Cui Bingchang is a businessman and his words are quite polite.
But his wife Wu Zhen pointed directly at Lin Fan's nose and cursed: "Who do you think you are? Even if you dare to touch my son, if something goes wrong with him, I will kill you!"
Dog bites Lu Dongbin!
Lin Fan's eyes suddenly turned cold.
After seeing Lin Fan's eyes, Wu Zhen became even more angry.
"How dare you stare at me?! Where are the security guards? Get these two guys out of here!"
If he wasn't a doctor with a parental heart, Lin Fan would just throw away his hands and leave right now, regardless of his life or death.
But after all, it was a living life. Even if there was the slightest hope, Lin Fan didn't want to give up.
He said in a deep voice: "If you want your son to live, then make room for me immediately, and I will treat him."
Seeing Lin Fan's confident look, Cui Bingchang frowned.
Just as he was about to speak, his cell phone rang.
"You keep an eye on your son first, and I'll answer the phone."
Arriving at the hospital corridor, Cui Bingchang pressed the answer button: "What's wrong?"
On the other end of the phone, the secretary's voice was very helpless: "They still insist on seeing you and want to explain to you that this quality problem is purely an accident."
"No need. I made it very clear before that our cooperation with the Su family will be terminated immediately."
The secretary hesitated: "But their daughter has also come and has been blocking the door."
"Then let her wait. I have something urgent to do now, so I'll put the company's affairs aside for a while."
After hanging up the phone, Cui Bingchang walked into the ward again.
He looked at Lin Fan: "Young man, no matter whether you are really capable or not, I cannot leave my child's life in the hands of a stranger. Please leave!"
Since the other party had issued an eviction order, Lin Fan naturally would not force it anymore.
Life, death, wealth, are all destiny.
Lin Fan took a deep look at Cui Encheng, who was still unconscious on the hospital bed, and then strode away.
"Hmph," Wu Zhen curled her lips, "You are a liar who is talking nonsense, get out of here!"
Cui Bingchang glared at Wu Zhen: "Just say a few words less, Dean, what should we do next?"
The dean hurriedly said: "If you want to continue the examination, you must first remove the silver needle from Mr. Cui's chest!"
"Then why are you still standing there? Pull it out quickly!" Wu Zhen said angrily.
However, the dean knew that Cui Bingchang was naturally the one in charge.
Looking at his wife's appearance, Cui Bingchang also knew it.
Although she was very rude in what she said, she was doing it for her son's good at heart.
Besides, there is no other way now. Cui Bingchang can only nod: "Pull it out!"
The dean nodded and said behind him: "Go and prepare immediately, I will pull out the needle myself!"
Arriving in front of Cui Eun-cheng, the dean took off his hospital gown and revealed the silver needle on his chest.
Half of the silver needle, as thin as a cow's hair, was inserted into Cui Encheng's body, and the other half was exposed.
The director, who had performed many surgeries and saved many lives, was actually a little nervous at this moment.
With trembling hands, he grasped the silver needle and pulled it out gently.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats.
Cui Bingchang watched the last silver needle being pulled out. He didn't know why, but his heart suddenly felt blocked.
It seems... I made an extremely wrong decision.
Tick tock! Tick tock!
Time passed by, and there was no reaction from Cui Eun-cheng on the hospital bed.
Until then, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Nurses and doctors, you look at me and I look at you, showing self-deprecating smiles.
Wu Zhen, on the other hand, looked like she had expected it.
"I've said it before, that guy is a liar, who are you trying to scare with a few broken needles?"
The dean wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Hurry up and take Mr. Cui to the CT room!"
"yes!"
Two nurses, one on the left and one on the right, were pushing the bed to leave.
The two nurses held the handle tightly and just moved the wheels of the hospital bed, taking two steps.
Bang!
Suddenly, Cui Encheng convulsed on the hospital bed, and his face turned white and red, as if he was enduring great pain.
Cui Bingchang's expression changed: "What's going on?"
"I...I don't know either!" The dean was at a loss.
He pressed Cui Euncheng's chest: "Mr. Cui? Can you hear me? Mr. Cui?"
Although Cui Eun-cheng's face was full of pain, his eyes were still closed and he did not answer.
Wu Zhen was anxious: "Let's go for a check-up first. Are we going to let my son suffer like this all the time?"
As the hospital bed moved, Cui Eun-cheng's convulsions became more and more severe.
The shaking hospital bed made a clanging sound.
In the end, it took four nurses to work together to control the bed.
From the ward to the CT room, the distance of just a few hundred meters took more than ten minutes.
When Cui Bingchang looked at his son's appearance, his heart felt like a needle pricking him.
At this moment, he could no longer remain calm.
Cui Bingchang stared at the dean fiercely: "No matter how much money you spend or what method you use, I want you to cure my son!"
Half an hour later, the results of the magnetic resonance imaging came out.
Looking at the data on the report, the dean pushed up his glasses and started to sweat.
Wu Zhen was so anxious that she stamped her feet: "You are talking, what is wrong with my son?"
"This...this..."
The dean hesitated: "After our comprehensive inspection, Mr. Cui is fine."
After saying this, even the dean himself felt guilty.
But that's the truth.
All results show that Cui Eun-cheng's body is indeed very healthy and there are no lesions.
Snap!
Wu Zhen slapped the dean directly on the face.
"Look at my son now. He doesn't look like a human or a ghost. Are you telling me that everything is healthy?"
"What did you say just now? Didn't you say that the results will be available after the CT scan?!"
The dean's glasses were slapped off, but he didn't even dare to pick them up, let alone refute.
Although Cui Bingchang was also very annoyed, he was still reasonable: "Are there any other ways to check?"
"How about trying Chinese medicine?"
After a while, two old men with gray beards walked over shakily.
The dean introduced: "These two are masters of traditional Chinese medicine specially recruited from other places by our hospital. Maybe they have a way."
"Okay, two masters, if you can cure my son, I am willing to spend 10 million to fund research on traditional Chinese medicine."
What's the point of spending a lot of money for your own son?
Two old Chinese doctors stroked their beards: "It is our duty to treat illnesses and save people, but we can only do our best."
When they came to Cui Eun-cheng, one of them first took his pulse.
The other one gently pressed Cui Eun Sung's face and carefully inspected every part.
Wu Zhen curled her lips: "Aren't Chinese doctors all lies? Can boiling water with flowers and plants help save lives?"
"If you ask me, let's charter a plane and fly abroad as soon as possible. Foreign medical skills can definitely cure it!"
Hearing this, the old Chinese doctor who checked the pulse suddenly became unhappy.
He looked serious: "If you don't believe in Chinese medicine, there is no need to treat this disease anymore. Let's take our leave."
"Master, Master," Cui Bingchang quickly persuaded him to stay, "I'm a bitch who doesn't understand, so don't worry, I believe you!"
While the two people were talking, another old Chinese medicine doctor had already examined the face and down to the chest.
The old Chinese medicine doctor stared at it for a long time, and his face changed drastically: "Old Xu, you... come here and see, this, how is this possible?!"