Outside Mr. Jiang's intensive care unit, Mrs. Jiang looked at Qiao Ran, who was well armed and could not see a trace of his face. She looked at Shen Mubai with some worry and asked several questions in succession.
"Is he the rumored Dr. Joy? Why doesn't he dare to show his true face when treating patients? Is his medical skills really good?"
Shen Mubai smiled and said: "Old madam, there are too many people looking for Dr. Joy. If people see his true face, he will have endless patients every day. Dr. Joy is a person who separates work and life very well. Open people."
"I hope to have absolutely free time after work and don't want to be disturbed by others, so he is fully equipped every time he sees a doctor. But you have also seen the news about him saving a pregnant woman with twins on your mobile phone. His medical skills are definitely trustworthy. "
"Mom, Mu Bai finally brought Dr. Joy over for us. Don't scare Dr. Joy away. Let Dr. Joy go in to treat Dad!" Jiang Jianqing's son Jiang Weimin quickly advised.
"Yes, Mom, Mu Bai always does things seriously and thoughtfully, and the doctors he hires are definitely top-notch, so don't worry!" Jiang Jianqing's daughter Jiang Yun'an agreed.
"Well, without further ado, please Dr. Joy, please take care of my old man's condition." Mrs. Jiang looked at Qiao Ran with pleading eyes.
Although the old man in front of her has a head full of silver hair without a single black hair, her skin is plump and firm, announcing to outsiders that she has lived a happy, contented and prosperous life.
Those haggard eyes were filled with concern and deep love for her sick husband.
Facing such a pair of loving eyes, one couldn't bear to make her sad.
"Don't worry, madam, I will definitely do my best." Qiao Ran said in a loud and authentic voice.
When Cheng Zhiyuan rushed over, he saw several doctors walking into the intensive care unit and quickly ran over.
"Wait for me, and I..."
Cheng Zhiyuan was afraid that they would close the door and not wait for him, so he ran very fast. When the doctors behind him saw him rushing over, they all gave him way in time.
But Cheng Zhiyuan's feet seemed to be slipping and his body rushed forward.
Qiao Ran turned around and saw Cheng Zhiyuan falling toward her. She instinctively reached out to pull him, but Cheng Zhiyuan's body was still used to push him forward a few steps, and the two of them hit the wall behind them.
"Well..." Qiao Ran's back was pushed hard against the wall, and the impact and pain caused by the wound made her moan in pain.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Cheng Zhiyuan apologized, but his body was stiff and he did not get up.
Because what he felt on his chest was softness, which was not the softness that a man should have at all.
In the situation just now, if someone else had rushed up to him, Qiao Ran would have just kicked him away.
But because it was Cheng Zhiyuan, Qiao Ran reached out to block it.
Qiao Ran didn't expect that her move would make the keen Cheng Zhiyuan realize that she was a woman.
Qiao Ran pushed Cheng Zhiyuan away without much thought. The voice on the voice changer was indifferent and distant.
"It doesn't matter!"
Cheng Zhiyuan stood behind him and looked at the back of Mr. Jiang who was standing in front of Mr. Jiang's hospital bed for inspection, his heart beating wildly.
Her body is that of a woman and her voice is male. It looks like she is wearing a voice changer.
Dr. Joy, who is hailed as the world's genius doctor, is actually a woman.
She is obviously a woman, why does she cover herself up like this?
All the facilities in the ward were complete, but Qiao Ran didn't use them. Instead, she used the instruments she brought with her to observe Mr. Jiang who was in a coma for more than ten minutes. After more than ten minutes, his face suddenly became solemn.
"Immediately push Mr. Jiang into the operating room for surgery." Qiao Ran said in a solemn voice.
"Mr. Jiang has a distinguished status. You didn't even conduct a more detailed assessment and just rashly performed an operation on him. If the operation fails, we cannot afford the consequences." The dean said nervously.
