Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Smith International Hospital.

Building E stands alone in the corner of the hospital. It is the cheapest inpatient department in the entire hospital.

The patients who are placed here are often seriously ill and have little money.

What they receive is only the most basic medical care.

Such obvious differential treatment may cause a lot of dissatisfaction and criticism elsewhere.

But at Smith International Hospital, such an arrangement was tacitly accepted.

After all, this hospital has always been known for its high-end medical services and is not tailored for poor patients.

Today, Building E looks very different than usual.

Because of Lu Qingfeng's arrival, this usually deserted place became lively.

"is it here?"

Standing in front of the door of Ward 105, Lu Qingfeng turned to look at his disciple Zhang Han who was following closely behind him.

"Yes, Master."

Zhang Han nodded, his eyes swept across the crowd gradually gathering in the corridor, and a sense of uneasiness arose in his heart.

He knew that inborn errors of metabolism were not the strong point of traditional Chinese medicine.

If Lu Qingfeng fails to achieve good treatment results today, it will probably attract a lot of criticism.

But at the same time, Zhang Han also understood Lu Qingfeng's character.

Once he makes up his mind, ten oxen cannot pull him back.

Especially when it comes to saving people, once you make a decision, there is no turning back.

After getting a definite answer, Lu Qingfeng reached out and knocked on the door.

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At the same time, Smith had just completed a delicate operation for a senior provincial official and slowly walked out of the operating room.

Seeing this, the vice president who was waiting outside immediately came forward.

Lu Qingfeng is the center of attention wherever he goes, so naturally, the news of his coming to the hospital was known to Vice President Zhang Xinming.

"Dr. Smith, I have something to tell you."

"Lv Qingfeng is in our hospital right now, preparing to treat a child with congenital metabolic disorder."

The reason why Zhang Xinming was so nervous was not only because of Smith's strong aversion to traditional Chinese medicine.

It is also because of his absolute authority in the hospital.

Since Smith joined the hospital, he has been awarded the title of Honorary Dean for his outstanding achievements in the field of Western medicine.

Every word he said was like the golden rule of the hospital, and no one dared to disobey it easily.

In order to show respect and admiration for Smith, the hospital prefixed the hospital name with his last name.

This is an extremely rare honor in the entire medical industry.

Hearing the name, Smith's expression instantly became solemn.

He took off his surgical cap, revealing his silver-white hair, which flashed a cold light under the reflection of the light.

"You know what, Zhang."

Smith's voice was somewhat mocking. "So-called traditional Chinese medicine is nothing more than a tool used by a group of scammers to attract attention and make money."

"I still don't understand why China wants to deify traditional Chinese medicine into an omnipotent magical treatment. This is simply an insult to modern medicine."

"Inborn errors of metabolism, such a complex disease, cannot be cured by those unpleasant-smelling Chinese medicines and so-called acupuncture."

Smith's tone became more severe. "Lv Qingfeng is playing with the patient's life. He doesn't understand what real medicine is or what it means to be responsible to the patient!"

Zhang Xinming, who was standing by, immediately agreed, "Doctor Smith, you are right."

"Those things about traditional Chinese medicine are indeed pseudoscience. I will chase him away now to prevent him from cheating people here."

Although he is a Chinese, Zhang Xinming grew up in the United States and was deeply influenced by Western culture. He also holds a disdainful attitude towards traditional Chinese medicine.

"No,"

Smith shook his head firmly, "We can't let him go so easily."

There was a sharp gleam in his eyes, "I will personally expose his tricks and let everyone see it."

"What kind of waste is this Chinese medicine expert whom they highly respect?"

In the ward, Niu Niu was lying shirtless on the white bed, his skin covered with thin silver needles.

Finally, at the moment when Lu Qingfeng placed the last needle, Niu Niu's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and a sense of vitality reappeared on his face.