Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 758
Mr. Zhang beat the wall hard, and cursed bitterly: "Damn the driver! If something happens to my dad, I will kill him!" At the end of his speech, his face was grim.

The driver didn't dare to say anything when he heard the words. He knew that a person like Mr. Zhang could really do such a thing.

operating room.

Zhao Yifan has already started to rescue the fourth seriously injured person.

He sorted each person according to the severity of their injuries.

Hands up and down.

After the silver needles fell on the seriously wounded, Zhao Yifan was in the process of acupuncture, and more and more doctors gathered around him.

From the beginning, there were only Tang Yuntao, Dean Feng, and Zhao Xiaobo, and now there are seven or eight doctors, all holding their breath, standing by, watching intently.

Everyone's faces were superimposed with expressions of admiration and shock.

Because the song "Silver Needle Saves People" that Zhao Yifan revealed in the emergency room today really shocked and admired them.

Whether it's a Western doctor like Zhao Xiaobo, or an old Chinese doctor like Dean Feng.

Zhao Yifan's medical skills simply overturned their impression of Chinese medicine, and at the same time, opened a new door in front of their eyes.

Dean Feng was the one who was most deeply moved by this point.

He has been immersed in Chinese medicine for decades, and his reputation in Qingzhou's Chinese medicine circle is only slightly lower than that of Tang Yuntao. He thinks that he already knows Chinese medicine very well.

But what Zhao Yifan revealed today really made Dean Feng astonished, admired, and ashamed.

To my astonishment, Chinese medicine is not only no worse than Western medicine in rescuing the seriously injured, but it is much better than Western medicine!
What I admire is that Zhao Yifan is so young, but his medical skills are so superb.

What I am ashamed of is that I have been a little too complacent all these years?

The thinking of Zhao Xiaobo and others is somewhat similar to that of Dean Feng.

Zhao Yifan's medical skills made Zhao Xiaobo and others suddenly discover that Chinese medicine, which they have always looked down upon and considered inferior to Western medicine, is actually not as bad as they thought.

in contrast.

The magic of the medical skills of Chinese medicine is far beyond their imagination!

It is really too appropriate to describe Chinese medicine as broad and profound.

After a few minutes of acupuncture, Zhao Xiaobo and others had already gained experience. After seeing Zhao Yifan put away his hands, they all subconsciously looked at the vital signs monitor next to them.

The above data shows that all indicators of the wounded are recovering in a positive direction.

"Amazing!"

"Teacher Zhao's medical skills are really amazing!"

Zhao Xiaobo and the others thought to themselves.

"next."

Zhao Yifan put away his hands, and said to Tang Yuntao beside him, he took the lead to walk outside, Zhao Xiaobo and others standing around immediately moved out of the way, and after Zhao Yifan walked out, they all followed behind him .

bang.

The door outside the emergency room was pushed open forcefully from the outside.

Mr. Zhang and the driver rushed in.

Strictly speaking, only Zhang always rushed in. As for the driver, he was out of helplessness. He couldn't. The boss rushed in. He was still standing outside, right?
"Doctor, doctor."

Mr. Zhang was stunned when he saw Zhao Yifan and a dozen other doctors gathered together. Immediately afterwards, he rushed over anxiously and said, "How is my father? Is his life in danger?"

After waiting outside for almost an hour, there was still no news from his father. Mr. Zhang couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't wait any longer, so he rushed in!
"what are you doing?"

Dean Feng frowned, and said dissatisfiedly: "This is the emergency room, go outside and wait."

"sorry."

The driver hurriedly stepped forward, apologized for Mr. Zhang and explained: "Our boss is really worried about the situation of the old man, so he rushed in. Doctors, please understand, as a child, you are always very worried at this time. sorry Sorry."

Dean Feng's expression softened a bit, and he said, "We are in the process of rescue. If there is any situation, we will let you know as soon as possible."

Regarding his very official answer, Mr. Zhang would naturally not be satisfied, and said repeatedly: "Which operating room is my dad in? How is his condition now? Can you let me take a look? Doctor, I promise not to go in. I'll just stand at the door and take a look, okay?"

Zhao Yifan glanced at him, did not say a word, turned around and walked into the next operating room, Tang Yuntao, Zhao Xiaobo and others also walked in, leaving only Dean Feng outside.

After hesitating for a while, Dean Feng could see it. If Mr. Zhang didn't take a look, he probably wouldn't give up. Dean Feng said, "Come with me."

"Thank you." Mr. Zhang was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurried over.

"...You all get out of the way and let Mr. Zhao rescue the wounded."

Zhang Zong and the driver passed by the operating room that Zhao Yifan and others had just entered, and heard this voice coming from inside. He subconsciously glanced at the doctor next to the operating table, stepped aside, and Zhao Yifan stood over.

