The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 128 Is the Medical Center Curing the Dead?

Chapter 120 IX The Medical Center Cured the Dead?

Ye Fan didn't pay much attention to Tang Ruoxue's emotions, all his attention fell on his unconscious father.

After Song Hongyan and the others checked Ye Wujiu and confirmed that he was not in danger, Ye Fan sent him back to the hospital so that he could take care of his father every day.

Ye Wujiu is fine and still in a coma, Ye Fan thinks it's better for him to stare.

For this reason, he threw away his usual style of occasional diagnosis and treatment, and began to receive patients from morning to night, hoping to save up seven pieces of white awns to treat his father as soon as possible.

For three days in a row, Ye Fan saw nearly a hundred patients and was so tired that he was about to vomit blood, but there were only three white awns, almost all of them were patients with minor illnesses and pains.

Ye Fan thinks about a few intractable diseases and it will be fine.

During a break on the way, Ye Fan also checked the local news, and found that Rongai Hospital was on the headlines.

A family member of a patient complained that the medical staff only cared about taking group photos, regardless of the patient's dying condition, and finally caused the patient's death due to a two-hour delay.

The hospital was ordered to rectify, Bai Jiaxin was imprisoned, and the relevant personnel were either arrested or had their licenses revoked.

Jin Ningbing was also parachuted by the Medical Bureau to be the dean.

Ye Fan guessed that the relationship between himself and Ma Qianjun could not be separated from Ma Jiacheng's operation through Jin Ningbing.

When Ye Fan put away his phone with a smile, a thin old man ran over, covered his stomach and shouted to Ye Fan:
"Doctor Ye, my name is Wang Rulin. I have a stomachache. The pain has lasted for several days. No matter how much medicine I take, it doesn't help."

Ye Fan found that Wang Rulin was about 60 years old, and looked very thin and weak, but his eyes were shining and his palms had many calluses.

This is a Lianjiazi, and a Lianjiazi with extraordinary skills.

Ye Fan made a judgment, but he didn't care. He stretched out his hand to feel the pulse, and then smiled:
"It's not a problem, it's just that the stomach is damaged and diarrhea occurs."

He prescribed a prescription for Wang Rulin: "Take it home and take it for three days, rest for three days, and you will be fine."

"Doctor Ye, I am now moving bricks to support my family. I will rest for three days, and I will lose my job."

The old man looked distressed: "They all said that you are good at acupuncture, why don't you give me acupuncture and let me recover quickly? I can pay a little more money."

"That's it, okay, I'll give you acupuncture."

Ye Fan finally nodded: "It can make you feel better for two days."

Wang Rulin was overjoyed and thanked repeatedly, and then took off his shirt according to Ye Fan's instructions.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Ye Fan administered nine injections in one breath, ready to force out the patient's flatulence.

"what--"

At this moment, the patient's body became stiff suddenly, his eyes were wide open, he covered his abdomen with one hand, and pointed at Ye Fan with the other, and there was a whooping sound in his throat:
"You...you...you killed me."

Wang Rulin managed to force out a sentence, and then fell straight off the stool with a bang.

After falling to the ground, he twitched a few times, then lost his voice and remained motionless.

"what--"

The patients on the scene were shocked when they saw this, and retreated to the sides one after another, and many female patients even screamed.

Everyone couldn't believe the scene in front of them, they stared dumbfounded at Wang Rulin who fell on the ground.

How could a living person who was alive and kicking suddenly lose his voice and collapse?
"Is he dead?"

I don't know who it was, but asking such a sentence made the panic-stricken medical hall instantly quiet down.

The air in Jin Zhilin seemed to be stagnant.

Death is a very serious matter, and death in a hospital is a major medical accident.

Sun Bufan next to him was also shocked, and then he ran over with a jolt: "How could this be? How could this be?"

He knelt down and felt Wang Rulin's pulse tremblingly.

Half a minute later, Sun Bufan turned pale and withdrew his fingers, shaking his lips to speak but couldn't.

Seeing Sun Bufan like this, how could everyone present not know what happened?

Among the patients, Uncle Jia, who had been a veteran policeman for follow-up visits, also came up to check Wang Rulin's mouth, nose and arteries.

Then, he shook his head: "Dead, dead, hopeless."

Uncle Jia also looked at Ye Fan, his eyes were full of doubt and sympathy, the dead man, whether it is Ye Fan's responsibility or not, the medical clinic will be finished.

He really didn't want Jin Zhilin to close the door, and he didn't want Ye Fan to have an accident. After all, he was poisoned three times, and it was Ye Fan who rescued him.

Hearing that Wang Rulin was really dead, everyone was instantly depressed.

Some people sighed, some cried, some took pictures with their mobile phones, and even more people talked about it.

The old man is dead, Ye Fan's medical skills are terrible, right?
Many patients and their family members backed away one after another, and a patient who was in front of Ye Fan panicked and moved away from Ye Fan.

Zhang Daqiang and Shen Yunfeng who came over after hearing the news also frowned when they saw this, thinking about how to solve this matter.

It is easy to deal with the aftermath, and they can guarantee that Ye Fan is unscathed, but his reputation will be fatal, and no one will come to Jin Zhilin to see a doctor in the future.

This is the end of Ye Fan, a genius doctor.

Sun Bufan walked up to Ye Fan and whispered into his ear: "Little master, the patient... has no pulse."

When he said the last few words, Sun Bufan's face was pale, as if he had encountered such a situation for the first time.

"understood."

Ye Fan leaned down and took his pulse. The original surprise quickly turned into a joke.

Uncle Jia said softly: "Ye Fan, let the family members of the patient be notified. It's best to settle it privately. Otherwise, it will be very troublesome to call the police and the Medical Bureau will intervene."

He is really good for Ye Fan.

Ye Fan smiled: "Master, don't worry, the hospital will be fine."

"Dad, Dad, what's the matter with you?"

Almost as soon as the words fell, a van drove up to the door, the door opened, and five or six men and women got out.

One of the middle-aged women shouted hysterically from a distance:

"Father, you can't have anything to do, you are the pillar of this family."

Several companions around him also looked sad.

"Incompetent doctor, pay for my father's life!"

When the middle-aged woman saw the leisurely Ye Fan, she howled and was about to rush up to beat Ye Fan.

Sun Bufan quickly reached out to stop him.

"Let go of me, let me go, I'm going to kill that quack doctor."

The middle-aged woman roared angrily: "Give back my father's life, give back my father's life."

Several companions were also filled with righteous indignation, pointing their sticks at Ye Fan, ready to rush up to beat Ye Fan at any time.

"I see which one of you dares to do it!"

Zhang Daqiang stood up and glared at them, his face flushed. If he didn't feel wronged, he would have started to fix these people.

"You didn't even look at your father, you just insisted that he was dead, and even yelled at me, instead of calling an ambulance to take me to the hospital."

"Also, your father died within 10 minutes, and you haven't called the police or notified your family, so you showed up in a hurry..."

Ye Fan didn't care about everyone's gaze, and waved his hand to write a note to Sun Bufan:
"Should I say that you all knew your father would die, or did you send your father here to die?"

(End of this chapter)