"If uremia is so easy to cure, I think all the doctors and nurses in our hospital will drink northwest wind from now on."
"You've tricked yourself into being in the hospital, and I don't know who gave you the courage."
"I think it's better to call security quickly and pull this person out. Don't be a lunatic who escaped from a mental hospital."
There were constant jeers in my ears. The doctors and nurses cooperated tacitly, and in just a few words they labeled Zhang Dagang a psychopath.
The director looked at Zhang Dagang's determined look, remembered Jiang Shuai's usual comments about Zhang Dagang, and gritted his teeth and agreed.
"He is not crazy. Please remove the tube from my daughter. We will not do dialysis."
Hearing his father's words, a flash of relief flashed in Jing Jing's beautiful big eyes.
The doctor didn't expect that the director would follow Zhang Dagang's mischief. He was about to stand up and curse, but was frightened by Zhang Dagang's cold eyes and sat back down on the bench.
"Haven't you ever heard that the customer is God?" Zhang Dagang said coldly: "They want to go bankrupt to come to you for treatment, but they don't want you to take their hard-earned money here."
I don’t know when it started. Doctors in these big hospitals treat patients’ family members like they are 250.
Especially the doctors at this third hospital. Thinking of Lin Zhe from last time, Zhang Dagang had no good impression of this third hospital at all.
When the doctor heard Zhang Dagang's words, he immediately became angry: "Okay, okay, since you are so capable, I won't care about the patient."
What's wrong with being a bit temperamental when a doctor treats illnesses and saves people? I'm afraid this young man has not been severely beaten by society and has experienced the dangers of the human heart.
Thinking of this, the doctor glanced at Zhang Dagang viciously and said, "Let's agree first that if anything happens to the patient, it has nothing to do with us."
After the doctor finished speaking, seeing the patient's family members nodding hesitantly, he signaled the two nurses around him to pull out all the tubes on Jingjing's body.
"Dad, let's go back, I don't want dialysis anymore."
The first dialysis session was interrupted, and a flash of joy flashed across Jingjing's face.
The director looked at the smile he had not seen for a long time on his daughter's face, and the uneasiness in his heart disappeared at this moment.
He bent down and picked up his daughter, who was wearing a hospital gown, and coaxed: "Okay, daddy will take Jingjing to the ward now. We won't do dialysis."
The doctor didn't expect that these people actually refused to provide dialysis for the child. He wanted to curse, but the moment he saw Zhang Dagang, he quickly shut his mouth.
Seeing the two people leaving with the young patient, the doctor cursed and sat back on the bench.
The young man just now looked so thin, why was he so scary!
The nurses saw that the doctor, who had always been notoriously irritable in the hospital, calmed down this time. After looking at each other, they stopped talking.
"I want to see what on earth these people are going to do?"
Probably because he couldn't stand the silence in the dialysis room and felt that he had lost face, the doctor who was doing the dialysis quietly slapped him on the table, got up angrily and walked outside.
The young nurses looked at each other and quickly followed.
For such a young child, if her family members can be persuaded, the patient may still be cured.
Even if the possibility is slim, the patient's family must be persuaded not to give up treatment.
At this time, the director had already returned to the ward with Jingjing in his arms.
Zhang Dagang took out a silver needle from his waist. The slender silver needle shone coldly under the light of the ward, making the director feel nervous.
Looking at his pale daughter on the hospital bed, the director had no choice but to suppress his worries and even looked forward to the miracles the fortune teller said.
"Jingjing, are you afraid that my brother will use this silver needle to stick into your body to treat your illness later?"
Jingjing stared at Zhang Dagang with big watery eyes, and shook her head for a while.
"Don't be afraid of Jingjing. Can brother cure Jingjing?"
Out of the human instinct to survive, Jing Jing looked at Zhang Dagang's eyes, still full of expectation.
Looking at the well-behaved child, Zhang Dagang couldn't help but feel soft in his heart, and rubbed her little face that was shriveled due to long-term malnutrition.
"Don't worry, after my brother treats you today, Jingjing will be able to go out and play with the children in a few days."
Zhang Dagang untied Jingjing's clothes while chatting with her.
When Jingjing wasn't paying attention, the silver needle wrapped in the power of the divine dragon penetrated Jingjing's sleeping point.
Soon, the still energetic Jingjing's eyelids slowly sank, and before she could finish her sentence, she fell asleep from sleepiness.
"Here, Doctor Zhang, please give her a rest?"
Zhang Dagang did not answer the director's words. He looked at Jingjing's body which was densely pricked by needles, as if he saw Jingjing being pushed on the dialysis table again and again, and her body being pricked by those needles again and again.
Zhang Dagang withdrew his gaze, and turned to look at the director: "Don't let others disturb me when I'm doing the acupuncture, otherwise something could easily happen."
The director nodded hurriedly, turned around, closed the door, and stood guard behind the door.
Zhang Dagang regained his concentration, and the silver needles in his hand buzzed and flew out from his waist.
If you look closely, you will find that those silver needles are thicker than ordinary needles, and one silver needle is fifteen centimeters long, with a hollow center.
This kind of silver needle Zhang Dagang rarely uses, but it can save lives at critical moments.
The silver needles were inserted into the acupuncture points on Jingjing's waist one by one. At first glance, the movement of the silver needles looked very strange, like the Big Dipper connected in the sky.
Zhang Dagang pierced all those silver needles into Jingjing's body. More than a dozen silver needles were densely pierced into Jingjing's slender waist. Just looking at it made people feel distressed.
Time passed by minute by second, and the silver needle had been pierced into Jing Jing's body for ten minutes in the blink of an eye.
The knocks outside the ward door became more and more urgent. Although the director was worried about his daughter, if he didn't go out, the doctor outside would tear down the door to the ward.
The moment the director opened the door, the doctor suddenly rushed in.
When he looked up, he saw that the little patient's waist was covered with silver needles.
And the man who frightened him was flicking the tails of those silver needles with his hands.
"What are you doing to our patients? Stop it immediately."
The doctor got up from the ground and went to pull Zhang Dagang without saying a word.
Before he had time to touch Zhang Dagang, the director had already hugged him tightly from behind.
"You secretly treat patients in our hospital. Are you responsible if something happens to the patient?"
The doctor screamed, and the nurses saw this and called the head nurse.
Upon learning that someone was practicing medicine illegally in her own hospital, the head nurse quickly led the security guards and strode towards the ward.
Zhang Dagang was manipulating the power of the dragon to roam around the girl's body. At this time, he could not be distracted at all. If the spiritual power in his body were to run wild, the consequences would be unimaginable.