"This is a tonic, which can benefit the health of well people, but if you give it to a cancer patient, are you afraid their cancer cells aren't spreading fast enough?" the hospital director of the Second Hospital shouted at Qin Han!
"You really are annoying." Qin Han glanced at the other party, no longer deigning to explain.
As for his practice, when had he ever prescribed the wrong formula?
And who dared to criticize his prescriptions?
Only the person before him, a Golden Needle appeared in his hand, and in the next moment he thrust it sharply; when Qin Han withdrew the needle, the director of the Second Hospital pointed at Qin Han, his mouth moving, but he couldn't make a sound no matter how hard he tried.
Pointing at Qin Han, then at his own mouth, he eventually became so frantic he was about to cry.
Hurriedly picking up a piece of paper, "What did you do to me?" the director of the Second Hospital wrote!
"I told you to shut up!" Qin Han said indifferently!