Zhang Yiming wiped his hands and walked out, scanning the whole room indifferently, and finally set his eyes on the man.
"Your daughter is fine, let's go in."
When the man heard this, he didn't have time to thank him and rushed into the ward first.
"impossible!"
The doctor on duty's eyes widened. He knew exactly what happened just now.
The patient lost too much blood, how could he be fine?
So he rushed into the ward immediately after him. When he saw the girl regaining her vitality, his eyes widened with a look of complete disbelief.
"How is this possible?"
The director quickly walked over to the female patient and checked her physical condition. Her pulse was strong and her breathing was even. Except for the shocking wound on her left wrist, everything else seemed fine.
"A miracle, simply a medical miracle!"
The dean excitedly rushed out of the ward to look for Zhang Yiming who was rescuing the patient, but strangely enough, he couldn't find anyone.
Outside the hospital gate.
Zhang Yiming stretched out comfortably.
He didn't feel it when he saved Zhao's mother before, but now he finally feels the medical skills he has mastered and the benefits brought to him by the Immortal Lord.
"Hey, are you there?"
There was no response, Zhang Yiming shrugged.
"You are so mysterious, I wanted to thank you originally, but forget it now!"
At this moment, the entrance to the emergency room was bustling with people. As they walked out, they saw several men in black suits, quickly getting out of the car and running, shouting urgently.
"Someone come and help save this person. Where is the doctor? Inform your dean to come over!"
These people are very impatient and have stern faces. You can recognize them just by looking at them. These people are all from the military, and each one of them is a practicing master, a top master.
The leader was an old man with gray hair, looking anxious and walking in a hurry.
There was a little boy lying on the flat car, about 7 to 8 years old.
Zhang Yiming looked at his palm and thought to himself, will it be my turn to take action again so soon?
"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Let's go!"
When a group of people were passing by on a flatbed truck, Zhang Yiming also joined the helping team, checking the boy's pulse while running to diagnose the condition of the little boy.
The pulse is weak and the vitality is weakening. It is a congenital heart disease. Conventional medical methods are useless unless there is a way to prolong life.
Come to the emergency room together.
Emergency specialists are in a panic.
The old man also became red-eyed and put on the aura of a superior person.
"If any of you can save my grandson, please do it for me. If you save him, I will give you whatever you want!"
None of the doctors present dared to speak, they all lowered their heads, and they didn't dare to say this for sure.
Zhang Yiming put on a white coat from somewhere and said:
"I can cure it, let me try!"
One of the doctors looked at Zhang Yiming with disdain and warned in a low voice:
"Who are you? Please don't cause trouble at this time. Do you know what the patient's condition is?"
He didn't care so much at this time. When the old man heard that someone could save his grandson, he seemed to grasp the life-saving straw. He stepped forward and held Zhang Yiming's hand and asked:
"Can you really save my grandson?"
Zhang Yiming thought for a while.
"Congenital heart disease, I want to try it."
The old man made his decision immediately.
"If you go for treatment, no matter what the cost, you must delay the time and wait for the experts to come over."
After saying that, Zhang Yiming was pushed into the emergency room.
The doctors and nurses on duty in the emergency room were all whispering to each other.
"Do you know who the old man is outside?"
"This old man is not a simple man. He is the leader of our province, the top one!"
"It's okay after he's cured. But if he can't be saved, tsk tsk tsk, it'll be miserable."
At this time, the little boy's breath of life became weaker and weaker.
"drop"
The ECG monitor made a long, piercing beep.
There can be no further delay.
Zhang Yiming quickly rushed to the hospital bed and said firmly:
"Just save people regardless of the consequences. This is medical ethics and practice. Anyone who doesn't help will get out!"
After saying that, he quickly took out the needle of the syringe, found the acupuncture point, and inserted the needle cleanly.
Select the Xinxuan acupoint, Shixuan acupoint...
Outside the ward.
After hearing the news, the director rushed to the emergency room in a hurry.
"How is the child?"
The dean frowned and asked eagerly.
The old leader's subordinates rushed forward to greet them and said eagerly and complainingly:
"If you come a little later, the cucumber vegetables will be cold. Go and rescue them quickly!"
When the dean heard that the rescue was still going on, he was sweating profusely.
"Who is responsible for the rescue?"
The faces of the doctors on duty in the emergency department were changing, and the old leader was present. How could this be said?
When the dean saw that something was wrong in his expression, he became worried again and asked in a more serious tone:
"Say it! I'm mute!"
One of the nurses on duty said weakly:
"We don't know the person responsible for the rescue."
"What?"
The dean suddenly felt his scalp numb and almost lost his breath. He yelled angrily:
"Nonsense! How dare you let him rescue me even if I don't know you? What do you do for food?"
I don’t know...he’s not a doctor!
As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion.
Everyone was shocked.
The old leader's newly ignited hope was so good that his blood pressure soared and he almost fainted on the spot.
Suddenly the situation got out of control, and everyone was on their backs. They were busy taking care of the old leader and gave him a sedative.
Someone stepped forward and grabbed the dean by the collar, roaring angrily:
"The rescue doctor is not from your hospital?"
"Ran Tanqin, if the young master has an accident, I will ask everyone in your hospital to be buried with him!"
The dean was sweating profusely, nodded and bowed and said:
"I will take over the treatment immediately and ensure that the young master is revived."
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed to the emergency room angrily.
The director blew his beard and glared as he walked, pointing at the doctors and nurses on duty in the emergency department and said:
"I'll settle the score with you later!"
Opening the door of the emergency room, the director was about to explode when he saw that the fake doctor who was rescuing the patient was actually the person he was looking for just now.
"Stop him quickly!"
Someone overstepped his authority and gave the order.
"Don't make any noise!"
But the dean sternly scolded him and turned his head to silence the audience.
"Shut up, you all. Didn't you see the rescue?"
After the dean finished speaking, he hurriedly entered the ward. When he saw Zhang Yiming's face clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief.
When I saw that his method of rescuing people was actually acupuncture, the dean was even more shocked and had indescribable complex emotions.
First I took a look at the life monitoring equipment.
"Heartbeat and pulse are normal."
"Breathe calmly."
This result was beyond his expectation.
You know, the grandson of the old leader has a rare terminal disease in congenital heart disease, the scientific name is Ebstein's malformation. Once the disease occurs, life and death are on the line. Veteran experts who have been in the industry for decades dare not say that it is 100% sure. But what on earth does this young man in front of me have?
Did it?
"How is my grandson doing?"
The old leader came in with support from his subordinates and asked eagerly.
The dean quickly warned in a low voice.
"The young master is basically fine and all vital signs are normal."
The old leader finally relaxed, closed his eyes tightly, tears rolled down his face, and said with clasped hands:
"Ancestors bless, ancestors bless!"
The old leader’s subordinates also echoed:
"As long as it's okay, if you survive a catastrophe, you will be lucky in the future!"
At this moment, the rescuer Zhang Yiming wiped away his cold sweat and said with a wry smile:
"I am the one who saves people, okay? Do you want to thank your ancestors or not me?"
The old leader’s men glared angrily, pointed angrily at Zhang Yiming and said:
"You pretend to be a doctor, practice medicine illegally and treat diseases indiscriminately, arrest him!"
"Why!"
Before the dean had time to explain, Zhang Yiming was controlled by a group of men in black.
The old leader's eyes were sharp, and his aura as a superior was fully activated, and he said coldly: