Luo Zhaoyang listened to Liu Anguo say this, he also smiled, seeing that he couldn't get more news from Liu Anguo's mouth, he simply slept like Liu Ruxin and recuperated.

The car carrying Luo Zhaoyang went straight west, and the car quietly drove into the military hospital and entered the special parking lot of the military region.

"Salute." A loud and powerful voice woke Luo Zhaoyang and Liu Ruxin up.

At the entrance of the inpatient department, two heavily armed soldiers saw that Liu Anguo's car had stopped, and they immediately saluted.

Luo Zhaoyang, who was sleeping a little dazed, opened the car door at this time, and a heavily armed soldier stood at the door, waiting for Luo Zhaoyang to come out.

With such a formation, it was the first time Luo Zhaoyang enjoyed such a high salary, and he didn't know for a moment whether he should go down or stay in the car.

"Dr. Luo, we're here." Liu Anguo said a few words to Liu Ruxin, and when he turned around, he found that Luo Zhaoyang was still in the car, so he walked back and said to Luo Zhaoyang with a smile.

"Where is this, why am I asleep?" Luo Zhaoyang walked out, looking at the serious atmosphere around him, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"Mr. Liu, our captain has been waiting for a long time, please follow me this way." Just as Liu Anguo was about to speak, a man in the corridor trotted out of it, and then said a little eagerly.

"Shall we go up and talk about it?" Liu Anguo said to Luo Zhaoyang, then turned around and said to the man: "Okay, let's go up now!" ”

Liu Anguo and the man's serious expressions made Luo Zhaoyang suddenly feel ominous.

Luo Zhaoyang followed Liu Anguo and they walked up to the building quickly, looking at the LED display board hanging on the corridor, he knew that he was now in a certain hospital, or a ward with a VIP room.

"Report, Zhou Junhong of the Sharp Knife Brigade asks for instructions to enter." The man just stopped at the door of Ward 306, and then stood up and asked loudly for instructions in the ward.

"Did anyone bring it?"

As soon as the door of the ward opened, a man with long thick eyebrows and big eyes suddenly rushed out and asked anxiously, his majestic face full of righteousness.

"Report, Mr. Liu and Dr. Luo brought it, please instruct." Zhou Junhong stood up again, and then replied in his powerful voice.

"Jianhui, he is Dr. Luo, how is my uncle?" Liu Anguo also asked anxiously, they had missed a lot of time on Chaoyang Street, and he hoped that he had not missed the time for treatment.

"He? Is he Luo Zhaoyang? I thought it was an old man? Just as Liu Anguo finished speaking, a girl wearing a ponytail and a green military uniform walked out of the door.

Her straight military uniform showed the curvaceous beauty of her body, the face of melon seeds, two willow eyebrows with those watery eyes, two sexy lips hanging under the tall nose, and the high protruding chest held the clothes tightly, as if the buttons would be pulled off at any time.

"Why do you suspect my identity, do you want me to show you my ID card?" Luo Zhaoyang looked at her with a high-minded look and said disapprovingly.

"Team Wang, that's right, he is Luo Zhaoyang." Just as the girl was thinking about retorting, another person came out of the ward, he took off the mask, and then said anxiously.

"Dean Zhou, why are you here too, still dressed like this, just came down from the operating room?" Luo Zhaoyang looked at Dean Zhou's round face, walked forward happily and pinched it, as if he had seen an old friend

"Xiao Luo, get serious, now that the condition is urgent, let's talk about the treatment plan first, right?" Dean Zhou, who was sweating profusely on his forehead, felt a little embarrassed that he was helpless as the president of the Qingkai People's Hospital, the honorary president of the Provincial Medical College, and the deputy director of the Department of Health.

"What's there to talk about in the plan, the plan is dead, people are alive, we can't use dead things to bind living things, right? If you really want to talk about it, then you have to talk to me about the condition so that I can know how to get the needle. Luo Zhaoyang looked at their nervous expressions, and he said lightly as he walked into the ward.

Three years ago, the reason why he rejected President Zhou's decision to arrange for him to be a doctor in the hospital was because he didn't want to be restricted by those so-called rules and regulations to limit his treatment methods.

"These are the patient's medical records and related examinations, I initially wanted to solve it through surgery, but the patient's situation is special, the operation requires a lot of blood, but his blood type is scarce, although they have also been transferred to the national blood bank, but there is still not enough blood, on the other hand, the patient is older, the risk of surgery is relatively increased." Dean Zhou handed over a thick stack of materials to Luo Zhaoyang, for this rare case of the patient, he himself is not confident enough, now looking at Luo Zhaoyang's confident appearance, he can only look at him now, he hopes that Luo Zhaoyang's six-vein acupuncture method can solve the current problem.

Luo Zhaoyang listened to Dean Zhou's words, he immediately walked to the bedside, then picked up the patient's hand to check the pulse, and then looked at the patient's pupils, and then listened to the heartbeat, without looking at the thick stack of examination reports in his hand at all.

"The patient has severe hydrops, reverberations in the lungs, and a low heart rate, and if you do surgery, I guarantee that he will not be able to get off the operating table." Luo Zhaoyang threw the stack of inspection reports aside, and his expression suddenly became heavy.

His hands were crossed over his chest, his fingers flicking on his chin, and his frowning brow made everyone around him nervous.

"Then it's up to you this time." Zhou Tong looked at Luo Zhaoyang and told Mr. Wang's basic situation without even reading the inspection report, he felt that this kid's medical skills had improved a lot, he patted Luo Zhaoyang on the shoulder, hoping that Luo Zhaoyang would not let him down this time.

"Dean Zhou, you should know that birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws, you and I can't go against the sky, we as doctors, we can do our best." Luo Zhaoyang looked at Dean Zhou and said as if comforting a sad good friend.

"Hey, what does this mean, can my grandfather be cured of this illness?" The girl listened to Luo Zhaoyang's indifferent look, and she became even more worried.

"I really don't dare to say if it's cured, I can only say do my best." Luo Zhaoyang put his head on the patient's chest again, and his calm and relaxed expression made it impossible to guess whether he was because of his superb medical skills or because he was fooling everyone.

And just when Luo Zhaoyang finished speaking, the vital sign device on the bedside suddenly screamed, and the heart rate display line suddenly turned into a straight line.