my beauty

"Ye Chen, you're here!" Hearing Ye Chen's voice, Han Bingbing's frowning brows relaxed.

Han Bingbing believed in Ye Chen more than he believed in himself.

Since Ye Chen said that there is a way to prolong the patient's life, then he must have a way.

"Who is this person?" A department director who participated in the consultation said a little unhappy.

The city hospital undertakes the task of forensic identification in Dongjiang City. It is the Dongjiang City Forensic Identification Center approved by the province. The doctors participating in the consultation are all leaders in the industry. Patients who are already dying basically have only one consequence, that is, they are indeed dead and cannot live again.

Now that someone is blatantly questioning the conclusions drawn by many directors, some people are immediately upset.

"This is a patient who came to our hospital for treatment." The director of general surgery had just examined Ye Chen and recognized the young man at a glance.

"Hey..." The director who asked the question earlier smiled displeasedly and contemptuously: "You are still a patient, how dare you deny our previous conclusion?"

"It's too overwhelming!"

"The hospital bed can no longer be called a patient, but a dead person."

The directors began to discuss in a hurry.

"He died?" Ye Chen asked. "Are you really sure the patient is dead?"

"Yes!" Several directors said in unison, the director of the general foreign affairs department hesitated for a while, and agreed with the big guy's opinion.After all, he had personally checked the patient just now, and the patient had no heartbeat, no blood pressure, and his pupils were showing signs of dilation. Even a god might not be able to save him.

"Then let me see if it's all right?" Ye Chen said with a smile, as if what he was talking about was a trivial matter.

Unfortunately, this request was collectively rejected by the directors: "No! This is a hospital, you don't have the right!"

"A patient, also talking about making a diagnosis for us? Nonsense!"

"Call the security guards and drive this man away. He can't be a doctor, can he?"

"What's the use of calling a security guard? Isn't Officer Han from the serious crime team here?" The last director finally spoke clearly.

After being told by the doctors, Han Bingbing hesitated, "Little brother, let's go back to recuperate first, I will think of another way for this case."

Not to mention that the person is dead, even if there are fewer clues, Han Bingbing feels that he has the ability to solve the case thoroughly, just like the murder case two years ago, wasn't it easily solved by Han Bingbing?

"What about this?" Ye Chen lazily showed a certificate, "I'm the main person in charge of this case now, please get out!"

One of the leading doctors took Ye Chen's ID and glanced at it, and then read out involuntarily: "Ye Chen, deputy head of Beihe Provincial Branch..."

On the dark red cover, the national emblem is shining, and a sharp sword drawn from its sheath is painted on the bottom, with two flying characters beside it: "Blue Sword!"

"He's an agent." Knowing that Ye Chen had to get involved, Han Bingbing explained lightly.

Several directors had never seen such a certificate at all. Now, when Han Bingbing, the section chief of the serious crime team, said it, the doctor's hand trembled in fright, and Ye Chen's certificate fell to the ground.

Ye Chen didn't move, he stretched out his hand casually, and the red leather document seemed to have grown wings, turned around a strange arc, and fell into Ye Chen's hand.

"Master!" The directors immediately understood the gap between themselves and Ye Chen, and they never stopped Ye Chen from seeing patients.

Ye Chen came forward lazily, but he didn't look at the patient first, but walked around the room and said to himself: "The seven souls and three souls have not left the body, and there is still a trace of it." vitality."

After finishing speaking, Kong Kong drew a few spells, opened the box again, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down a line of big characters like ghostly symbols.

Several directors were stunned watching, what is this for?Do you want to act in a movie?

"Ye, Mr. Ye... who is this?" A doctor asked subconsciously.

"Draw a talisman." Ye Chen said without raising his head. He wrote the pen and dipped it in cinnabar. About a minute later, a talisman was completed.

"Decree, the soul returns to its place, hurry like a law, scold!"

Holding the spell in Ye Chen's hand, it suddenly ignited spontaneously without fire, and a flame ignited, and in an instant, only a piece of paper ashes remained.

Ye Chen pried open the patient's mouth, and stuffed the paper ashes into his mouth.

Not to mention a few doctors, even Han Bingbing had never seen Ye Chen unfold this kind of battle. They all stared at Ye Chen dumbfounded, as if they were watching a movie at the scene, full of incredible.

Suddenly, Han Bingbing felt an inexplicable shiver in his body, as if the ions in the air became cold instantly.Look at those chief doctors, each holding their shoulders, trembling there, their lips are white.

There was a whining sound of wind, and it couldn't be more appropriate to describe it as gusts of wind.

All the scenes, no matter how you look at it, look like a ghost movie.

Immediately, everyone saw that in the void, the air seemed to have a shape, condensed into small milky white balls, roughly counted, there were about a dozen of them, and they were rushing towards the patient. Drilled into the body.

Several directors were stunned and speechless. All these things that seemed to be unexplainable by science were indeed happening in front of them.

"Didi. Didi." A burst of beeps sounded suddenly, scaring the doctors who were watching intently. One doctor even shouted: "My mother, Haunted!"

A nurse who was just about to open the door to come in was so frightened that she passed out.

Han Bingbing tried to calm down, "What's the sound?"

"Here, that's the thing that sent it out." Ye Chen withdrew his tricks and pointed casually.

Not far from Ye Chen, on a machine with weird and complex shapes, the indicator lights alternated red and green, and the buzzing sound came from this machine.

"Yes, yes!" A doctor shouted in surprise.

"Heart rate 35! Blood pressure fifty/thirty!" Another doctor exclaimed in amazement: "This patient is not dead yet!"

Several directors, all rolled over from the pile of dead people, saw the data displayed on the ECG monitoring device, although they couldn't believe it, they still maintained the moral character that a medical worker should have, and immediately took over from Ye Chen. Start first aid.

Ye Chen and Han Bingbing retreated from the ward.

Han Bingbing looked at Ye Chen with a special taste.

About an hour later, the director of general surgery in a white coat came out of the ward with a strange expression: "Mr. Ye, is your name Ye Chen?"

"Yes." Ye Chen said.

"Come with me." The director of general foreign affairs looked at Ye Chen with an abnormal expression.

Ye Chen followed the director into the ward indifferently. The patient was obviously not fully awake, but his life was finally saved.

What puzzled everyone the most was that the patient, who was clearly in a coma, was muttering to himself. The voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear clearly.

"Ye Chen... Brother Ye..." The patient closed his eyes and said in a trembling voice.