"May I ask Mr. Yan Shaoyang, what do you say about the fact that your students made mistakes in free clinics and caused the patient's life to be in danger?" A journalist asked.

"I believe that my students will not make treatment mistakes, and I have asked them to practice countless times before they have treated patients by themselves, and I will supervise them by the side, and when they can treat patients very skillfully, I will let them go to free clinics in person," Yan Shaoyang patiently explained.

Although his students are not very skilled in medical skills, they still have no problem treating a disease, and after listening to Ran Jing's explanation, the treatment method is no problem.

"What do you say about the problems that arise from patients in the TCM column who treat their diseases according to your method?"

"All the methods I mentioned in the column of Chinese medicine are to treat some simple diseases, and for the massage, beating, kneading, there is absolutely no life-threatening thing, I don't know why the patient has this situation, and I have not seen the patient with my own eyes, now, I have to go to the hospital, see the patient, hope to save the patient," he said."

Yan Shaoyang answered a few questions, then squeezed away the reporter and went to the hospital with Hu Yue.

The reporters will definitely not let go of such an opportunity, and they all followed Yan Shaoyang to the hospital, it is good that the patient is not dead, if the patient dies, then Yan Shaoyang has just explained so much, it is redundant.

"Shaoyang, phone" Hu Yue saw that Yan Shaoyang's phone rang for a while and still didn't answer, and reminded,

"Oh,?" Yan Shaoyang heard the phone in his pocket and picked it up.

"Old Chen," such a big thing happened, Minister Chen Ming definitely already knew,

"Xiao Yan, at present, everything else is put down, first rescue the patient back, and after the matter is dealt with, come to the Ministry of Health," Chen Ming instructed,

"Well, I know, Old Chen," Yan Shaoyang hung up the phone, frowning and pondering, just listening to Old Chen's tone, it seems that things are not as simple as they seem, there should be an inside story behind the matter, this is the same as his own feelings, or does the minister also smell something else? .

The First Military Medical Clinical Hospital in Begin is one of the best in the country, and its medical conditions and technology are ranked among the best in the world.

The anxiety and sadness on the faces of these people can be seen, yes, these are the families of the patients, some are old people in their seventies and eighties, and some are women in their forties and fifties.

The old man was full of white hair, his eyes were red, his son was now being rescued in the emergency room, and he couldn't help but cry when he thought of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man, and the old man who had never shed tears for most of his life.

"Ding~!" After waiting for an hour, the lights in the operating room finally went out, which also made the hearts of the three patients' families hang in the air.

Since the three rescue rooms were next to each other, it seemed to have a tacit understanding at this time, and the lights were turned off at the same time, and the doctors walked out of the operating room one after another.

"Doctor, how is my husband......" A red eye asked, trembling, when he finished saying this, it seemed that the strength of his body had been drained,

"I'm sorry. We did our best," the doctor took off the disinfectant mask, shook his head, and said regretfully,

"Ah," the woman cried, and fainted without a breath.

"Quick. Quick, help her into the ward first, "Several doctors carried the woman into the ward,

The old man looked at the doctor's expression and knew that most of his sons had also gone to see it.

"Hey, what kind of sin did the old man suffer, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, how can I have the face to see the ancestors and the ancestors, poof~~" The old man was so angry that a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Old man, please mourn," a doctor advised,

The family of the last patient did not ask the doctor again, and the couple was paralyzed in the corridor, looking in the direction of the operating room with empty eyes, and kept muttering "Xiao Tingting~~~~~~~~~~~~~".

The corridor was also full of reporters from various newspapers, and news with explosive surnames also came out.

"The patient, Yu Tingting, was poisoned by drugs from the Chinese Medicine Association. The deceased was a little girl, only 11 years old, due to ineffective resuscitation,"

"Patient Wang Dashan died due to a mistake in the free clinic of a student who spoke little, resulting in a danger to his life, and the doctor failed to rescue him, and the deceased was a man, 40 years old." ”

"Patient Liu Yu died at the age of 38 due to the ineffective rescue due to the treatment of his own disease according to the method of Mr. Yan Shaoyang, a column of traditional Chinese medicine, which led to the danger of his life."

"For this hero of Shanhe Town, who once solved the plague incident, now there are some problems, and it has led to the death of patients, I don't know if the people's opinion of Yan Shaoyang will change now, let's interview the masses," said a reporter standing on the street, facing the camera in front of him.

"Hello, do you know Doctor Yan Shaoyang?" The reporter said to a passing crowd,

"Acquaintance, I only met today, isn't it the university teacher who killed people," the young man said,

"What do you think of him?"

"You said that you are a university teacher who teaches well, and you can also treat diseases and save people~~! Now something is wrong, I'm full", the young man walked away disdainfully after speaking,

"Hello, do you know the miracle doctor Yan Shaoyang?" the reporter asked another girl,

"Know, know, but I also read today's newspaper, I believe that Yan Shaoyang Divine Doctor, his medical skills will definitely not be a problem, my chest is because of Yan Shaoyang's method of divine medicine, it used to be two sizes smaller than this," the girl said and held her breasts in front of the camera, the breasts were big enough, but now they are even more choppy.

The female reporter wanted to ask improvisationally, what kind of method was the case, and the effect was so good. Because his chest is simply a steamed bun, Wang Zai's.

"Then, why do you believe in Yan Shaoyang's miracle doctor," the female reporter resisted her impulse and asked.

"This should be blind worship, he's my idol, besides, why is there no problem with others, but the three of them have a problem~~!! If you want me to say, there must be some people who are jealous of my idol and deliberately play tricks behind my back," the girl said in a whimsical manner.

"Let's interview this uncle again," the female reporter pointed the microphone at a middle-aged man.

"What do you think of Mr. Yan Shaoyang?"

"Facts speak louder than words, at present, we had better not jump to conclusions, things will always come to light one day, by the way, we have sweet and sour pork ribs in the restaurant, sour chicken slices stir-fried kidney flowers, fat sausages, kung pao chicken, fish-flavored shredded pork" "The middle-aged uncle stood at the door of his hotel and grabbed the microphone, making a big advertisement,

"Hehe, thank you for the interview, the female reporter was tugging on the microphone hard, but her strength was too small to pull it back, and she was smiling awkwardly there.

"Huh~~~~" After letting the middle-aged uncle advertise for half an hour, he finally took back the microphone from his hand,

"I'll delete the rest later, I'm a reporter, not an advertiser," the female reporter said in an atmospheric manner.

"Yes, Sister Han," the cameraman said with a smile.