Qin Feng put on his white coat while walking and walked into the emergency room in a hurry.
"Qin Feng, we all did as you asked, but the old man's heart still stopped."
"We have already used pacemakers and cardiac shots."
"But it's of no use..."
Wen Jing came over and gave a brief report on the patient's condition.
Qin Feng glanced at the old man and found that one of the three silver needles he had left on him was missing.
He pointed to his temple: "Where's the silver needle over here?"
Wen Jing was stunned for a moment: "I, I don't know, I remember he was there when I got off the car."
Her pupils were startled: "Could it be the perpetrator in the car..."
"It's important to save people."
"Other accounts will be settled later."
Qin Feng asked the medical staff to untie the old man's clothes, and with a snap of his fingers, he quickly used the Taiyi Divine Needle's Fire Burning Mountain on the old man.
This time, he didn't exactly follow the memory in his mind.
Instead, I recalled my father’s experiences and insights written in that book and tried to perform acupuncture with a different approach.
The silver needle "swished" down.
ten minutes.
Qin Feng sweated slightly on his forehead and waited for the result.
The others also stood aside, not daring to take a breath.
"Didi didi."
As the electrocardiograph resumed its beating sound, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Jing looked at Qin Feng with even more shock. He had come back to life again, he had done it again.
Qin Feng's face was expressionless, but his heart was in turmoil.
"What my father wrote about his experience is actually true?"
He couldn't believe that this acupuncture technique completely avoided his usual technique.
The old man's life was in danger. Without using his true energy, he was confident that he could save his life, but he would never recover so quickly.
This almost achieves half the effect of using infuriating energy.
"How can this be……"
Qin Feng's eyes were confused. Is his father really just a country doctor?
He absolutely didn't believe it.
Qin Feng almost subconsciously wanted to pick up the phone and ask his mother for details.
"How is the patient? Is he alive?"
The door of the emergency room was pushed open, and Jiang Wenbin walked in: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if he can't be saved, I've already prepared the funeral expenses of 200,000 yuan."
He looked relaxed, as if he had anticipated the outcome.
"It was you who pulled out the needle."
Wen Jing had a vague impression that it was this person who took the initiative to lift the head of the bed.
Only he has the opportunity to do anything.
"What's the point of removing the needle?"
Jiang Wenbin pretended not to know: "Don't talk nonsense, I have no idea what you are talking about."
He looked at a group of medical staff standing around the hospital bed.
Chang was surprised and said: "No, he's not dead, is he?"
Jiang Wenbin sighed: "Hey, what a pity, I just paid the medical bills."
"But you don't have to blame yourself. I believe you did your best."
He sneered secretly, but pretended to be sad:
"Then what? I have prepared 200,000 yuan for funeral expenses. That should be enough, right?"
"Enough."
Qin Feng stretched out his hand: "Bring me the money."
So dead!
Jiang Wenbin was overjoyed and just took out his bank card from his arms: "My condolences..."
"Give them both nutrition money."
Qin Feng took the card and handed it to Wen Jing: "Take a photo of his face and don't let him run away."
Only then did Jiang Wenbin react and turned to look at the bedside electrocardiograph.
The stable and powerful life curve on the electrocardiograph made his eyes dull for a moment.
Wen Jing and a group of people also picked up their mobile phones and quickly pressed the camera button on his face.
"Brother, there's no need for this."
As soon as Qin Feng walked out of the emergency room, Jiang Wenbin's deep voice sounded like a shadow.
He turned his head and saw Jiang Wenbin following him with a sneer: "You want to save that old man so much? How much will the hospital reward you?"
Qin Feng smiled: "If you want the old man to die so much, how much money can you get?"
"This is not a question of money. I have plenty of money."
Jiang Wenbin showed his true face: "It's just that compared to endless troubles, I prefer to be settled once and for all."
"The eldest lady doesn't like trouble either."
Qin Feng witnessed Jiang Rubing getting out of the car with his own eyes, so he didn't hide it.
"That might disappoint you."
Qin Feng smiled: "The old man will wake up in an hour. Remember to pay compensation and obtain the old man's forgiveness..."
Seeing Qin Feng turn and leave, Jiang Wenbin said coldly: "No one in Nandu can get around the Jiang family."
"Leave a thin line in your life so that we can meet each other easily in the future."
"You wish for your own good."
Qin Feng ignored him and left directly to go upstairs to see Tang Qingqian.
But as soon as he reached the elevator entrance, he saw an adult man wearing a cap and overalls striding towards him.
"The one with the surname Jiang will resort to evil tactics if he can't win?"
Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, watched the man come to his side, grabbed his hand and said, "Find a place where no one is around."
Hearing the voice, Qin Feng was slightly startled, then nodded.
The two entered the treatment room one after another. The man looked back and closed the door with his backhand.
Then he took off his hat, revealing Zhang Yonggang's face.
His hair was messy, his eyes were full of bags, and his eyes were covered with blood clots.
He put his hand into his mouth, shook it and broke off a back molar, and handed it to Qin Feng.
