"Huh? Lao Zhao, you said this guy is the so-called miracle doctor that Director Huang recommended to the hospital to hire? And he is also a traditional Chinese medicine doctor? So young? Isn't this nonsense?!"
"Huang Bida, you are crazy! What kind of things are you recommending to the hospital! This guy is not even older than my son, but he is a miracle doctor? And he also enjoys the treatment of a director? Don't just do whatever you want just because you are the dean's favorite disciple!
"
"You brat, let go of Mr. Tian and get out!"
These experts, instigated by Zhao Yutian, became extremely angry. On the one hand, they ridiculed Huang Bida, and on the other hand, they attacked Ye Fengyun.
Zhao Yutian smiled proudly.
Among them, two vice presidents in charge of specific business also had gloomy faces. They glared at Huang Bida and shouted: "You have to give us an explanation!"
Huang Bida ignored everyone, looked at Ye Fengyun and said, "Doctor Ye, what are you doing?"
Ye Fengyun ignored everyone even more. After feeling his pulse, he said to Huang Bida: "The patient can still be saved."
"You said the patient can still be saved? Does that mean he's not dead yet?" Huang Bida exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, the patient is not dead yet! There is still hope!" Ye Fengyun said decisively.
"Fart! The instrument has already shown that the patient has no heartbeat. You kid, you still dare to talk nonsense and say that the patient is not dead? What the hell are you talking about!"
"That's right! You stinky boy, stop trying to impress people here and get out of here!"
"That's rubbish. We are all veteran doctors who have been practicing for decades. Can't we even see the dead?"
"Huang Bida, is this the miracle doctor you invited? I think he is mentally retarded!"
Everyone jeered and scolded.
Zhao Yutian even sneered: "If you want to grandstand, that's not how you do it!"
Ye Fengyun glanced at these so-called experts and sneered in his heart, but he didn't argue with them.
"Shut up, everyone!"
Suddenly, Huang Bida shouted angrily: "Since you said that Mr. Tian has passed away, and Dr. Ye said that Mr. Tian can still be cured, why don't we let Dr. Ye try it? What's the worst that can happen?"
"Haha, what you said is very light! The person is obviously dead, and you still say such things! Who is this kid? He dares to overturn our judgment. Does it mean that we are all vegetarians?"
"That's right, I think this kid has evil intentions and wants to do something to the patient!"
"Damn it, let this kid get lost!"
Everyone became angry and shouted.
Huang Bida was so angry at everyone's attitude that he gasped heavily.
At this moment, Zhao Yutian suddenly sneered and said: "Everyone, since this kid is trying to flatter everyone by saying that Mr. Tian is not dead yet, you might as well let him try to treat him! If this kid is not cured, isn't it Director Huang's responsibility?"
"Huh? What do you mean, Lao Zhao?" someone asked.
"Since Director Huang unconditionally believes in this kid, let him try the treatment. If the patient is not saved by him, Director Huang, can you guarantee that you will be responsible for any negative events?" Zhao Yutian looked at Huang Bida.
He sneered sinisterly.
Zhao Yutian hated Huang Bida very much. At this time, he did this deliberately, just to use this incident to suppress Huang Bida.
When Huang Bida heard what Zhao Yutian said, he was also alert. This old Zhao was quite cruel and actually used such words to tease him.
If Ye Fengyun is not revived, he will be responsible for any negative things that happen, which makes him hesitant...
His eyes immediately looked at Ye Fengyun, and he asked in a low voice: "Miracle Doctor Ye, can the old man really be cured?"
Ye Fengyun looked at everyone and sneered: "The patient still has five minutes of rescue time. If you continue to make noise here, even if the Great Luo Immortal comes, there will be no way to save him!
As doctors, you should do your best to treat patients. Even if the patient has a glimmer of hope, you should not give up!
And what do you do? Apart from chattering here, insulting each other, and shirking responsibilities, do you still have half the demeanor of a doctor?"
Being scolded by Ye Fengyun in this way, everyone's faces turned red, but their eyes glared at Ye Fengyun angrily and yelled: "You are a young boy, what qualifications do you have to criticize us!"
Hearing what Ye Fengyun said, Huang Bida immediately stood up with his chest raised and said: "Now, let Dr. Ye treat the old man. If there is any accident or any responsibility, it will be my responsibility, Huang Bida! Dr. Ye, you only have to
Discipline! Let me see what kind of trouble can come from a 'dead man'!"
Hearing Huang Bida's words, Ye Fengyun nodded and expressed his admiration for Huang Bida's generous attitude.
Then, Ye Fengyun immediately removed the oxygen masks, monitoring tubes, etc. that were inserted into the patient's body...
When everyone saw Ye Fengyun doing this, they all shouted: "Boy, didn't you say that the old man can still be saved? How can you keep the patient alive after you have torn off all the instruments that maintain life signs?"
Ye Fengyun glanced at them and said coldly: "In your eyes, the old man is already dead, so what does it matter if you tear it off or not? Besides, when I treat a disease, do I need you to point your fingers at me? Shut up.
Mouth!"
"you……!"
Everyone looked at Ye Fengyun angrily, and their hearts exploded with anger.
"Okay, okay... let this kid mess around, and I'll see if he can bring the dead back to life! I'll show you your true colors later, and you'll be embarrassed!"
"Damn it, a grandstanding boy wants to save a dead person, it's really ridiculous!"
"A piece of trash!"
"..."
Zhao Yutian sneered even more. He was thinking in his heart that as long as this kid couldn't save Mr. Tian, he would find a way to make Huang Bida take the responsibility. In that case, Huang Bida would not be qualified to compete with him for the vice president!
Thinking of this, Zhao Yutian was very happy and looked at Ye Fengyun with eyes full of sarcasm.
Ye Fengyun tore off the instruments, then took off Mr. Tian's clothes. Then he took out a small cloth bag from his body and took out the silver needle...
When everyone saw Ye Fengyun taking out the silver needle and seemed to be giving acupuncture to the patient, they all laughed sarcastically.
"Holy crap, it turns out this guy is a Chinese medicine doctor! He actually uses silver needles to save people who are dying. It's really ridiculous!"
"I have lived for thirty years, and I have never seen anyone use acupuncture to treat a dying person!"
"Besides, Mr. Tian is already dead, and he still uses silver needles to give Mr. Tian acupuncture. It's really funny."
Everyone was ridiculing, but Ye Fengyun didn't care at all.
Huang Bida looked at everyone coldly, but watched Ye Fengyun perform the acupuncture with burning eyes, praying secretly in his heart: Doctor Ye, this is your first battle in our hospital, you must succeed! If you succeed, then you
But it creates a miracle!
Ye Fengyun took off his gloves, held a silver needle, and then circulated his Qi, drawing across the silver needle.
The silver needle was sterilized.
He immediately inserted the silver needle into an acupuncture point in Mr. Tian's heart...
But just when Ye Fengyun was about to pierce the silver needle, a woman's angry shout came over: "You bitch, my dad has left, and you still stab my dad with a needle. You are so vicious! You
Get out of here!"
Hearing this angry shout, Ye Fengyun flicked the silver needle in his hand and almost missed the spot.
But when he saw a woman, she rushed over like a madman and wanted to push Ye Fengyun away.
And Ye Fengyun also said coldly: "If you want your father to die, then just push me away!!"