The son-in-law who has returned for thousands of years

When Qian Hong heard Xu Ping's words, he knew something in his heart, turned his head to look at Wang Feng, and said coldly: "Director Wang, hurry up and apologize to this gentleman!"

Wang Feng still didn't understand the situation, he felt dissatisfied, and his neck stiffened, "Why should I apologize first, he was the one who beat me!"

Qian Hong was furious, pointed at Wang Feng, and said angrily: "Wang Feng, if you do this again, believe it or not, I won't even look at your uncle's face!"

Just kidding, Wang Feng is just a director under him, how can he compare with Xu Ping, a genius doctor who can see his physical illness at a glance?

Although Xu Ping looked plainly dressed, wasn't this the demeanor a genius doctor should have?

Hearing Qian Hong's tone, Wang Feng finally understood the seriousness of the matter, and quickly bowed ninety degrees to Xu Ping: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake today, I should fight!"

Xu Ping looked at Wang Feng, and said coldly, "You should apologize to Sun Yan."

Wang Feng's face was as suffocated as a piece of pig's liver, he turned around and bent down to Sun Yan, and said in pain: "Sun Yan, I was wrong, I really dare not do it again."

Sun Yan was dazed by the twists and turns of this incident. She thought that Wang Feng was backed by Director Qian, and she would definitely pack up and leave today. Unexpectedly, with just a few words from Xu Ping, Director Qian threw himself into the ground and reprimanded Wang Feng in public.

This made Sun Yan even more curious about Xu Ping. This man suddenly became so mysterious. Sun Yan's beautiful eyes looked at Xu Ping, but she couldn't see through him.

Sun Yan didn't want to entangle Wang Feng any more, so she nodded slightly.

Wang Feng returned to the office in despair as if he had received an amnesty.

After dispersing all the onlookers, Qian Hong led Xu Ping to his office.

Asking Xu Ping to sit on the sofa, Qian Hong made a pot of tea himself, rinsed the tea cup with hot water, and handed Xu Ping a cup respectfully.

"The excellent Mingqian Longjing, I went to Hangzhou on a business trip last year. It was a gift from my old classmate. I usually don't want to drink it. I'll take it out for you to taste today. I'll enjoy it too." Qian Hong took a sip of tea and said kindly. .

"Director Qian, you're welcome." Xu Ping took a sip, and it was indeed sweet and delicious. The fragrance lingered on his lips and teeth for a long time. Don't.

Qian Hong chatted casually for a few more words, and he couldn't wait to get to the point. "Mr. Huai, since you have seen my physical problems, is there any cure?"

Since Qian Hong found that his left hand often trembled unconsciously, he was afraid that he might have Parkinson's disease. He went to many hospitals for examination, but found nothing wrong. This period of time made him restless.

Xu Ping was able to see his own problems at a glance, and Qian Hong naturally felt like grabbing at straws, believing that Xu Ping must have the means to heal himself.

"Your disease is not complicated if you say it is complicated, and it is not simple if you say it is simple, but I happen to have a prescription here that can help you cure it."

"And it's very simple, and the course of treatment is not long."

Seeing Xu Ping's old god and confident appearance, Qian Hong became even more convinced that this young man is a genius doctor!

Xu Ping continued to fool around: "However, this prescription was passed down by my ancestor, so I can't just hand it over to outsiders so easily..."

Qian Hong's face was a bit puzzled: "Mr. Huai, although I am the director of the bureau, I really don't have much money left in my hand. I'm afraid it's not enough for your consultation fee."