When Fu Cheng heard this, he didn't answer immediately.
Although his master and Mr. Wang get along very harmoniously on the surface, in fact, the master has been secretly competing with Mr. Wang. Whether it is medical skills, refining medicine, or accepting apprentices, he is not reconciled to anything that can be compared Lost to Wang Lao.
Therefore, when he suddenly mentioned Mr. Wang, Fu Cheng couldn't figure out whether the master was testing his attitude, or just making suggestions.
The vice president probably saw what Fu Cheng was thinking, and pushed the medical records on the table with his fingers, "Doctors and parents, I can't help it, but it doesn't mean Mr. Wang can't help it, after all, it's life-threatening Don't worry, I won't be angry."
Hearing what Fu Cheng said, he carefully observed him a few more times to make sure that he was not joking, and then hurriedly replied: "The apprentice didn't think much about it, but I was afraid that Mr. Wang would not be willing."
The vice president waved his hand, and said in an understated voice, "You can find out if you ask? If he can't do anything, it can only mean that the old man is really old."
Fu Cheng was taken aback for a moment, the meaning of Master's last sentence...
"Go, don't delay your illness." The vice president said again, and then he looked away, and took out an old ancient medical book to read.
Obviously he didn't want to say anything more to Fu Cheng.
Seeing this, Fu Cheng had no choice but to pick up the medical records and walk out of the office.
After walking out of the office, he let out a sigh. No matter what the master wanted him to do when he asked Mr. Wang, he finally gave him a chance to see Mr. Wang to treat Mr. Song in a fair manner without offending him.
He didn't want outsiders to question his ability because of Mr. Song's body.
But if Mr. Wang is allowed to come forward, the nature will be different. Even if there is no change in the end, everyone will only think that the elder is dead, not that he Fu Cheng is not capable.
Holding the medical records, Fu Cheng quickly went to President Wang.
"Little Fu, if you have anything to do, you can go directly to the vice president. I'm leaving for the airport now." When Fu Cheng came in, Wang Lao opened his mouth before he could speak.
He booked a plane ticket to Huaicheng today, to see the batch of Milan in the medicinal material base, and heard that Mr. Mi has rescued most of the seedlings.
This is great news, he wants to see it for himself.
Fu Cheng was startled when he heard Wang Lao's words, "You want... a business trip?"
Wang Lao nodded, "Yes, I'm going to the medicinal material base."
Fu Cheng didn't expect such an unfortunate coincidence. Mr. Wang actually went to the medicinal material base at this time. The transportation to the medicinal material base is inconvenient. If he goes there, he might not be able to return for three to five days.
Holding the medical records, Fu Cheng didn't speak for a while. All the plans in his mind when he came to find Mr. Wang were also disrupted by Mr. Wang's business trip.
This is a headache.
Mr. Wang was packing up some materials. Seeing Fu Cheng standing there with hesitation on his face, his hands paused, he looked at the time again, and said, "There is still some time, tell me, what can you do with me?"
When Fu Cheng heard this, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said, "There is an elder in a friend's family who took the medicine from the Medicine Association, and now he has a drug reaction, and his life is in danger."
Mr. Wang locked the materials in the cabinet, and then asked in surprise, "Is there any adverse reaction?"
"Yeah." Fu Cheng nodded, "I'm in the hospital now, not out of danger yet."
Wang Lao nodded, "It looks serious, what does your master say?"
(end of this chapter)