in the operating room.

Dong Bowen looked at the indicators on the instrument and was dumbfounded.

The indicators have stabilized, Song Haoran's face has become ruddy, and the treatment of the wound is also perfect.

Especially Song Haoran was breathing normally, and it was obvious that the pneumothorax and hemothorax shown in the report had been perfectly resolved.

How can a little intern do it?

Even if it were him, he didn't have much confidence that he would handle this operation so perfectly, let alone be completely sure that he would pull the patient back from the ghost gate.

It's just incredible!

"How's it going? Professor Dong. Song Hongyun asked expectantly.

"Put it down, Mr. Song, your son is out of danger and there is no big problem. Dong Bowen said.

Song Hongyun received Dong Bowen's affirmative answer and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then will my son have any sequelae?" Miao Yuegui asked still uneasily.

"I think these wounds are treated very well, and there should be no after-effects. Dong Bowen said.

"Should?"

Miao Yuegui immediately jumped up as if someone had stepped on her tail: "What is the meaning of 'should', we invest so much money in your hospital every year, is it just to listen to your 'should'? I want a positive answer." ”

"Mrs. Song, your son was seriously injured because of climbing the mountain, the injury is extremely complicated, and it will change at any time, how can we easily draw conclusions. ”

Dong Bowen said with a displeased face, this Miao Yuegui is really too annoying.

"I don't listen to your high-sounding explanations, if there are any sequelae of my son, I want you to look good. Miao Yuegui did not give up.

"Enough, I've put up with you for a long time, you donate money to our hospital, it's nothing more than putting gold on your own face, don't think how great you are!"

Dong Bowen couldn't help it, his face was cold, and he burst out, "Also, I can't cure your son's illness, so you should ask another master." ”

After speaking, Dong Bowen left the operating room without looking back.

And other experts, who did not despise Miao Yuegui's attitude, also left the operating room one after another.

Professor Dong ...... Professor Dong ......" Song Hongyun even shouted a few words, but he couldn't stop Dong Bowen.

He glared at Miao Yuegui angrily, and was about to scold Miao Yuegui when Qian Pengcheng walked over.

"Mr. Song, Mrs. Song, your son is out of danger, he needs to rest now, I will immediately arrange for your son to stay in the VIP luxury ward, you can rest assured, we will take care of your son." Qian Pengcheng said with a sneer.

"Okay, the child will be taken care of by Director Lao Qian. ”

Song Hongyun nodded at Qian Pengcheng, and then pulled his reluctant wife out of the operating room.

Qian Pengcheng watched Song Hongyun and his wife leave, and then turned around to take a look, only to see Song Haoran densely inserted with many silver needles, and immediately frowned.

"What the hell is this, unplug it for me!"

Qian Pengcheng studied Western medicine and has always despised traditional Chinese medicine, believing that traditional Chinese medicine is all pretending to be a ghost.

"But...... Dr. Lin said that the silver needle on the injured person cannot be removed for the time being!" the nurse hesitated.

"Doctor Lin, where did Dr. Lin come from, Lin Hao is just a small intern, when did he become Dr. Lin. ”

Qian Pengcheng's face was gloomy, and he said angrily: "Pull it out!

How dare the nurse offend Director Qian Pengcheng, she was just a small nurse, so she had to follow Director Qian's order and pull out the silver needles on Song Haoran's body one by one.

Just when Qian Pengcheng was happily thinking about how to take the opportunity to curry favor with Song Hongyun, a rush of Didi alarm suddenly sounded.

"What's going on, what's going on?" Qian Pengcheng hurriedly asked.

"Oh no, Director Qian, the patient's condition has suddenly deteriorated. The nurse was already trembling with fear.

"Huh?"

Qian Pengcheng was struck by lightning, only to see that the values on the instrument dropped suddenly, and Song Haoran's chest suddenly fell violently together, and blood kept coming out of his mouth, and the situation was getting more and more serious.

"What should I do, what should I do?" Qian Pengcheng sat on the floor with his butt slumped, already frightened.

"I'll call Professor Dong ......" Even the nurses are calmer than Qian Pengcheng.

Professor Dong ...... Professor Dong...... Oh yes, find Professor Dong ......" Qian Pengcheng sat on the ground and muttered to himself.

learned that Song Haoran's injury suddenly deteriorated,

The dean immediately caught up with Dong Bowen, and finally begged Dong Bowen back.

Coming to the operating room, which has become a mess,

Dong Bowen checked Song Haoran, his face sank, and he asked, "Where is the silver needle?"

"Pull ...... Pull out...... Pulled out ......," Qian Pengcheng said with a sigh of relief.

"Pulled?!What nonsense, the injured are particularly seriously injured, and they are completely dependent on these silver needles to sustain their lives, and you actually pulled out the silver needles?" Dong Bowen said angrily.

"No...... It's not me, it's ...... It's her!" Qian Pengcheng immediately threw the black cauldron at the nurse.

"It was Director Qian who ordered me to pull it out!" The nurse would not be so stupid and carry this pot.

"Are you ......" Qian Pengcheng's face changed greatly, and his right hand trembled and pointed at the nurse.

Song Hongyun learned that the culprit was actually Qian Pengcheng, and he was so angry that he wanted to kill Qian Pengcheng immediately.

"You dog mongrel, my son has to have any accidents, and my mother wants you to accompany you to the funeral......"

Seeing that her son's condition was getting worse and worse, Miao Yuegui rushed to Qian Pengcheng like a crazy woman, scratching and biting him.

Soon, Qian Pengcheng left tragic blood marks on his face and arms.

Song Hongyun immediately glanced at the bodyguard next to him.

These five big and three thick bodyguards finally pulled Miao Yuegui away.

"Professor Dong, can we reinsert these silver needles again?" Song Hongyun asked in a deep voice.

"No, although I don't know acupuncture, I know that acupuncture pays attention to acupuncture, strength, and depth, if you insert the wrong acupuncture point, or use the wrong force, or get the wrong depth, I'm afraid that the situation will get worse and worse. Dong Bowen shook his head and explained.

"What should I do then? Professor Dong, I only have such an only son, you must help me find a way. Song Hongyun choked up.

"Now you can only find that intern doctor, as long as he is willing to act, maybe only he can save your son, and it must be fast, your son's situation can no longer be delayed. Dong Bowen said.

"Looks like we have to look for him. Song Hongyun sighed.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song, the intern's name is Lin Hao, he has been living in the dormitory of the medical university, and now he should go back to the dormitory. Qian Pengcheng immediately seized the opportunity and wanted to atone for his crimes.

"Hmph! If Haoran has any three longs and two shorts, I will let you live in prison for the rest of your life. Song Hongyun shouted.

When Qian Pengcheng heard this, his face was like ashes, like a puddle of mud, and he sat on the ground.