In a hotel in Xincheng District, Yang Chen watched the sky outside gradually brighten and got up to leave.

"Fortunately, I still have some money, otherwise I would have slept on the street last night. Yang Chen sighed in his heart.

After leaving Li Zhenguo yesterday, Yang Chen took the only one hundred left in his pocket and spent the night in the hotel.

Out of the hotel, Yang Chen went to the Renaitang Medical Center in Xincheng District, and when he passed by yesterday, he saw that it was recruiting.

Yang Chen looked at the glittering golden plaque, which read "Renai Hall" with three big characters written on it.

There is a sign in front of the door, recruiting two doctors.

This clinic is a well-known hospital in the new town, no less than any authoritative hospital.

"Hello, I'm here to apply for a doctor's job. Yang Chen greeted the front desk politely.

The beautiful little beauty at the front desk looked at Yang Chen, and was about to speak, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps, and several majestic figures rushed in.

"Who's the doctor, come and save people!" Behind him, two men in black were carrying a young man covered in blood.

Rushing into Ren'ai Hall was an imposing middle-aged man, with a fierce aura on his face, and at first glance he was a long-time experienced.

"Fifth Master, what's the matter with him?" the doctor obviously knew the middle-aged man, so he stood up in fright and asked.

"This is my son, his chest has been pierced by steel bars, let's heal him quickly. The middle-aged man said sharply.

This person's name is Zhang Zhiqiang, who is nicknamed Wuye, and he is also a well-known figure in Xincheng District.

"Someone, hurry up. The doctor didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly shouted.

When the nurse heard this, she hurriedly began to get busy.

"The steel pierced the lobes of the lungs, and in another hour, the gods would not be able to save him. Suddenly, a voice rang out.

Zhang Zhiqiang and his entourage heard the prestige and saw Yang Chen with a solemn face.

"Is he from your medical hall?" Zhang Zhiqiang asked with a frown.

The doctor shook his head: "It's not from us. ”

"Stinky boy, hurry up, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, if you dare to talk here again, I will definitely not spare you!" Zhang Zhiqiang said in a deep voice.

Lying on the stretcher was Daniel Zhang, who was also Zhang Zhiqiang's only son, and when he heard that Yang Chen was not a doctor, Zhang Zhiqiang's heart welled up with anger.

Yang Chen looked at him a little calmly, and did not speak, but stood aside and waited silently.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiqiang's son has been transferred from the stretcher to the emergency room, and many doctors have entered the operating room.

The people present were all busy with a pot of porridge, and they completely ignored Yang Chen, the person who came to look for a job.

The time was very long, and just when Zhang Zhiqiang was eager to rush into the operating room, the door opened, and the attending doctor walked out from inside.

Zhang Zhiqiang hurriedly greeted him: "Doctor, how is my son?"

"The lover was not optimistic, and the steel bar that pierced the wounded person was next to the heart, and if it was to be operated, it could bleed profusely. ”

The attending doctor took off his mask and said helplessly: "He has lost too much blood now, and the patient seems to have signs of infection, high fever, and heart failure......"

When Zhang Zhiqiang heard this, he roared angrily: "Waste, a group of waste, isn't your Renai Hall a golden signboard here?

Looking at his son lying on the bed in the emergency room, Zhang Zhiqiang wanted to strangle these doctors.

"Fifth Master, we ...... There is really nothing I can do, and I recommend that you transfer to the hospital as soon as possible. The attending doctor said sweating profusely.

"Rubbish, you bastards!" Zhang Zhiqiang's eyes darkened angrily and slapped him.

Syllable!

This slap made the attending doctor's eyes glow, but everyone dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

"If you quacks delay my son's best treatment, I want your Renai Hall to disappear here completely!" Zhang Zhiqiang finished speaking, and he was about to leave with his son.

The people of Renaitang also did not dare to contradict Zhang Zhiqiang, so they all lowered their heads and did not speak.

"Little Five, how is my grandson?"

Zhang Zhiqiang was just about to leave, when a pair of old women rushed in with tears.

