Fu Cheng let go of the handle of the medicine grinder he was holding, and after losing his composure for only a second, he replied to Song Zhi on the phone, "I'll come to the hospital later" in a normal voice.
After hanging up the phone, Fu Cheng's eyes darkened.
When the old man of the Song family took the medicine for the first time, he was worried that there would be adverse reactions, but fortunately, after taking the medicine for a period of time, the problems he was worried about did not happen.
So when Song Zhi asked him to get the medicine a few days ago, he gave him another copy directly.
Who would have thought... Fu Cheng stood still for a few minutes, then put the medicinal materials on the table into the box, and quickly left the pharmacy.
Half an hour later, he came to the hospital.
It was already past the visiting time, so Fu Cheng didn't see Mr. Song, but just looked through the glass window outside the ward.
Song Zhi stood by his side and quietly glanced at him to see if he was angry because of this.
Fu Cheng didn't pay much attention to Song Zhi's gaze. He paused, turned around, and said to Song Zhi, "Mr. Song's situation is special. Give me the checklist. I'll go back and ask my master."
Seeing that Fu Cheng didn't have any suspicions, Song Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, took out the old man's medical record from his bag, and handed it to him directly: "Thank you very much, Mr. Fu, all the data of my dad's examination and chemotherapy are here. In the medical record, if you need any more inspection data, just tell me."
Fu Cheng raised his hand to stop Song Zhi's polite thanks, and his face was calm as usual, knowing: "The old man's body is in the recovery period, and he will have a drug reaction and cause shock. I didn't expect this, but I will try my best to think about it. Is there any other way to help him get through this calamity."
This conversation was the most that Song Zhi had said to Fu Cheng since he met Fu Cheng. Hearing this, Song Zhi hurriedly nodded and said, "I understand, thank you for your dedicated help."
Fu Cheng hummed lightly, "If that's the case, I'll leave first, Mr. Song doesn't have to see you off."
Seeing this, Song Zhi didn't know what to say.
Although the sadness on his face hadn't dissipated at this moment, Fu Cheng's attitude just now strangely comforted him.
As long as Mr. Fu is around, the old man's health will be fine.
Song Zhi always believed in this.
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After Fu Cheng returned, he went directly to his master.
He showed him the medical records of Mr. Song, and briefly explained the current situation.
The vice president just casually flipped through the medical records, stopped the movement of his hands after hearing Fu Cheng's words, then raised his head to look at Fu Cheng, and said indifferently: "The medicine is too strong, there is no way."
"Master, can't you do anything?" Fu Cheng's voice was a bit dignified.
His master's medical skills are second only to Mr. Wang in the Pharmaceutical Association. If he says there is no way, it means that there is little hope.
But he promised Song Zhi that he would heal him... Fu Cheng had a headache, thought for a while, and then said: "Otherwise, master, would you go to the hospital to help the apprentice take a look?"
The vice president frowned, but said: "Fu Cheng, forgive me to remind you, this year's assessment is coming soon, don't waste your time on such things that you shouldn't care about."
This means to refuse.
Fu Cheng instantly heard his master's attitude, he opened his mouth, but seeing that the master was impatient, the words changed into: "I know, I will prepare well."
The vice president hummed lightly, but after a long silence, something flickered between his brows and eyes, and he suddenly said: "It's hard to see you, or you can ask President Wang?"
(end of this chapter)