu Jiang's face instantly sank, but he had been annoyed by Wang Hao at this moment. No matter what others said, he asked Wang Hao with a cold face: "Do you dare!"

"No problem!" Wang Hao answered without thinking.

But just as he finished speaking, Zhou Qiong quickly pulled him: "Boss, you are crazy. My dad was just vomiting blood by you. At this time, you dare to agree to the other party's request? Isn't it just a grenade 8? Let's just compensate him directly. When it comes to paying the salary, you will deduct it from my salary!"

Although Zhou Qiong was still a little angry with Wang Hao, Wang Hao had been talking to her father and daughter before, and his resentment had long been reduced by half.

"What? Are you scared?" Liu Jiang said sarcastically as he looked at Zhou Qiong and Wang Hao whispering.

"What are you afraid of? Just push me to take a photo!" Wang Hao responded with a smile.

"Hmph!" Liu Jiang let out a cold snorted, and he soon called two nurses and pushed Zhou Song to the radiology room.

In just ten minutes, the photos were sent over.

Liu Jiang held the sealed *** film and didn't open it. He looked at Wang Hao with a sneer and said, "If you kneel in front of me and apologize, maybe I am in the first place and only ask you to compensate for one grenade 8, how about it?"

"Display it apart!" Wang Hao said with a smile.

"I won't cry until I see the coffin. I don't want to save you 7,000 yuan, so I'll let you die. Pneumoconiosis can be cured in the late stages. Do you really think you are a god?"

Liu Jiang proudly took out the X-ray film to the light. For him, this was just to prove it to others. He had already decided that this was impossible.

"..." However, when he saw the lungs on the light sheet, he was stunned. He thought he was dazzled and rubbed his eyes hard.

However, no matter whether he looks horizontally or vertically, the lung patterns on this light film do not have the symptoms of advanced pneumoconiosis.

"Who got this? Don't you know if you took the wrong photo?" Liu Jiang shouted at a female nurse not far away, even though he didn't believe what he saw at this moment.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!