Dr. Shen, can I tease you?

Chapter 114 Distinguished Guest

Shen Zheng didn't see clearly when he was at the door just now, but now he was face to face, and he noticed that the man in front of him was actually sitting in a wheelchair.

But what stunned Shen Zheng was not the fact that he was in a wheelchair, but the man's appearance.

I saw the man who looked less than 30 years old, sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a linen sweater, with a thick blanket covering his legs, obviously he should be wearing a frail attire, but the sharpness on his body And the aura is still unstoppably strong.

His face may be a little pale due to illness, but even so, it still cannot conceal his outstanding appearance.

He is very good-looking, the kind of impressive good-looking, looking at the somewhat indifferent brows and eyes with a cold breath, maybe because of illness, he looks a bit gloomy, but even so, There is still an edge that people can't ignore.

"Hello, Doctor Shen." Just as Shen Zheng looked at the man in front of him in amazement, the man spoke, raised his eyes slightly, and stretched out his hand towards him, "I'm Mu Zihan."

Only then did Shen Zheng regain his senses.

"Hello, Shen Zheng." He stretched out his hand hastily, and held the hand of the man in front of him.

Perhaps it was because of his poor health, the man's hand was very cold. When he held it, Shen Zheng could clearly feel the calluses on the man's palm and some minor wounds on his fingertips.

Shen Zheng couldn't help frowning.

This man looks extravagant both in his clothes and his demeanor. He originally thought that a man's hands should be as pampered as other people's temperament, but unexpectedly, they seem to be the hands of someone who has suffered a lot. .

But Shen Zheng didn't think about it, he just sat down on the sofa, and asked straight to the point: "Does Mr. Mu want me to be the attending doctor?"

"Yes." Mu Zihan coughed lightly, and said calmly, "I have been in the United States before, and I just returned to China recently. I need to find a new attending doctor in China. I have heard about Dr. Shen's name for a long time, so I asked Dean Sun to help me out. .”

Shen Zheng frowned quietly again.

Heard the name for a long time?

He is just an ordinary cardiologist, and he has not even published international papers a few times. How can he be known for a long time?

Although Shen Zheng was a little puzzled, he didn't pursue the question, but asked politely: "Can I have a look at Mr. Mu's treatment records first?"

Regarding Mu Zihan's records, it was obvious that Dean Sun had prepared them in advance, and he quickly handed the records on the table to Shen Zheng.

The treatment records are all in English. Fortunately, Shen Zheng's English is not bad, so he can still understand the general idea.

After reading it, he frowned.

He didn't expect that Mu Zihan's illness was so serious.

Mu Zihan's congenital heart defect should be brought out of the mother's womb, but it seems that he didn't start receiving treatment until he was very old, and the effect was not very good.

"Mr. Mu." Shen Zheng raised his head and looked at the man in front of him, with a troubled expression on his face, "I'm afraid I can't be your attending doctor."

Shen Zheng was telling the truth. This man's previous treatments were all in first-class treatment institutions in the United States. Those doctors were all famous doctors. Even for diseases that those people were helpless, Shen Zheng was even more uncertain.

Hearing what Shen Zheng said, the man named Mu Zihan didn't look surprised at all.

"Doctor Shen doesn't need to feel pressure." He smiled faintly, "I know that my problem is impossible to cure, so I just need Dr. Shen to hang my breath and be satisfied."

Shen Zheng frowned even more when he heard the patient's self-destructive words.

Although Mu Zihan's condition was very bad, it was not impossible for him to be cured.If he returns to the United States for surgery, there is still a slight chance of recovery.

He was about to persuade Mu Zihan a few words, but Mu Zihan spoke first.

"Doctor Shen, to be honest, I actually just have something to do when I return to China this time, and I won't stay for too long." He looked straight at Shen Zheng, although his face was a little pale, but his eyes were firm, "I I just need someone I can trust to ensure my physical condition during this time, that’s all, so I hope you can fulfill my request.”

What the man said seemed to be a request, but his tone revealed an undisputed strength.

Now that it's all said and done, Shen Zheng can't refuse anymore.

"Okay." He said helplessly, "Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient, but I still hope that Mr. Mu can finish his work and return to the United States for treatment as soon as possible."

Seeing that Shen Zheng let go of his agreement, Mu Zihan finally showed a faint smile.

"Naturally, Dr. Chen Cheng said auspiciously."

Now that he decided to accept Mu Zihan as a patient, Shen Zheng naturally asked Mu Zihan's physical condition carefully and recorded it in the record before sending Mu Zihan downstairs himself.

Although Mu Zihan is in a wheelchair, the wheelchair is obviously very intelligent, and it can be controlled automatically without being pushed.

Shen Zheng took the elevator with him to the underground garage, and saw a black Bentley parked there, with several black-clothed bodyguards standing beside the car.

"Okay, then I'll take my leave today." Mu Zihan turned the wheelchair around and smiled at Shen Zheng, "Dr. Shen must have other patients to take care of, right? Just send them here, hurry back and get busy." Bar."

Shen Zheng glanced at the tall and burly bodyguards around Mu Zihan, and he was indeed concerned about the patients in the ward, so he nodded with a smile and said, "That's Mr. Mu paying attention to his body. Just contact me."

"Okay, Dr. Shen is here." Mu Zihan smiled politely, watching Shen Zheng turn and leave.

It wasn't until he saw Shen Zheng's figure disappearing into the elevator in the underground garage that the smile on his mouth slowly froze.

Perhaps it was because the underground garage was a bit cold, he couldn't help coughing in a low voice.

Seeing this, the bodyguard beside him couldn't help but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. He wanted to come over, but Mu Zihan raised his hand to stop him.

"Did someone bring it?" He just raised his eyes and asked coldly.