Seeing all the people coming back, Zhong Changqing quickly got up and asked, "how about it? Is there any problem? "

This time, all of them were silent, and their faces were extremely ugly. Seeing the reaction of all the people, Zhong Changqing was suddenly in a deep mood.

"Why, I'm well, you're disappointed, aren't you?" Master mu'an is indeed an old general who has been baptized by the fire of war. With a cold word, he immediately silences everyone. They only care about gambling, and almost forget that this is the real Lord.

This is an old general who has been awarded the title of "fearless general"!

Zhong Changqing, who still does not give up his heart, grabs the file bags in Fang Jianguo's hands and carefully checks them one by one.

Meng ran did not worry, sitting on the sofa, leisurely tasting tea, eyes slowly swept over the faces of the crowd, everyone was ashamed to bow their heads.

Five minutes later, the paper bag in Zhong Changqing's hand fell to the ground with a sound of "pa", and the test results were scattered all over the floor.

How is it more likely that the clock is lost? How could that be possible! Is it really cured? Why, why is this? He's just a student. I'm the president of the hospital. How can he cure a disease that so many of us can't cure? "

People look at the hospital president who has just been extraordinary, and then to today's appearance, the heart is also mixed with five flavors.

Mu'an old man is a man of mind: This is the wound of martial arts, and can modern medicine see through it? I didn't expect that master Meng had such martial arts attainments when he was young. He was really a genius.

Cough

Meng Ran's a cough, interrupted this quiet, pick eyebrow way: "President Zhong, willing to gamble and admit defeat, this is what you personally said, fulfill your promise."

Quiet!

Dead silence!

No one thought that Meng ran really dared to force the old president to kneel down!

One side of president Liu, with a smile to persuade the way: "Meng Xiaoyou ah, Mu old general peace is good, gambling about the matter, just everybody casually mention, I think or forget it?"

Meng ran didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. He squinted and said, "what are you? Did I let you talk? Why don't you kneel down for him

Liu Zhiyuan is also the head of the hospital at least. Those who go to see a doctor in their hospital are not all kind to him. Some time ago, it was the wife of the Secretary of the county Party committee who went to see a doctor in their hospital. All of them were polite to him and even took the initiative to invite him to dinner. But at the moment, he was treated like this by a student. He immediately became angry and said "good" three times. He turned angry and walked away.

People did not expect Meng ran to be so arrogant, and began to criticize Meng ran.

"Stinky boy, don't think you can go crazy to heaven if you have some medical skills!"

"You dare to insult our president, we will not welcome you in the future!"

Mu an old man also can't see down, angrily drink a way: "enough!"

Zhong Changqing thought that the old man was taking the lead for him. He was overjoyed, but the next sentence of the old man made him look pale.

"Let's take the gamble and admit defeat. President Zhong, please kneel down and apologize. And kneel down to a master of martial arts

At the same time, a sentence appeared in the hearts of all the people. After that, even general Mu made a start for him. This time, President Zhong was really defeated!

"I have no time to waste with you." Meng ran tasted the tea and said coldly.

"Meng Xiaoyou, it's my fault. Miss mu, general mu, for the sake of my diagnosis and treatment for you, please forgive me this time. I'm willing to offer 500000 yuan as an apology to Meng Xiaoyou!" At this moment, Zhong Changqing couldn't hold on any longer and begged for mercy again and again. Compared with kneeling down, hundreds of thousands of yuan were nothing to him.

Seeing that Meng ran did not speak, the old Dean gritted his teeth and said, "one million! I am willing to offer one million yuan as compensation for Meng Xiaoyou

All of them tried to persuade each other. Mu Qingya didn't want to make the two sides too stiff. He said in a soft voice, "Meng ran, don't forget it. He's all..."

But mu Qingya said half, but he was held down by his grandfather. Mu Qingya was full of doubts and looked at his grandfather, but the old man just shook his head, indicating that he did not mix in.

Mu an's heart is sneer way: martial arts master you dare to provoke, want you to kneel down are light, really take the blame.

However, Meng ran interrupted people's persuasion, just staring at the old dean who begged bitterly, and said faintly: "it's useless to say more, just kneel down."

To this point, Zhong Changqing also know that this boy will never let go of himself, simply no longer ask him.

I see in the eyes of people can't believe, Zhong Changqing actually kneels down to Meng ran!

After kneeling, Zhong Changqing just wants to get up, and Meng Ran's faint voice comes again "apologize?"

Zhong Changqing stares at Meng ran, his eyes full of resentment.

"I'm sorry!"

After a word, the Dean, who had a black face, walked away.

The young man in white, still leisurely tea, delicate face, light cloud light, as if crushed to death an ant.