Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

I thought that Grandpa Song's illness could finally be cured, but he didn't expect complications.

Song Zhi and Song Qi stood outside the glass window, looking at the old man lying in the sterile chamber, their faces were not very good.

"Big brother, don't be too anxious. The doctor said that the complications are not too serious. Within the controllable range, as long as you spend these 15 days and wait for the new bone marrow to grow, you will be fine." Song Qi patted. Song Zhi's shoulder, comforted.

There was a circle of blue and black around Song Zhi's eyes. Not only did he worry that his father would not be able to make it through every day, but he also had to deal with the eyes of the cousins ​​in the family, and his mental energy had been exhausted to a certain extent.

Squeezing his eyebrows, Song Zhi turned his back, leaned against the glass window, and stopped visiting the ward, "Hope."

Song Qi looked at him, and then said: "Otherwise, I will find Mr. Fu to show him again."

"I've called him and will come to the hospital today." Speaking of Mr. Fu, Song Zhi's eyes sparked hope.

Before the operation, the old man took his medicine, and his physical condition was indeed improved a lot. I only hope that the postoperative complications can also be managed.

Song Qi nodded, the weight on her face disappeared a lot, "That's good."

"Ok."

Not too long, Fu Cheng came to the hospital.

Song Zhi personally went to the gate of the hospital to pick it up, with a particularly respectful and polite expression. As he walked, he told him about the current situation.

After waiting outside the ward, Song Zhi took out the father's test sheet again.

Fu Cheng just glanced indifferently, then raised his hand to interrupt what he was passing over, "It's okay, don't show me this, it's not very useful."

Seeing this, Song Zhi hurriedly put the test sheet into the medical record book again, "Okay, you want to get the pulse, so I have to trouble you to change the sterile clothes with me."

Fu Cheng said, his expression was neither salty nor light, and after changing into sterile clothes with Song Zhi, he entered the ward.

After passing the pulse, Fu Cheng's eyebrows were twisted, but he unfolded quickly and did not stay in the sterile ward. After coming out, he looked at Song Zhi without saying a word about his physical condition, but said: "When I go back to get the medicine, I will contact you again."

Song Zhi is well aware of Fu Cheng's cold temperament. Hearing this, he was relieved. He didn't ask much, "Okay, then I will wait for your good news."

Fu Cheng nodded, and went downstairs without letting Song Zhi send it.

Seeing this, Song Qi couldn't help but sighed: "The members of the Pharmacist Association are really high-ranking. Saying one more word seems to be a waste of saliva."

Song Zhi looked at the direction where Fu Cheng had left, and after retracting his gaze, he expressed understanding and said, "This is the person who has the ability."

The incompetent person is doomed to bow down.

**

After leaving the hospital, Fu Cheng went back to the Pharmacist Association, and then went to the Association's Library.

After going through the books in the library, I screened a few prescriptions and recorded them before leaving.

Fu Cheng didn't know much about the physical condition of the old man Song. Thinking about it, he went to his master.

His master is the vice president of the association.

After listening to Fu Cheng’s words, the vice chairman held several prescriptions he had recorded at his fingertips, glanced at it, and said faintly: “Complications after bone marrow transplantation are mostly caused by weakened immunity during bone marrow reconstruction. Sincerely, you can do any of these prescriptions and there will be no problems.