"Are you Dean Feng?"

The driver walked beside Dean Feng and whispered, "I've seen you before."

"Well. I am."

Dean Feng subconsciously glanced at the driver when he heard the words, and felt that he was still a little familiar, but he saw too many people every day. Chang basically won't remember each other.

"President Feng."

Mr. Zhang quickened his pace, came to the side of Dean Feng, and asked, "That Mr. Zhao, is he very good at medicine?"

"Yes."

Dean Feng didn't think too much when he heard the words, nodded and said: "Several of the wounded who were seriously injured, comatose and in shock were all rescued by Mr. Zhao just now... Well, here, your father is in this operating room, you stand Just take a look at the door, don't go in and disturb the doctor's rescue."

He stopped at the door of an operating room.

President Zhang hurriedly looked inside when he heard the words. With the help of the high-brightness incandescent lamp in the operating room, he saw the old man laying motionless on the operating table with his eyes closed. There were several tubes on his body, and the two doctors were busy concentrating on Standing next to the operating table for rescue.

"Mr. Zhang, don't get excited, calm down."

Seeing Mr. Zhang's face turning pale, the driver quickly supported him and comforted him in a low voice.

Dean Feng can also understand Mr. Zhang's mood at this moment. No matter who he is, he will be as nervous as Mr. Zhang.

He stood by and waited for a few minutes before urging in a low voice: "Okay, you guys go out!"

"Thank you, Dean Feng."

The driver hurriedly said to Dean Feng.

"You're welcome."

Dean Feng waved his hand, thinking about going to another operating room to see how Zhao Yifan could be rescued.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, let's go out first, we can't help you here, we can only distract the doctors, so just wait outside, okay?"

The driver gently tugged the distraught Mr. Zhang while softly persuading him.

Mr. Zhang was half-pulled and half-dragged by the driver, and walked a few steps outside, followed by Dean Feng.

"hiss……"

"so amazing!"

"Ms. Zhao's medical skills are really amazing."

"The vital signs of this wounded man were all in the dangerous range just now. After Mr. Zhao came, he was cured with a few silver needles..."

In the operating room next to it, there were voices of people talking.

Mr. Zhang was shocked immediately, shook off the driver's hand, and stared at the operating room intently.

Zhao Yifan walked out first, Tang Yuntao, Zhao Xiaobo and others followed behind him, and several doctors were talking in low voices as they walked.

"Doctor Zhao."

Mr. Zhang took a stride and stopped Zhao Yifan.

Zhao Yifan frowned, and looked at him in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"Please."

Mr. Zhang repeatedly begged and said: "Save my dad first!" His father is getting old, and Mr. Zhang doesn't know the extent of his injury at present, but it is definitely not serious—otherwise, he would not be on the operating table.

Mr. Zhang saw with his own eyes just now that Zhao Yifan led the crowd into the operating room, and now, a group of them walked out so quickly. Coupled with the discussion just heard, this is enough to prove that Zhao Yifan's medical skills must be very good .

"Which is your father?"

Zhao Yifan asked casually.

"In the innermost operating room."

When Mr. Zhang heard this, he was a little excited, thinking that Zhao Yifan had agreed.

"Okay, I get it now."

Zhao Yifan nodded, bypassed Mr. Zhang, and walked to the next operating room. Mr. Zhang could see clearly that Zhao Yifan had no intention of going to the operating room where his father was. Going up to Zhao Yifan, he said repeatedly: "Doctor Zhao, can you save my dad first?"

"Don't worry."

Zhao Yifan could understand his mood, and said casually: "I know it in my heart!" He really didn't just say it casually. When he entered the emergency room, Zhao Yifan used his spiritual sense to observe the wounded who were being rescued there. up.

Although Mr. Zhang's father was the oldest among the wounded, his injuries were the lightest. Therefore, Mr. Zhang's father was ranked last in Zhao Yifan's plan.

"You save my dad first!"

Seeing Zhao Yifan's "perfunctory" attitude, Mr. Zhang couldn't help getting excited immediately, and grabbed Zhao Yifan.

"what are you doing?"

Tang Yuntao immediately became unhappy when he saw this, and stared at Mr. Zhang dissatisfied.

"Let go of Dr. Zhao."

"Do you understand the rules?"

"Get out quickly, don't delay the rescue here."

When Zhao Xiaobo and other doctors saw this, they also reprimanded Mr. Zhang.

"Didn't I tell you?"

Zhao Yifan raised his brows, and said patiently, "I know in my heart, I will definitely save your father, what are you in a hurry for?"

This sentence, what are you in a hurry, made Mr. Zhang even more excited, and he blurted out: "Of course you are not in a hurry, and it's not your father!"

(End of this chapter)