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When he heard that there was hope, Pang Zhenghai hurriedly asked, "I wonder how many layers of sure what Director Li is referring to?"

"It's hard to say. With Mr. Pang's physique, it is suitable for the treatment of "virulence to fight poison"." Li Desheng said.

"Break poison with poison?" Pang Zhenghai's forehead was sweating coldly. This treatment method was often heard on martial arts TV, but does it really work in reality? Pang Zhenghai has no confidence.

Li Desheng further explained: "Since Mr. Pang is allergic to peanuts, as long as he feeds peanut oil step by step, there may be hopes that it will be delayed until the ambulance arrives, but there are certain risks in this."

Pang Zhenghai didn't know how to choose for a while.

At this moment, Qin Tianyuan, who happened to be inspecting the hotel, learned the news and hurried over with a group of hotel leaders.

Ye Wutian didn't know Qin Tianyuan, but when he saw Qin Yuyan beside him, he guessed a few points.

"Old Master Qin, you chefs in the hotel are so irresponsible. My father has been hurt by you." As soon as he saw Qin Tianyuan coming, Pang Zhenghai immediately accused him. In his identity, he is actually qualified to challenge the Daqin Group.

"Mr. Pang, please be calm. I have heard about the general situation. It is better to save people now." Qin Tianyuan said with apologies.

Immediately afterwards, Pang's wife's urgent voice sounded again: "Zhenghai, my father's breathing is getting weaker and weaker, I'm afraid I can't delay it anymore."

After his wife urged her, Pang Zhenghai could only grit his teeth and look at Li Desheng and said, "Okay, let's treat it according to your method, Director Li."

Since the other party had agreed, Li Desheng no longer hesitated and quickly ordered the lobby manager: "Go to the kitchen to get some peanut oil and water."

The lobby manager agreed and rushed to the kitchen in a hurry. After a moment, he ran back with two bowls, one bowl filled with half a bowl of peanut oil, while the other bowl was clean water.

Li Desheng quickly picked up a spoon, scooped a little peanut oil, mixed it with clean water, and then fed it into Mr. Pang's mouth.

Then the group stared at the old man with a nervous look on his face. Pang Zhenghai naturally didn't want his old father to have any problems; and Li Desheng also hoped that Mr. Pang could be cured by himself, which would make a better reputation than saving people in the hospital. As for Qin Tianyuan, he didn't want to see someone die because of his dereliction of duty in the hotel.

But to everyone's disappointment, Mr. Pang did not respond at all when the spoon was gone. After a while, Li Desheng fed the same portion again.

Until the fourth time, Mr. Pang finally had some reaction, but he had severe convulsions, accompanied by rapid wheezing and coughing. This was the obvious symptom of asthma, which means that Mr. Pang's condition failed to slow down and worsened.

Li Desheng's forehead was sweating coldly, and the hand holding the spoon also trembled slightly. Although it was said that the other party agreed in advance before the treatment, if it was not cured in the end, his reputation would be somewhat affected.

"Mr. Pang, the situation is probably not good." Li Desheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Pang Zhenghai.

Pang Zhenghai's face turned pale, his lips trembled slightly, and everyone around him felt regretful.

But at this moment, Li Desheng's eyes suddenly lit up because he saw the familiar figure not far ahead.

Without saying a word, Li Desheng hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd and ran towards Ye Wutian quickly.

Under the gaze of confusion, Li Desheng ran to Ye Wutian, as if he had seen a savior, and said excitedly: "Doctor Ye didn't expect you to be here too. It's so great. Go and save Mr. Pang quickly."

At this moment, everyone's faces showed a look of surprise and doubt. Deputy Chief Physician Li Desheng actually said this to a young man and called him a miracle doctor.

Could it be that he was so scared by his brain? Most people think so.

However, Zhao Lihong was obviously much calmer, because when her daughter was injured and sent to the hospital, even Jiang Senhui respectfully called Ye Wutian, let alone Li Desheng in front of him.

Ye Wutian slowly picked up a piece of paper and wiped the grease on the corner of his mouth, then said leisurely: "Go and find a sharp knife."

Li Desheng was stunned at first, then he didn't feel suspicious anymore, and quickly ordered the lobby manager: "Go and find a sharp knife."

"Is the fruit knife in the kitchen OK?" asked the lobby manager.

"Yes." Ye Wutian replied, and as he said, he stood up and walked slowly towards the patient like a walk.

Although I don't know if this young man is really capable of resurrection, his slowness has made everyone anxious.

"Brother!" Seeing that it was Ye Wutian, Qin Yuyan called out, quickly came up and said excitedly: "Brother, why are you here?"

"Uh, come here for a meal." Ye Wutian said with a smile.