"Dr. Joy was invited by Director Shen of the hospital. If anything happens, the hospital's board of directors will be responsible for it. I also believe that Dr. Joy is sure to perform this operation well. I also ask the director not to waste time treating Mr. Jiang." Cheng Zhiyuan said solemnly.
The director hesitated for a moment, nodded in agreement, and asked other doctors to push Mr. Jiang out of the intensive care unit.
"We're going to have an operation now? Doctor Joy, are you really sure? You didn't even go in for twenty minutes." Mrs. Jiang asked somewhat unacceptable.
"If there is no operation, Mr. Jiang will stop breathing in half an hour. If there is an operation, there is still a chance of survival. It is up to the old lady to decide whether to operate or not." Qiao Ran said in a solemn voice.
Faced with the fact that the love she had been with for decades was told to undergo surgery after just ten minutes of being watched, Mrs. Jiang really did not dare to take any risks.
"Half an hour? Are you a god? Can you even predict the precise time?"
Before Qiao Ran could answer, a deep and powerful voice sounded behind her.
"She is not a fairy, but her medical skills are indeed superb. She accurately predicted when Wan Qing would wake up after being in coma for three years."
"Three years ago, my mother was in critical condition and was notified of critical illness three times by the hospital. She was also rescued from hell."
"Of course, she is a doctor, not a god. Whether she can bring Mr. Jiang back safely is still unknown. After all, Mr. Jiang's age is also there."
Wen Shimo, who took off his hospital clothes and wore a black suit, stood three meters away from Qiao Ran and explained objectively.
"Mom, I believe in Dr. Joy, let's do it once!" Jiang Weimin said.
When Mrs. Jiang saw Wen Shimo speaking for Qiao Ran, she remained calm for a few seconds, nodded heavily, and watched the door of the operating room slowly close while saying goodbye reluctantly.
"Let this doctor go in, and the other staff will wait outside!" Qiao Ran pointed at Cheng Zhiyuan and said in a deep voice.
"Dr. Joy, this operation is extremely difficult, why don't you let us assist you?" the dean said.
"Are you going to bear the consequences for delaying Mr. Jiang's treatment?" Under the voice changer, Qiao Ran's voice was sharp and cold.
Being scolded by Qiao Ran, the dean did not dare to say anything more and watched the operating door close.
"If you have good medical skills, you should share them together. Hiding them like this has no medical ethics at all."
"He asked for two billion to look at Song Wanqing's legs. He was afraid that others would imitate his medical skills and lose money. People are selfish, which is understandable."
"Whether we can go in to see it or not, we will just watch it on the surveillance camera. Although it is not as realistic as the scene, we can still learn knowledge."
A group of doctors immediately ran to the monitor screen to observe the operation. They saw Qiao Ran and Cheng Zhiyuan carrying the patient to the bed. Qiao Ran walked to the computer and turned off the monitor connected to the computer. The screen went dark.
"This joy is so stingy that he turned off all the surveillance cameras."
"He is so mysterious that no one can even see his face. He must be extremely ugly to be so narrow-minded."
Outside, a group of highly qualified doctors from the hospital complained about all kinds of bad things about Qiao Ran. In the operating room, Qiao Ran took out a tool and used a razor to shave off a piece of the patient's hair.
"Dr. Joy, it has not yet been determined whether Mr. Jiang's tumor is malignant or benign. Is it risky to operate now?"
Although Cheng Zhiyuan protected Qiao Ran before, now that there are no other doctors here, Cheng Zhiyuan is also a little worried.
The tumor in Mr. Jiang's brain is too dangerous to grow.
"What is growing in Mr. Jiang's brain is not a tumor, but a false tumor formed by the accumulation of poisonous and parasitic parasites." Qiao Ran replied in a deep voice.
"Poisonous parasitic worm tumor? What kind of disease is that?" Cheng Zhiyuan asked in disbelief.
He had never heard of such a strange virus in his more than ten years of studying medicine.
"I'll explain it to you in detail later," Qiao Ran said, opening the black tool box.