"How is it possible, although he has intermittent convulsions, his vital signs are still complete!" Mr. Wang frowned.

"Hehe! I am the most authoritative respiratory doctor, judging from his current condition, if the next convulsions are not treated in time, he will be hanged!" Director Gao said in a deep voice.

Mr. Wang frowned, and then glanced at the number that could not be broadcast on the mobile phone, and his face was very solemn, Gong Yichen, Gong Yichen, why don't you answer the phone.

"Mr. Wang, I'll tell you the truth, it's just a bed, you fight with me, don't blame me for losing my son's life!" Director Gao said coldly when he looked at him.

Mr. Wang clenched his fists, and the tips of his nails even pierced into the flesh of his palm, Gong Yichen If there is any problem with my son, I will definitely kill you.

"Hey, did you decide? I don't want to leave my mom in the hallway all the time. Director Gao urged again.

Wang Zongxuan was about to look at the fifth uncle and said, "Old five, you go to the developer of the South New District to find Gong Yichen!"

The fifth uncle hesitated for two seconds and replied, "Yes!"

"Wait, Gong Yichen!" Director Gao's face was stunned and slightly stunned.

Mr. Wang obviously felt the shock change in Director Gao's complexion, even more ugly than her face.

"Gong Yichen, are you talking about the miracle doctor, the man who erected statues everywhere six years ago?" Director Gao said, and let out a long breath to calm his restless heartbeat.

"His name is Gong Yichen!" Mr. Wang was slightly stunned, and his face was also very surprised.

After all, the name Gong Yichen has appeared more or less in everyone's mind.

Six years, even if the memory is shallow and the name is wrong, but when it comes to the once strong people on the earth, people are more or less memorized.

"If he is really that Gong Yichen, then is my son saved!" Mr. Wang's eyes flashed, and in the endless darkness and despair, he finally waited for a glimmer of light.

"Incurable disease, if it is Gong Yichen, maybe it can really be cured!" Mr. Wang's eyes suddenly turned red, you must know that the moment of rebirth is worth remembering when a heart that is still silent beats again.

"You'd better not be happy too early, you see that your son's pupils are already dilating, and he must be going to die if he starts again with epilepsy convulsions!" Director Gao poured cold water on him at this time.

"Are you sure you can save my son? If you are sure that I will give you the bed, it will not hurt!" Mr. Wang said in a deep voice, and said: "I don't need you to be cured, I just need you to help my son hold up until Gong Yichen." ”

"It's... I can't guarantee it!" Director Gao frowned.

"You can't guarantee it, fight for a bed with me!" Mr. Wang immediately said angrily.

"I just don't want your son to die in the ward!" Director Gao replied lightly.

"You..." Mr. Wang was suddenly angry, and there was a feeling that he was being bullied by dogs in Pingyang: "This position is mine, you are a little doctor, dare to call me out?"

"Everyone sees, right? This is Mr. Wang of Xia's real estate, the top five properties in the country are this urine, and her son will definitely die next time he triggers epilepsy, the patients in ward 2, do you want my mother to live in, or do you want to live in a dying person. ”

Director Gao immediately provoked the patients in Ward 2.

Sure enough, as he said this, the families of the patients in Ward 2 stopped doing it, after all, the doctor clearly informed them of the death, and they began to resist Mr. Wang.

"Damn! It's great to be rich!"

"Can rich people oppress the people?"

"Rich people are like this. ”

"We refuse to let a dying man in!"

...

For a time, the voices of condemnation were everywhere.

Mr. Wang's face changed: "My son arrived first, and it won't be the doctor's mother's turn to come first, you are hating the rich!"

She was depressed, and this was the rhythm of the plaintiff becoming the defendant.

"Hehe! Do rich people see this kind of face? At every turn, they say that we hate the rich. "Director Gao continued to stir up disputes.

"That's it, who is so hated by the rich, you have the money, what kind of ordinary ward are you trying to squeeze with us?"

"Isn't there a VIP?

"That's it, do you want face?"

"If the rich are so honorable, don't live in an ordinary ward!"

...

The crowd was once again taken off by the rhythm led by Director Gao, and the dark side of hatred and wealth in many people's hearts was discovered.

For a while, people deliberately built a human wall in front of Mr. Wang, so that Director Gao's mother successfully entered the No. 2 ward.

"Why are you doing this!" Mr. Wang's voice trembled, and he dialed Gong Yichen's phone again.

This time the call finally went through.

"Didn't you say that you could cure my son? My son is in the First People's Hospital of Zhongdu, and he is about to die!" Mr. Wang said anxiously.

"Did you move the silver needle?" asked Gong Yichen on the phone.

"No, the silver needle is still on my son's body, and I haven't taken it off until now!" Mr. Wang replied truthfully.

"That's okay! You wait for me to come over, even if your son dies, don't pull it out!" Gong Yichen said lightly.

"What do you mean, and make him look like a hedgehog when he dies?" Mr. Wang said angrily.

"As long as you don't move the silver needle again, I promise that I will save you if you die, you wait for me!" Gong Yichen hung up the phone after speaking.

Mr. Wang's eyebrows were frowned, and his face was very solemn.

Just then, his son suddenly convulsed again.

"Doctor!" Mr. Wang exclaimed.

Director Gao walked out of the ward unhurriedly and said, "What are you yelling about? I said that your son's illness is basically over again!"

"Is this your attitude as a doctor? I want to complain about you!" Mr. Wang said in a deep voice.

"Hey! I know that family members don't like to hear the truth, but don't worry, I will do my best to save it!" Director Gao hurriedly changed his words: "Xiao Li pulled out all the silver needles on his body! Can this thing cure diseases? I have watched too much TV!"

"Can't pull it out!" Mr. Wang suddenly stopped.

"How can I cure it if I don't pull it out?" I tell you, I can't treat it if I don't pull it out, it's all like a hedgehog, how do you let me do it?" Director Gao glanced at Mr. Wang.

"Can't pull it out!" Mr. Wang continued.

"Everyone, give me a testimony! When this hedgehog dies, it's none of my business and our hospital's business, and there is no way to treat it at all!" Director Gao immediately said to the crowd.

"Can't pull it out!" Mr. Wang kept thinking about what Gong Yichen said.

At this moment, his son's legs suddenly became straight, and he slowly softened.

"Son!" Mr. Wang's tears fell instantly.

"Hey! The confused mother deprived the child of the right to live a few more days!" Director Gao shook his head, and there was a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

"My son is not dead, wait for Gong Yichen to save him!" Mr. Wang said with tears in his eyes.