"Yan'er, is this Ye Wutian you often mention to grandpa?" Qin Tianyuan asked with his eyes lit up.

"Yes, grandpa, he is my brother, brother is my grandpa." Qin Yuyan pulled Ye Wutian to Qin Tianyuan and introduced.

"I have heard of Mr. Qin's name for a long time. Now I'm lucky to see him at first sight." Ye Wutian said politely.

Qin Tianyuan patted Ye Wutian on the shoulder and laughed: "Wutian, don't praise me anymore. You young talent, old man, I'd like to meet you long ago." He called Ye Wutian's name just like an old acquaintance to show his friendship.

At this time, the lobby manager ran over with a shiny fruit knife.

Ye Wutian took the fruit knife, tried the blade with his fingers, nodded with satisfaction, and then said to Qin Tianyuan: "Old Master Qin, I will treat this old man first." Then he walked straight towards the patient.

Seeing Ye Wutian walking towards him with a murderous intent with a knife in his hand, Pang Zhenghai asked uneasily: "Sir, what are you doing?"

"I'll treat your old man!" Ye Wutian replied.

Li Desheng hurriedly persuaded: "Mr. Pang, you don't have to worry, just leave it to Doctor Ye."

Seeing that Li Desheng was so affirming the young man, Pang Zhenghai didn't say anything else. At this moment, he could only be a living horse.

When he walked to the table, Ye Wutian first looked around the old man on the table, then grabbed the old man's right hand and took his pulse.

Judging from the elderly, severe laryngeal edema has obviously occurred. If the trachea is not cut open, it will not take long to suffocate and die.

Ye Wutian did not hesitate anymore, picked up the fruit knife and slashed the old man's chest. This behavior scared the person next to him. However, when Ye Wutian lifted the scratched clothes on the old man's body, everyone's faces immediately showed a look of exclamation, because although the old man's clothes were scratched, his body was completely unharmed.

You know, the old man was lying on the table at this time, and the clothes on his body were naturally tightly pressed against his chest. He had to cut the clothes with one knife without hurting the old man's body. This is not something that ordinary people can do.

After pulling off the clothes, Ye Wutian put down the knife, took out the box of silver needles from his pocket, opened it, and took out six of them casually. With a wave of his hand, he inserted them into two rows of the old man's throat.

This lightning-like technique made everyone amazed.

Before everyone could come back to their senses from their surprise, Ye Wutian picked up the fruit knife and cut it directly into the old man's throat.

This time, everyone was really scared because Ye Wutian cut a four-centimeter-long hole in the old man's throat with his sword, but the scene of blood splashing did not appear. Because the two rows of silver needles that Ye Wutian inserted in advance had sealed several blood vessels at the edge of the knife, so not much blood was flowing out.

Perhaps most people can't see how profound Ye Wutian's skill is, but Li Desheng, a senior doctor, looked impressed. You should know that Ye Wutian's sword was inciting a cut on the old man's trachea. Even if the experience doctor is unable to reach this level, he can't reach this level.

Because there is no metal tracheal casing on hand, Ye Wutian can only find a toothpick, turn it into a suitable length, disinfect it with true qi and support it on the cut trachea of ​​the elderly to keep his breathing unobstructed.

After doing all this, Ye Wutian took out several silver needles and inserted them into the old man's previous major acupoints to help his heart recover his power, and at the same time he also performed desensitization treatment.

The whole hall was silent, and at some point the customers around had already watched, and some even stood on the tables and chairs next to them to watch, just like watching a show in the countryside in the old days.

Before the treatment was over, the sound of the ambulance rang far away and approached quickly, and finally stopped downstairs.

Not long after, the ambulance crew had already arrived at the lobby on the second floor with a stretcher.

Seeing that everyone was surrounded, the leading doctor quickly shouted: "Get out of the way, get out of the way."

The crowd moved aside and several doctors walked in quickly.

When he saw the scene, the leading doctor changed his face and shouted, "Boy, what are you doing? Stop it quickly!" As he said that, he rushed towards Ye Wutian with great strides.

Seeing the situation, Li Desheng quickly took a step forward, blocked the doctor, and said, "Doctor Ye is treating the patient, you can wait first."

These doctors did not come from the central hospital, but were near a people's medical emergency team, so they did not know Li Desheng. When they heard Li Desheng's words, the male doctor immediately sarcastically said: "I think you have a brain in your mind, you are also a miracle doctor? If you don't let go, can you take responsibility if the treatment is delayed?"

After hearing what the other party said, Li Desheng hesitated a little. Although Ye Wutian's medical skills were very good, he was not Hua Tuo's life after all. If something went wrong, he would be to blame.
Chapter completed!