In an instant, Director Zheng's cold sweat came down and he snorted. "No, Dean, do you know what he was talking about? He actually said that this patient's intracranial hemorrhage was a minor problem... He is provoking our First People's Hospital and questioning me...... This kind of behavior is very bad, after all, in the First People's Hospital, in the field of brain medicine, I am an authority after all..."

"He said it's a small problem, it's a small problem!" The dean's face was extremely unsightly, and he almost slapped Director Zheng out!

Nima, you don't know the background of this little ancestor?

You dare to offend him?

Not to mention Huang Xiaolong's miraculous medical skills and ghost-catching skills, just last night, the president of the First People's Hospital saw Huang Xiaolong clean up the four young people in Binhai, and the Lin family and the Gao family directly surrendered to it.

The four major families in Binhai can't do anything about him, this kind of person is also something that you, a chief physician, can offend?

Even if I, the dean, offend him, it's a matter of getting out of class in minutes!

Don't pit our First People's Hospital!

The more the dean thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally broke out. "Damn! Get out! Are you deaf? Doctor Xiaolong told you to get out, what are you still standing here for? He questioned you? What qualifications do you have to make him question? Okay! Our First People's Hospital doesn't need a doctor like you! Go to the finance office immediately to go through the resignation procedures! Get out of here!"

Director Zheng was stupid, stunned, and confused......

In the end, the dean pushed and shoved Director Zheng out directly.

When it was over, the dean ran to Huang Xiaolong. "Doctor Xiaolong, I'm sorry, I'm late......"

"Okay, no more nonsense, I'm going to treat my uncle's injuries now. Huang Xiaolong waved his hand impatiently, and then asked Song Mu casually. "Auntie, what's going on with my uncle's injury. ”

Mother Song looked at Huang Xiaolong with an unbelievable gaze.

This young man is a cow B!

Director Zheng is such an excellent person, but because he offended him, he was actually expelled by the dean! Moreover, looking at the dean's expression, he looked like a minion......

"I don't know where Yuru met this kind of person..."

Mother Song muttered in her heart, but her confidence in Huang Xiaolong suddenly increased exponentially.

"Xiaolong, that's the case, Yuru's father drove a taxi, this morning, he was at an intersection, a Porsche ran a red light, hit her father's car, her father got out of the car theory, was beaten, hit by a steel pipe, fell to the ground on the spot, fainted. As she spoke, Mother Song shed tears.

"Oh... Did you call the police?" the corners of Huang Xiaolong's mouth moved slightly, and a touch of anger passed through his heart.

"Reported. Song's mother cried, "But neither the perpetrator nor the police have yet shown up." ”

"Well... Okay, I'll cure my uncle first. Huang Xiaolong smiled.

In the next second, Huang Xiaolong moved!

I saw that he took out more than a dozen silver needles from his canvas bag, and at a dazzling speed, he instantly pierced into Father Song's brain and some acupuncture points on his face.

With the piercing of the silver needle, a trace of true qi representing vitality will also be poured into Song's father's brain.

In the ward, Song Yuru, Song's mother, including the dean, all looked at Song's father nervously, and they didn't blink their eyes.

The next moment, something strange happened!

From Father Song's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, there was a lot of black blood oozing!

The black blood, almost all of which had congealed into lumps, looked very dirty and smelled foul.

Huang Xiaolong smiled, picked up a pack of tissues from the cabinet, and carefully wiped the black blood on Father Song's face.

"Little Dragon... My dad ...... Why is my dad bleeding......" Song Yuru trembled with fright on the side. Mother Song sobbed in a low voice again.

That's it!

Di Di Di ~~~ Di Di Di ~~ Di ~~

The instrument next to the hospital bed showed that Song's father's vital indicators began to rise suddenly!

"Alright. Huang Xiaolong pulled out the silver needle that was pierced in the acupuncture points of Father Song's head and face. "The eldest wife, aunt, uncle's injuries are healed. I used acupuncture to drain the blood clots, and then the blood vessels in my uncle's brain were dilated, and the compressed nerves were liberated......

"Oh my god!" the dean slapped his thigh on the side, "Intracranial hemorrhage, vascular nerve compression, actually prick a few stitches to revive the patient... Hua Tuo is alive, Bian Que is reborn, nothing more than that! Xiaolong Divine Doctor, you really deserve the word 'Divine Doctor'! Amazing! Really amazing!"

The dean's sycophant is not a flattery against his will, but a heartfelt statement!

A few minutes later......

"Ouch, little bunnies, hit me on the head with a steel pipe! See if I don't clean you up!" Father Song suddenly got up from the hospital bed, and pulled out the oxygen inhaler.

I saw that at this moment, his pale face was also a hint of ruddy, and he was full of anger when he spoke.

Hurt the body, it's a good one.

"You! You're awake! You're scared to death of our mother and daughter!" Song's mother was relieved, and happily rushed up to hold her man's hands, crying excitedly.

"Wife, I'll just say that my uncle is fine. You're still crying. Huang Xiaolong grinned, "Later, you and your aunt will go through the discharge procedures for your uncle, and go home and drink some brain-tonifying soup." ”

"Xiaolong!you!I!" Song Yuru was incoherent, and the next moment, she couldn't help but stretch out her jade arm, hook Huang Xiaolong's neck, and then take the initiative to kiss Huang Xiaolong's face.

Father Song and Mother Song happened to see this scene, and their eyes were a little dazed.

"Ahh

"Ahem... What's... Yuru, your dad is fine now, it was this young man who cured your dad and my illness? Okay, good, my daughter has a vision. What, girl, I'm hungry, get me a bowl of noodles to eat. Father Song looked at Huang Xiaolong carefully.

As soon as they heard that their father wanted to eat noodles when he woke up, Mother Song and Song Yuru couldn't help laughing, and the originally tense and heart-wrenching atmosphere turned into a warm reunion scene.

"Xiaolong, can my dad eat noodles now?" Song Yuru asked Huang Xiaolong.

"No problem, you can eat anything, the bruises have been cleared, and my uncle will be completely fine after a few days of rest. Huang Xiaolong smiled.

"Then I'll order a takeout for my dad. Song Yuru glanced at Huang Xiaolong affectionately, then took out her mobile phone and ordered a Meituan takeaway.

"Hey, it's okay now, but I'm angry when I think about it!" Father Song said angrily. "Isn't it just driving a luxury car? A Porsche, who is obviously solely responsible for it, crashed into my car, and as a result, after a little theory, he took a steel pipe from the trunk and smashed me ......."

"It's disgusting. Huang Xiaolong also bared his teeth.

These days, damn, honest people just suffer.

If it weren't for Huang Xiaolong's presence today, the future father-in-law estimated that he would have to die in the hospital, leaving a pair of orphans and widows, and the family would be completely ruined.

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