"Master, the male owner of this family came to me to treat his daughter's strange disease. Who knew that when we came back, we would see this boy abusing the girl..."
Seeing that Zhang Dagang had arrived, the old man seemed to have a backbone, so he quickly told what had happened: "But why does that girl seem to be possessed by evil spirits? Even a man as big as Wang Quan can't hold her back."
"What have you been possessed by?" Zhang Dagang opened the door of the Rainbow Room with a strange look on his face.
The originally tidy boudoir was in a mess, and there was still a large amount of blood stains on the bed.
"That girl was so stubborn that she finally committed suicide by cutting her wrists." The old man sighed: "But fortunately, she still had breath and was sent to the hospital."
Zhang Dagang was frightened by what he said, but since Rainbow is not dead, there is still room for maneuver in this matter.
The doorbell rang outside, and as soon as Zhang Dazang opened the door, he saw Liu Yun, who was holding on to the door frame with a flushed face from exhaustion.
"Brother, why are you calling me here so urgently?" Liu Yun rushed over on Zhang Dagang's battery car, his wet hair sticking tightly to his face.
Seeing her like this, Zhang Dagang felt distressed and helped her smooth her hair: "It's nothing serious. Fortunately, you girl is lucky. Let's go to the hospital first."
By the time the three people arrived, Caihong had already been pushed into the ICU ward.
"Medical Saint, the doctor said that Rainbow's will to survive is too weak. If she cannot wake up within 24 hours, she is very likely to become a vegetative state."
When Wang Quan saw the old man coming, he grabbed the old man's arm tightly as if he had grasped a life-saving straw: "Does the Medical Saint have any good ideas?"
When the old man heard this question, he subconsciously looked at Zhang Dagang.
Neither traditional Chinese medicine nor Western medicine can play a big role in a patient's survival consciousness.
But the old man felt that Zhang Dagang must have some way to wake up the patients inside.
"Uncle Quan, what's going on?" Zhang Dagang didn't know what the patient's condition was, so he could only ask what was going on in front of him.
"Dr. Zhang, this is our family matter. It's already stressful enough now, so I won't bother you with it." Wang Quan's tone was dejected. Even the medical saint couldn't do anything about it. Does his daughter really have to resign herself to fate?
Wang Quan sat back on the bench outside the ward in despair.
Aunt Hua looked at Zhang Dagang with tears in her eyes: "Today we went to pick up the Medical Saint and asked Xiao He, that beast, to take care of Caihong at home. He actually had evil intentions towards Caihong. Caihong woke up without knowing why. He couldn't think about it.
He committed suicide."
As Aunt Hua spoke, two lines of clear tears fell down her smooth cheeks: "We only have one daughter, Caihong. If Caihong is gone, how will we survive?"
Aunt Hua couldn't help but squatted on the ground and started to cry.
Wang Quan's heart softened when he cried. He stood up, hugged her and sat on the bench, comforting her softly.
"Master, my apprentice owed Wang Quan a great favor. Do you think you can help him?"
The old man was quite anxious when he saw this scene: "My old man is most afraid of owing others favors. Master, if you can cure it, you can do me a favor."
"Yes, brother, they are so pitiful. Yun'er feels so uncomfortable." Liu Yun covered his chest, feeling more and more depressed.
"Okay, you ask them to move Rainbow to an ordinary single ward, and I can wake her up." Zhang Dagang was extremely sure, and he turned to look at Liu Yun: "Yun'er, you will come in with me later.
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Zhang Dagang's words made the old man feel happy immediately. Not only could he return the favor, but he could also learn more skills from his master. It was like killing two birds with one stone.
When the medical sage spoke, Wang Quan directly contacted Caihong's chief physician without thinking.
"Are you kidding? The patient is in a critical moment right now. If you move her to a general ward, isn't this harming the patient?"
The attending doctor was immediately unhappy when he heard this.
Although the girl would never wake up again according to their diagnosis, the ICU ward cost more than 10,000 yuan for twenty-four hours, so he got a lot of commission.
A look of confusion flashed across Wang Quan's face.
Zhang Dagang, who followed in, could see Xiao Jiujiu in the doctor's eyes at a glance.
The old man naturally noticed it. He glanced at the displeasure in the eyes of the master next to him, and secretly wrote down the attending doctor's work badge.
At this time, the attending physician did not know that his career had come to an end, but he still looked considerate of his patients.
"Doctor, it's better to transfer my child out. If anything happens, we will be responsible for it ourselves." Wang Quan had a bitter look on his face. It was obvious that this choice made him extremely embarrassed.
"Why are you, the patient's family members, so stubborn? The results will be available in 24 hours, so you can't wait any longer?"
The attending physician's face became even more ugly, and he reprimanded Wang Quan with a distressed look: "I really don't know whether that child is your own or one you picked up. You can't even bear to stay in the ICU ward."
Seeing Wang Quan clenching his fists more and more tightly, Zhang Dagang chuckled: "How much can you lift in twenty-four hours? How about forty-eight hours."
Zhang Dagang's words struck a chord with the attending doctor.
The attending doctor slapped the case in his hand on the table, pointed at Zhang Dagang's nose angrily and yelled: "Who are you? Are you the one who instigated the patient's family to give up the observation? If something happens to the patient, what will happen to the patient?"
Can you afford the responsibility?"
Zhang Dagang shook his head: "Your diagnosis is that the patient has become a vegetative state and has no chance of waking up."
He picked up the case that the attending doctor had dropped on the table and took a look at it. Zhang Dagang had never studied Western medicine, and he couldn't understand the case, so he could only hand it to the old man.
Wang Quan's eyes fell on the face of the attending doctor, and a trace of suspicion flashed inside.
At this time, many patients and nurses had gathered outside the door of the attending doctor's office.
"Do you know how many families you will burden with huge debts just for this commission?"
The old man looked at the case in his hand for a long time, then threw the case on the attending doctor's face.
The corners of his mouth were trembling with anger: "A doctor's bounden duty is to save lives and heal the wounded, not to benefit oneself at the expense of others. If doctors are like you, what kind of angels in white are they?"
The crutch in the old man's hand hit the floor angrily, making a thumping sound.
"What do you know, old man? Compared with the money to stay in the ICU ward, who doesn't want to live? Do you think that all poor people like you who can't bear the money can just stay at home and wait to die if they can't afford to live in the ICU?"
The attending doctor held up his own gold-rimmed glasses that had slipped off after being hit: "If you don't have money, you don't have money. Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf here? You dare to come to the hospital for treatment if you don't have money. It's really unlucky."
As soon as the attending doctor finished speaking, Wang Quan's fist hit him hard in the face.
