The patient had yellow hair, looked to be in his twenties, and was dressed like a gangster.
The patient was so strong that he rushed towards Zhang Dagang and severely scratched Zhang Dagang's clothes with one hand.
It was only then that Zhang Da discovered that the patient's hands were really like wolf claws with long gray nails.
The sharp nails tore through his clothes. The patient stood on all fours and made a grinning expression at Zhang Dagang behind the door.
Zhang Dagang suddenly felt strange. He tried to get closer to the patient, hoping to find out whether there were also poisonous insects in his body.
But the patient was extremely defensive. As long as Zhang Dagang came within two meters of him, he would definitely pounce on Zhang Dagang.
However, the man's speed was extremely slow, so Zhang Dagang was able to hide with ease.
Zhang Dagang kept circling the patient, trying to explore the condition of his body.
Jiang Shuai stood outside the door, looking at the two people standing and squatting in the ward through the glass window, feeling worried in his heart.
A nurse was grabbed by this patient and is still comatose in the emergency room, and no reason can be found.
So no one dares to approach this patient now.
But it's not okay to keep him locked in the hospital. After all, he doesn't even know how to eat or drink.
If he died of starvation in the hospital, not to mention him as the attending doctor, even the director would probably be blamed.
Jiang Shuai was worried about Zhang Dagang, but he had to place his hope on Zhang Dagang.
Zhang Dagang was dodging the patient while trying to release the power of the dragon to suppress him.
With the suppression of the dragon's power, the patient's speed was indeed slower.
Zhang Dagang grasped the patient's wrist, pulled the gauze on the shelf with one hand, and tied the patient's hands tightly.
The patient's hands were tied and he was tied to the end of the bed. He could only lie on his back in a panic, staring at Zhang Dagang with pinpoint-sized pupils.
Zhang Dagang approached the patient, put his hand on the patient's pulse, and made a detailed diagnosis.
To his horror, the patient's pulse had stopped beating.
Zhang Dagang looked at the patient's pupils, and then continued to detect the patient's pulse.
The answer in his heart was about to come out, and Zhang Dagang was suddenly shocked.
He suddenly stood up and walked out of the ward.
"Dagang, do you see anything?" Jiang Shuai took the lead and surrounded him.
Seeing Zhang Dagang nod, Jiang Shuai breathed a sigh of relief.
When encountering this kind of patient, the traditional Chinese medicine approach is more appropriate.
"Dr. Jiang, can you take a step to speak?"
Jiang Shuai looked at Zhang Dagang's solemn expression and felt relieved again.
The two arrived at Jiang Shuai's office. After Zhang Dagang locked the door, he took two glasses of water with lingering fear and handed one to Jiang Shuai.
He took a hard sip and finally said: "The patient is already dead."
"You brat, don't joke with me at this time. What's going on?"
Seeing that Jiang Shuai didn't believe it, Zhang Dagang pulled him to sit on the sofa.
"What I say next may subvert your understanding, but I am definitely not kidding."
Zhang Dagang's solemn look made Jiang Shuai's face freeze for a moment.
His heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Dagang, is that patient really dead?" Jiang Shuai felt his scalp go numb as soon as he said this.
Jiang Shuai really couldn't figure it out. If the patient just now was really dead, how could he still move?
"Dr. Jiang, the symptoms of the patient just now are like a living death to us Chinese medicine practitioners, so we must be careful not to be caught by that patient, otherwise he will be infected."
As soon as Zhang Dagang finished speaking, Jiang Shuai stood up from the sofa with a look of worry on his face: "It's over, when the patient came today, a nurse in our emergency room was grabbed by the patient and is still unconscious.
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Hearing that someone was really scratched, Zhang Dagang couldn't help but become nervous.
He didn't know how the patient turned into a living dead, but if he was infected, it would probably be serious.
Zhang Dagang stopped being vague and let Jiang Shuai take him towards the emergency room where the nurse was.
Fortunately, the nurse was still unconscious on the bed, but her lips had turned black and blue, and dense, strange lines had grown on the wound.
Zhang Dagang put his hand on the nurse's wrist, feeling the nurse's weak beating pulse, and a pure divine dragon power poured into the nurse's body.
The nurse's body suddenly twitched, and she sat up with her body twisted in an extremely weird posture.
Both Zhang Dagang and Jiang Shuai were startled by the nurse.
Fortunately, the nurse was sitting on the bed and there was no movement again.
Zhang Dagang opened the nurse's eyes and looked at the pupils that had not shrunk to the size of a needle tip. Zhang Dagang breathed a sigh of relief.
He unplugged all the instruments plugged into the nurse's body, turned to look at Jiang Shuai and said, "Is there anything that can fix the patient? I'm afraid she will struggle too much later."
The general nodded and took out the iron chains and ropes specially prepared for insane patients in the hospital.
"Help me fix her limbs, make sure they are tight." Zhang Dagang took the two chains and ropes and took the lead in fixing the little nurse's hands on both sides of the bed.
Jiang Shuai looked at the little nurse and felt scared, but seeing that Zhang Dagang was almost tied up, he could only pull the little nurse's feet and fix them on both sides of the bed.
"She is not dead, but the reason must be found and solved before he completely turns into a living dead."
Zhang Dagang explained in a deep voice: "It's best to talk to the director about this matter. These two patients must not allow other doctors and nurses to come in, otherwise this matter will only become more and more troublesome."
When Jiang Shuai heard Zhang Dagang's words, he quickly picked up his cell phone and dialed the dean's number outside the ward.
They are just small doctors, and they have to rely on the director to make decisions when encountering such matters.
The director on the other end of the phone heard that there were actually living dead people in the hospital. He turned over on the bed impatiently and said unhappily: "Dr. Jiang, I know you are dissatisfied with having you work night shifts for the past two days, but you also
There's no need to call me in the middle of the night to scare me."
"Director, the living dead really appeared in the hospital, and a nurse was arrested. Come and take a look."
Listening to Jiang Shuai's sincere words over there, the dean sneered disdainfully: "Dr. Jiang, we are now in the age of science. As a doctor who studies Western medicine, don't give me the crooked ways of doing Chinese medicine."
The dean listened to Jiang Shuai on the other end of the phone but still refused to give up and hung up the phone speechlessly.
"Yanqing, what's wrong?"
Seeing his wife hugging him sleepily, the dean patted her back comfortingly: "It's nothing, he's just an idiot doctor in the hospital. Let's sleep some more."