Luo Ziming shook his head again, glanced at the experts, but said nothing.
He was unwilling to accuse these people in front of Fu Shaobei.
Although he knew that the old lady's illness was delayed by the conservative treatment given by these so-called experts.
But we are all in the same group, so why be too hasty
The conservative treatment adopted by these people cannot be said to be completely wrong.
They are also on the safe side.
Fu Shaobei fell silent.
"Let's go and see another patient with me."
He said to Luo Ziming, then turned around and strode out without even looking at the room full of experts.
Although Luo Ziming didn't say it clearly, how could Fu Shaobei be so smart not see what he was saying
But now is not the time to hold experts accountable. The top priority now is to cure the old lady's disease.
Fu Shaobei's heart felt like it was boiling in oil.
But he suppressed all his emotions in his heart and didn't show any of them.
Luo Ziming sighed slightly and followed Fu Shaobei out of the room.
As soon as the two left, the experts in the room breathed a sigh of relief.
In front of Fu Shaobei, they all felt an invisible pressure, like a big stone, weighing them down.
Although Mr. Fu is young, none of the experts dare to look down upon him in the slightest.
He is the future sole heir of the Fu family, and his future... is limitless!
No one dares to offend him, and no one wants to offend him.
They also want to perform well and cure the old lady's illness.
But manpower is sometimes poor, and when the old lady is so ill, they are at their wits' end.
Gu Qingfeng sighed and said, "Let's all discuss it and see if there are any other ways."
The experts began to discuss the matter again.
*
"Shaobei, you said there is another patient, who is it?"
Luo Ziming was a little strange.
Fu Shaobei strode in front and said without looking back, "You know him."
"I know her?" Luo Ziming was even more surprised. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Isn't she your sister?"
Fu Shaobei sneered coldly: "With her iron-clad body, even if I get sick, she won't get sick."
"That's right, let me tell you, how could someone like your sister get sick? Who is sick?" Luo Ziming smiled and continued to ask.
"You'll find out soon."
Fu Shaobei didn't say much, and took Luo Ziming up to the second floor. He walked to a room door and stopped.
He raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door, but then he thought again and put his hand on the door handle and turned it gently.
The door was unlocked. He pushed it gently and the door opened.
On a large bed in the middle of the room, Shen Ning was sleeping soundly.
Her whole body was sunk into the soft quilt, only a palm-sized face was exposed. Her face was red from sleep, not as pale and haggard as usual.
As soon as he saw her, Luo Ziming suddenly understood and couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Fu Shaobei beside him.
"Is she sick again?" he asked.
"Check her out. I suspect there's something wrong with her." Fu Shaobei pointed to his forehead.
"Is your brain broken?" Luo Ziming was startled.
"Um."
Fu Shaobei snorted.
If this girl hadn't lost her mind, how could she have done such an incredible thing to him!
Luo Ziming looked at Fu Shaobei's expressionless face and murmured in his heart.
He couldn't tell whether the other person was serious or joking.
But he still stepped forward and took Shen Ning's pulse seriously.