Zhang Hu was directly pushed into the rescue room, leaving Lin Fan waiting anxiously outside, unable to help in the slightest.

Time passed minute by minute, and seeing that half an hour had passed, the door of the rescue room had no intention of opening.

"Where is Zhang Hu's family? Zhang Hu's family! ”

Just as Lin Fan was sitting decadently squatting aside and smoking a stuffy cigarette, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

Hurriedly extinguished the cigarette and ran anxiously.

"I'm Zhang Hu's family, how is his condition?"

The doctor was sweating profusely, and his eyes were full of regret.

Just look at the expression and know that the situation is not good.

"I'm sorry, we've done our best, he's bleeding too much, and it's too late, it's a critical illness notice, please sign it."

Looking at the snow-white paper, Lin Fan was a little incredulous.

Obviously, I could still talk to myself before I came, but now I can't say no.

"You quacks, what kind of bullshit critical illness notice is this, Lao Tzu won't sign it!"

After saying that, he pushed the doctor away and tried to break in directly.

The doctor has been practicing for more than ten years, reading countless people, and bravely entering the emergency room, it is the first time I have seen him.

"Stop, you can't go in here!"

After speaking, he directly grabbed Lin Fan.

"We can understand your feelings, but this is a hospital, please follow the rules here!"

"Rules? Lao Tzu's rules are rules, get out of the way, don't delay Lao Tzu to save people! ”

After speaking, he directly shook off the doctor and rushed in directly.

"Someone, security guards, hurry up and catch this person!"

When Lin Fan broke in, Zhang Hu was lying quietly on the hospital bed, his face was pale and motionless.

The ECG monitor on the side has become a straight line, indicating that he no longer has any vital signs.

Lin Fan's eyes were slightly wet, and he couldn't help but sigh a little at the impermanence of life.

Obviously he was still inviting himself to stay at his house in the afternoon, but now he is lying quietly.

"Brother, don't worry, I will save you!"

Lin Fan silently clenched Zhang Hu's hand, his eyes full of determination.

He took out a silver pin bag and spread it on the table.

The thumb and forefinger gently twist a slender silver needle and insert it precisely into the acupuncture point.

After inserting dozens of sticks, a cyan air flow was carried in the palm of his hand.

True Qi was transmitted into Zhang Hu's body with the silver needle.

This is the legendary Nine Turns of Yin and Yang, which can bring back to life the dead.

This medical technique has been lost for many years, and this is the first time Lin Fan has used it, and it is unknown whether it can be successful.

Outside the rescue room, it has become a pot of porridge.

"Vice Dean, you're finally here!"

A group of doctors looked forward to the stars and the moon, and finally looked forward to a savior.

"What about people?"

Hu Qingniu looked angry, and just as he was about to rest, he received a call from the doctor on duty, saying that someone had broken into the emergency room.

If something happens, no one can afford it.

"It's still in the rescue room."

"What? It's been so long, still in the emergency room, how are you doing! ”

"Then he locked the door, what can we do, we can't pry the door."

The doctor on duty that night complained softly, after all, he was the chief director and vice president, and in the final analysis, he was just a little Luo Luo at the bottom.

When others teach a lesson, they will only be criticized.

"What about the security guards? Smash this door open for me! ”

The vice president spoke, and the security guard immediately picked up the guy and prepared to start.

Just as he was about to break in, the door of the rescue room actually opened.

The security guard didn't stop and almost fell and ate.

"Vice Dean! People are out! ”

The doctor on duty said excitedly, and his hanging heart was finally relaxed.

Hu Qingniu rushed forward with an arrow step, and with this skill, he couldn't tell that he was already a septuagenarian.

"The emergency room is such a serious place, can you say that you can break in, if the patient makes a mistake, our hospital will not be responsible!"

After speaking, he didn't have time to say anything to Lin Fanduo, and rushed directly into the rescue room.

Behind him was a large group of doctors.

After entering the rescue room, Hu Qingniu froze, and the monitor showed that Zhang Hu's vital signs were stable and not life-threatening.

Fang Qing, the doctor on duty, was also stunned for a moment.

How is this possible?

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, when he came out, his heartbeat had obviously stopped, Lin Fan had only been in for about ten minutes, how could he save him.

"Where's that guy just now? Quick, get him in! ”

As soon as Lin Fan came in, Hu Qingniu asked humbly.

"Little brother, may I ask how you used to bring him back to life?"

"Exclusive secrets, can't be leaked."

Fang Qing saw that Lin Fan was talking to Hu Qingniu with such an attitude, and immediately interjected.

"What kind of attitude is your kid, you talk to our director like this, he is a famous doctor in our city, you kid is just lucky, he happened to save you, our director can talk to you That's your blessing!"

"Fang Qing, shut up, how did you talk to the divine doctor!"

Fang Qing probably didn't expect that his ass would be directly slapped on the horse's leg.

Not only was it not praised, but it attracted a lot of scolding.

Now he didn't dare to say anything, shrunk to the side and didn't even dare to raise his head.

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I'm the so-called director, my medical skills are just average, and you, who didn't graduate from seven or eight years of bachelor's and master's studies, so many people combined, they are not as good as the little brother."

"You group of people have been brainwashed by Western medicine, and you have long left the things of your ancestors I don't know where to go, what's the use of talking to you quacks."

"What, you cured him with Chinese medicine?"

If it were someone else, he would probably be very annoyed if he was scolded as a quack, but Hu Qingniu didn't care about these at all, and now he was eager to know how Zhang Hu got better.

Seeing that his eyes were full of thirst for knowledge, Lin Fan planned to reluctantly reveal some to him.

"Exactly, I cured him with acupuncture."

"Acupuncture?"

When Fang Qing heard this, he smiled disdainfully, just just put a few needles on the person's body, this can cure the disease?

"Could it be the legendary Nine Turns Yin Yang Needle?"

A glimmer of light flashed in Hu Qingniu's eyes, and he also heard a master casually talk about this needle.

When he heard that Hu Qingniu could tell his own stitching, Lin Fan was still quite surprised.

I didn't expect this old director to have some research on traditional Chinese medicine.

"It's the Nine Turns Yin Yang Needle."

Hearing this name, Hu Qingniu was in awe.

"Little brother, who are you, this kind of stitching method is rumored to have been lost for many years, why would you?"

Hu Qingniu vaguely felt that the young man in front of him was not as simple as he imagined.