At the same time, the entire emergency room of Jinling Hospital was in chaos.
An hour ago, Wang Ziyi's condition was still very stable, but now the situation has turned into a critical illness.
Various life indicators fell directly into dangerous areas, and some indicators even kept popping out of red indicator numbers.
The huge sound of sensation kept coming, making people feel upset.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"Aren't you doing well just now?"
"Why did it suddenly become like this?"
Huarong, who had just eaten half of the lunch box, rushed to the front, with a solemn look on her pretty face, and she quickly said, "What's wrong with it?"
"This...we don't know what's wrong!"
"We have been staring at the patient, and no one has touched her body. All kinds of medicines were injected as you told me."
"Maybe the patient's ability is very poor, but what's going on with this sudden cliff-like decline?"
"Director Hua, we must have surgery immediately and we can't delay it..."
The doctors present were all sweating all over and kept giving their own suggestions.
Everyone knows how troublesome it would be if Wang Wenbin's daughter died here.
"The situation is too dangerous, and it's very risky to have surgery now..."
Huarong stared at the data with an ugly expression. After a moment, she glanced at the corner of her eyes.
She rushed over and said, "Blood transfusion? Who gave the patient a blood transfusion?"
"Isn't this a mess?"
"Don't you know that the patient is a martial arts practitioner?"
"Rash blood transfusion will make her internal breathing in her body chaotic and the situation will be even more dangerous!"
Speaking of this, Huarong suddenly pulled down the plasma bag, but when he saw that only half of the plasma was left inside, Huarong still felt a little dizzy.
"this......"
"We don't know..."
"We all followed the doctor's advice and injected the medicine here one by one!"
"Unless someone deliberately put a bag of plasma..."
"Will the nurse get the wrong medicine when dispensing it?"
Several doctors looked at each other, all of them looked confused.
After Huarong looked at the plasma bag a few times, he held Wang Ziyi's pulse for a moment before he let out a sigh: "Fortunately, the problem is not serious."
"As long as there is a martial arts master taking action now and calming Miss Wang's inner breath, everything should return to normal."
"But, thank you for your hard work in Divine Doctor Sun!"
After Huarong made a judgment, he said to Sun Xiaohong in the ward: "Doctor Sun, please help the patient calm down his breath. We will arrange for the doctor to perform surgery immediately."
Sun Xiaohong's face turned pale, and her nurse's uniform was instantly wet with cold sweat.
She didn't speak at this moment, but she regretted it was almost vomiting blood.
Half an hour ago, she was afraid that she would not be able to solve anything during the operation, so she made up her mind and remembered what Ye Hao said that he could not have blood transfusions, so she secretly added a bag of plasma to Wang Ziyi.
I originally thought that Wang Ziyi would be burping directly, but I didn't expect that Wang Ziyi was lucky and not only did not die, but also became critically ill.
This is equivalent to putting her, Doctor Sun on the table.
At this moment, Sun Xiaohong regretted it so much that her intestines were blue!
She wanted to slap herself, why did she add the blood bag with a fascination?
If not, she might have already obtained 100 million now...