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

Chapter 96 Sit up
Chapter 97 Sitting Up
The stone of life and death has a total of seven slices of vitality and seven slices of killing intent.

When Ye Fan was treating himself to save his mother and Qianqian, he used up seven pieces of vitality, so he had to learn medical skills to save people and accumulate them again.

He worked hard for a month to save Han Nanhua, Huang Zhendong and the others. He managed to accumulate seven pieces of vitality, but he used them up again tonight.

He was a little depressed.

But Ye Fan also wanted to see if the seven pieces of life could bring a 'dead man' back to life.

White light poured into Yang Yaodong's body one after another.

Although the equipment on his body was pulled out by the nurse long ago, Ye Fan could clearly feel that Yang Yaodong, whose vital signs were about to return to zero, gradually regained his vitality.

The internal injuries are slowly repairing everywhere.

It's just that Yang Yaodong didn't wake up right away, which made Ye Fan feel guilty, wondering if seven pieces of life weren't enough to survive?

Thinking of this, Ye Fan immediately took out the silver needle and performed the "Nine Palaces Returning the Yang Needle" to Yang Yaodong.

"[-]% sure? Acupuncture? Nonsense!"

The glamorous female doctor was furious when she heard the words: "Brain dead, how can it be saved? And it's still a traditional Chinese medicine method."

"Young man, now is not the time for you to be grandstanding."

"Get out immediately, or I'll call the police and arrest you."

From her point of view, Ye Fan was not only making trouble, but also slapping all the doctors in the face, but she didn't step forward to pull it, so as not to be considered by the Yang family as having ulterior motives.

She looked at Yang Jianxiong: "Yang Shu, Yang Ting has already died miserable enough, and if he is to be tortured like this, how can you bear it?"

Several high-level police officers couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but say:
"Yang Shu, let Yang Ting rest in peace."

Yang Jianxiong's expression was very complicated. He hoped that Ye Fan could save his eldest brother, but judging from what the doctors said, his eldest brother was obviously dead.

No matter how powerful Ye Fan is, it is impossible to bring the dead back to life, and to save someone with a silver needle, at least blood transfusion, electric shock and so on.

From the looks of it, I really thought too much and took Ye Fan as a life-saving straw.

He staggered up to Ye Fan and shouted: "Ye Fan, thank you, let my brother go with peace of mind..."

"Give me three ten minutes."

Ye Fan didn't raise his eyelids, and responded to Yang Jianxiong calmly: "In half an hour, I will give you a miracle."

Yang Jianxiong was slightly taken aback, surprised by Ye Fan's confidence.

"Three 10 minutes? Given you three hours, it is impossible for you to save Yang Ting."

Doctor Leng Yan was furious: "Young man, can you stop making trouble?"

"You are making trouble like this not only to cause trouble for us, but also to offend Yang Ting disrespectfully."

She stared at Ye Fan upside down with Liu Mei: "We are all the top doctors in this hospital. We judged Yang Ting's death, which means that even gods can't save him."

Several female nurses didn't bother to look at Ye Fan, thinking that he was just messing around.

"You can't, it doesn't mean I can't."

Ye Fan glanced at it: "There are people outside, don't you understand?"

"I can't? My name is Jin Ningbing, a family of doctors. I graduated from Harvard Medical School. I have been practicing for three years. I am the new vice president of the hospital."

Jin Ningbing laughed angrily when she heard the words: "Tell me, which high-achieving student are you from?"

Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders: "Sorry, I am not from a medical school, nor have I worked in any hospital."

"Didn't you come from a medical school? Didn't you work in a hospital? That is to say, you became a self-taught monk halfway through?"

Jin Ningbing yelled: "It's ridiculous, you are a wild doctor, and you have the nerve to question my medical skills?"

A group of medical staff was also in an uproar.

They once thought that Ye Fan was a famous doctor, otherwise Yang Jianxiong would not have taken a fancy to him, but he was a barefoot doctor.

Isn't this nonsense?
Several female nurses curled their lips, showing disdain and contempt.

Yang Jianxiong also looked a little embarrassed.

"You are so powerful, how can you not cure your own skin disease?"

Ye Fan said without hesitation:
"Just a small illness will make your life worse than death. How is it better than me, a barefoot doctor?"

While speaking, Ye Fan kept moving his hands back and forth on the silver needle, condensing Yang Yaodong's vitality.

He has already discovered that the seven pieces of vitality are enough to save Yang Yaodong, but the injury is too serious, the recovery is slower, and there is no need for the Jiugong Yang needle.

But Ye Fan didn't stop, besides adding a little more insurance, there was also the need for everyone to better accept him coming back from the dead.

Otherwise, Yang Yaodong would come back to life just by touching it casually. Wouldn't everyone treat himself as a monster?

"You have skin disease for almost ten years?"

While thinking about it, Ye Fan said again: "It's been ten years, and I still can't cure myself. Your medical skills are really good."

Jin Ningbing was stunned: "How do you know I have a skin disease?"

She doesn't know what's going on, but when the weather is hot or the wind is strong, her whole body will be very itchy, no matter how many ointments and medicines are applied, it won't help.

It's just that she has been hiding this secret to prevent outsiders from questioning her medical skills, but unexpectedly, Ye Fan made it clear.

Ye Fan slapped his face unceremoniously: "This is the difference in level between you and me."

"Even if you are a little bit good, so what?"

Jin Ningbing was full of embarrassment and anger: "I don't believe that a brain-dead person can still come back to life."

Her worldview and knowledge made her believe that it was absolutely impossible for Yang Yaodong to be resurrected.

"Make a bet."

Ye Fan twisted his fingers on the silver needle: "If I make Yang Ting come back to life, you go to Jinzhilin and sweep the floor for me."

The medical center is short of manpower, Ye Fan doesn't mind recruiting a few more strong men.

sweep the floor?

Jin Ningbing laughed angrily: "What if you can't survive? Have you come to the hospital to wash toilets for three years?"

"Ok, deal."

Ye Fan agreed immediately: "Just wait and sweep the floor for me."

"Extremely childish."

Jin Ningbing was noncommittal and completely believed that Ye Fan was a liar.

"Whoosh-"

Ye Fan ignored her, twisted his fingers, and dropped the last needle.

He shouted suddenly: "Get up!"

The light flashed.

"what--"

As soon as the words fell, a little nurse's delicate body shook instantly, and her screams resounded throughout the emergency room.

Jin Ningbing and the others subconsciously raised their heads.

The next second, they were also stunned!
Because, because——Yang Yaodong, who was already 'dead' on the hospital bed, sat up.

Really sit up!

And opened his eyes!
How can it be?

"I'm going, is this a human or a ghost?"

Jin Ningbing took a dozen steps back in fright, her pretty face was filled with shock and shock.

How terrifying it is for a person who thought he was dead to stare straight at her like this.

Several little nurses even sat down on the ground, their legs trembling constantly...

Yang Jianxiong roared: "Brother——"

ecstatic.

Several nurses rushed to connect the equipment immediately.

The instruments were suddenly activated, and all rushed to the normal index.

Jin Ningbing and the others couldn't accept it at all.

Really alive?

This, how is this possible...

Ye Fan raised Jin Ningbing's chin:

"Remember, I went to Jinzhilin to sweep the floor on Monday..."

(End of this chapter)