"Mom, don't worry, let's quickly transfer to a bigger hospital, and he can only be saved when we get there. Zhang Zhiqiang said anxiously.

"People can live for another half an hour at most, and even if you send them over, they will be just a corpse. Suddenly, a voice came.

Zhang Zhiqiang turned around and saw Yang Chen, who had been standing on the side.

"Stinky boy, you're really not afraid of death, why are you still here?" Zhang Zhiqiang said angrily.

Zhang Zhiqiang was just about to teach Yang Chen a lesson, when the person on the hospital bed suddenly began to vomit blood in his mouth, and the whole person kept trembling, even people who didn't understand medical skills knew that the injured person was struggling on the verge of death.

"My precious grandson, you must hold on!" the woman next to her cried in a hoarse voice.

Zhang Zhiqiang's face also became ugly, and he was not in the mood to teach Yang Chen a lesson at this moment, and the whole person was in chaos.

"Fifth master, this person doesn't seem to be afraid of us, since he can see the situation of the young master, maybe he can save the young master. Wu Di next to Zhang Zhiqiang reminded.

Wu Di is Zhang Zhiqiang's leader, and half of Zhang Zhiqiang's contribution to this day belongs to him.

Zhang Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment, he raised his head to look at Yang Chen, and asked tentatively: "Boy, since you can come out of my son's injury, do you have a way to save him?"

"If you had gone to a bigger hospital just now, maybe there would have been a way, but now I am the only one who can save him. ”

Yang Chen's answer did not disappoint Zhang Zhiqiang.

Zhang Zhiqiang said ecstatically: "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and save people." ”

The previous attending doctor looked solemnly at Yang Chen and asked.

"Who the hell are you, young man?"

Yang Chen was not timid at all, and said, "I am looking for a job here for you." ”

He had already found a way to treat the wounded in his mind, and he was at least eighty percent sure, but if he dragged it on, the patient would be dangerous.

The attending doctor looked at Yang Chen and asked suspiciously, "Then let me ask you, are you a medical expert?"

Yang Chen shook his head: "No." ”

The attending doctor's face was a little ugly: "Do you have a famous teacher?!"

"Nope. ”

"Do you have a doctor's license?"

"Nope!"

Hearing the conversation between the two people, everyone was in an uproar again, looking at Yang Chen like an idiot.

The attending doctor glanced at Yang Chen, shook his head and said, "Since you don't have anything, we can't provide you with an operating room, otherwise the injured have three strengths and two weaknesses, and we can't get rid of it here." ”

Burst!

The young man on the hospital bed suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, Zhang Zhiqiang's face changed, a dead horse became a live horse doctor, and he could only pin all his hopes on this young man now.

Seeing that the attending doctor was still talking nonsense, he grabbed him by the collar and slapped him.

"Where the hell did you come from, now only he can save my son, give him the operating room, if something happens to my son, I will kill your dog!" Zhang Zhiqiang roared.

"Okay, okay, I'll arrange it now!" said the attending doctor with a hot face, and he hurriedly said in fright.

A few minutes later, Zhang Zhiqiang's son was quickly pushed into the operating room again, Yang Chen walked in and faced the people outside, and said in a deep voice: "Prepare silver needles, scalpels, and sutures, after that, everyone withdraws, I don't want to be disturbed during the operation." ”

Soon, the silver needles and others were placed on the operating table, and everyone left the operating room.

"Help me......" The young man in the hospital bed made a painful sound.

"It's not good, his seven spirits will be scattered. ”

Yang Chen's eyes contracted, and then he took out a silver needle to shine on the injured person's ghost hall, ghost pillow, ghost heart and other major acupuncture points.

Yang Chen's expression was very focused, his speed was very fast, and he picked and stabbed without a trace of obscurity.

At the same time, everyone in the conference room stared at the big screen on the wall, which was the picture of Yang Chen's operation.

"Thirteen needles of the ghost gate!"

A gray-haired man looked at the screen intently, his face full of incredulity: "This young man's technique turned out to be the thirteen needles of the ghost gate, how is it possible?!"