The group pet boss is a living ancestor

Chapter 242 You can prepare for his funeral

Hearing Zheng Hua's words, everyone froze in astonishment.

Although the wealthy family is a bit less concerned about the word "family affection" than the average family, it is still a shocking thing to announce the death suddenly.

"Professor Zheng...what's wrong with my father?" Song Mo, who had always been calm, stuttered after hearing the news.

At first, I thought that Song Yaozu just had some intractable disease, at most it belonged to the kind that is more difficult to treat, but I didn't expect that what Zheng Hua said was that it couldn't be saved...

"A very rare blood disease." Zheng Hua said with a cold face: "There is still a month at most, and you can prepare for his funeral."

He has saved many people in his life, ranging from rich businessmen with wealth to poor people who couldn't even eat enough to eat three meals a day.

If you can save him, you will tell them what he needs.

And if he couldn't save them, he would tell them concisely.

Avoid procrastination and unnecessary trouble.

This sentence was told to him by one of the most important seniors when he embarked on the path of practicing medicine.

"This..." Song Qing looked at Zheng Hua in surprise: "Professor Zheng, are you sure? My grandfather was fine three months ago, why did it suddenly... just like this?"

"Yes, Professor Zheng, can you do an examination for my grandfather? What kind of rare blood disease is so fierce."

"Professor Zheng, our family is rich, can you give our grandfather the best medicine and treat him with all your strength!"

Song Shuwan was a little dissatisfied when her brothers questioned Zheng Hua's ability, she frowned slightly: "Brother...Since doctor Zheng said so, then grandpa's illness must be like this, grandpa was so good before...it must be Recently, Song Li got angry so much that he suddenly behaved like this..."

"Wanwan, you can't say that about your sister." Song Qing frowned tightly, and said in a very serious tone: "Some things can be said, and some things cannot be said. Why have you become more and more outrageous recently?"

"I..." Song Shuwan was about to speak up to defend herself, but Zheng Hua interrupted her.

He snorted and snorted coldly: "If you can get this blood disease by being angry, then there won't be only ten such rare cases in the world. Ignorance is fine, but taking ignorance for granted is a bit ridiculous gone."

Song Shuwan, who thought Song Li could take the blame, felt very humiliated when Zheng Hua said that.

She pursed her lips and lowered her head reluctantly.

As the head of the family, Song Mo looked at Zheng Hua, and asked in a deep voice: "Professor Zheng, if we actively treat and use the most expensive medicine, how long can my father prolong his life?"

The Song family is not short of this money, it doesn't matter if they use the most expensive medicine or the most expensive equipment.

Zheng Hua glanced at Song Yaozu who was lying on the table, the anesthesia had not yet passed, and his face was extremely pale: "This kind of disease is very ineffective only with medicine, and it needs acupuncture and moxibustion, combined with various Chinese herbal medicines. If it is me, I may be able to treat it." Extend it for half a year."

Although Zheng Hua doesn't like this kind of family very much, they seem to be very superior.

We must know that there are too many things that cannot be bought with money in this world, and the first to bear the brunt is life.

No matter how much money you have, it doesn't make any sense if you lose your life.

"Half a year..." Song Mo clenched the palms of both hands tightly, as if he was thinking, and said for a long time: "Half a year, maybe half a year, and ask Professor Zheng to save my father."

(End of this chapter)