Director Wang looked at Du Chun, who seemed to be going crazy, and sighed in his heart.
A good person was driven crazy by such a young man who was only seeking fame.
Just when he was about to say something, Du Chun quickly walked up to the injured person, lowered his head and stared at the injured person's heart with surprise on his face.
"Old Wang, come here quickly." Du Chun waved his hand without looking back and said in an excited tone.
"Huh?" Director Wang was stunned. What's so interesting about a dead person?
However, Du Chun was the dean after all. When the dean called, he could only walk over patiently.
"Look here." Du Chun pointed toward the wounded man's heart, with a bright smile on his face.
"This is..." Director Wang's pupils shrank and his expression suddenly changed.
"Why is there a golden needle? Could it be that the injured person was stabbed to death by a golden needle."
Du Chun immediately rolled his eyes and shook his head disdainfully.
"What are you talking about, Lao Wang, this golden needle is definitely my master... it is used by Mr. Lin to save people."
"Save the person? But the person is already dead?" Director Wang shook his head helplessly. Why is it that now, Dean Du is still unwilling to accept this reality?
"Impossible. Since Mr. Lin has taken action, there is no reason why he cannot be saved. I want to check carefully." Du Chun said, suddenly leaning down and carefully checking the condition of the injured.
"I said, Dean, the instrument has already shown that the vital signs have disappeared. What else can you check? Isn't it more accurate than the instrument's display?"
Du Chun did not speak, but suddenly put his head on the injured man's chest and listened carefully.
"Alas." Director Wang looked at it and shook his head.
Du Chun frowned and listened intently, as if trying to find a trace of life on the body of the deceased.
However, more than ten minutes passed, and the deceased showed no reaction at all. Du Chun's extremely determined heart began to waver.
Could it be that he thought wrong? Master really couldn't save him?
As time passed by, Du Chun's disappointment became more and more intense, and in the end he couldn't help but sigh.
"It seems that this person is really dead." Du Chun slowly raised his head with a look of despair.
"Huh?" Just when his ears were about to leave the deceased's chest, an extremely weak heartbeat suddenly entered Du Chun's ears.
Du Chun's movements suddenly stopped, and then his eyes widened sharply.
People are alive, people are still alive!
"Haha, what did I say! How could the person treated by Mr. Lin die?" Du Chun jumped up happily.
"Rescue, prepare to rescue!" Du Chun suddenly shouted excitedly toward the outside.
"Dean Du!" Director Wang couldn't stand it anymore, "Stop making trouble, the person is already dead!"
Du Chun grabbed Director Wang excitedly and said, "Old Wang, let me tell you, this man still has a heartbeat!"
"Dean, you..."
Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, Du Chun had already turned his face and started giving instructions to the medical staff who came in.
"Reconnect the instrument and prepare the first rescue plan."
The medical staff glanced at Du Chun strangely, and then moved with helpless expressions.
Although they all witnessed the patient's death with their own eyes, the director said that they could only follow suit again.
Soon, all the instruments and rescue facilities were ready. Du Chun changed into surgical clothes and then smiled at Director Wang.
"Old Wang, I will do this rescue myself!"
"Oh, it's up to you." Director Wang sighed softly. Du Chun was determined to play, so what else could he say.
After waving to Dr. Hu, the two of them walked out unhappily.
"Doctor, is my husband saved again?" As soon as Director Wang came out, the patient's family members immediately came forward with joy on their faces. Although they didn't know what was going on inside, the medical staff hurried in again, which was enough to explain everything.
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However, Director Wang's words immediately extinguished their newly raised hopes.
"Have you ever seen someone come back from the dead? It's better to prepare for the funeral."
"What!" The woman collapsed on the ground again.
In the intensive care unit, Du Chun had already started to direct the medical staff with a serious face to start rescue according to the plan.
The medical staff were operating with numb expressions, rescuing a dead person. How could they be passionate? However, the director was right next to them, so they did not dare to skip any steps. Everything was done step by step.
Du Chun, on the other hand, stared nervously at the vital signs curve on the instrument, looking forward to a miracle.
A minute passed.
Ten minutes have passed.
Thirty minutes have passed.
An hour passed.
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Du Chun stared stupidly at the instrument that had not changed at all. His expression started with confidence, but gradually became uneasy, and finally became despairing.
"Did I hear it wrong? Is that extremely weak heartbeat sound my auditory hallucination?"
As for the medical staff, after an hour of rescuing, everyone had a hint of exhaustion on their faces, but the director didn't say anything. They still had to continue the rescuing work at hand. However, everyone had a little more dissatisfaction and resistance in their hearts.
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Anyone who does meaningless and useless work is probably unwilling to do so.
"What's going on? What's going on?" Du Chun sat down on the bench next to him and seemed to have aged several years.
A head nurse turned her head and was about to ask Du Chun if she wanted to stop rescuing her. But before she could open her mouth, her eyes accidentally glanced at the display of the instrument and she suddenly froze.
"Du, Dean Du," the head nurse suddenly shouted as if she had seen a ghost.
"Look, look, look!" The head nurse pointed at the instrument excitedly, with a look of disbelief on her face.
Du Chun was startled, then stood up suddenly and turned his attention to the display instrument.
After just one glance, Du Chun's pupils suddenly swelled, and then the flesh on his face trembled with excitement.
"Haha, what did I say, what did I say! Hurry up and rescue, speed up the rescue!"
At this moment, all the medical staff noticed the slightly convex curve on the instrument, and their hearts were shocked at the same time!
"How is this possible? Really resurrected from the dead?" The medical staff were all dumbfounded and even forgot about the rescue work at hand.
"What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and rescue him!" Du Chun stood beside him and cursed happily with a smile.
"Ah, rescue, rescue quickly!" The medical staff who responded seemed as if all their previous fatigue had flown away, and they were engaged in the intense rescue work with high spirits, and there was a hint of excitement in the corners of their eyes.
Being able to personally complete a resurrection experience is enough to be a lifelong pride for medical staff like them.
More than an hour later, outside the intensive care unit, other patients and family members who had been watching the excitement had all returned to the ward.
The boredom of waiting for a long time had already exceeded their inner curiosity, and the corridor became quiet again.
The patient's family members, supported by their son Xiaohong, sat on the seats at the door, their eyes dull and gray.
Director Wang and Doctor Hu did not leave because Du Chun was still inside, but the impatient expressions on their faces were very obvious.
"Teacher, how long will it take for Dean Du to do this?" Doctor Hu said helplessly.
Director Wang said nothing, frowned slightly, and then let out a long breath.
"No more nonsense, I'll go in and call them out."
With that said, Director Wang was about to go in and call someone, but as soon as he reached the door, the door of the intensive care unit suddenly opened.