When the doctors and nurses saw that Chi Jianguo looked bad, they hurriedly turned around and surrounded Zhang Ye’s bed, not knowing what they were checking.

Yang Luo pouted his lips and said, "I'm talking to Vice President Chi! Who is that guy? I know you found me, and he still has the courage to obscene me."

Chi Jianguo said: "His name is Bai Junjie, he is the nephew of Vice President Bai Penggao. He graduated from Johns Hopkins Medical School in the United States with a doctorate degree. He was specially hired by our hospital."

"Oh?" Yang Luo raised his eyebrows, "Johns Hopkins is still a doctor, he is really a big deal. He has to get to know him if he has the chance." Speaking of this, he touched his chin: "This Bai Penggao was also hired?"

"Yes! It was invited by President Jian himself." Chi Jianguo nodded.

Yang Luo said: "No wonder he is so arrogant and doesn't take you seriously."

Chi Jianguo smiled and said, "We are looked down upon by the soldiers, and the Bai family is a medical family in China and has a high prestige. It is normal not to take me seriously."

Yang Luo smiled and said, "It's better not to mess with me."

At this time, the doctors and nurses walked out, and one doctor said, "Director! Gunshot wounds are the most susceptible to infection, and once the infection is difficult to control, we should think of ways to prevent it."

Chi Jianguo said: "Gullshot infection is a global medical problem. We can only treat it with existing antibacterial drugs conservatively. Once these drugs do not work, they can only leave it to fate."

The doctors and nurses who participated in the operation lowered their heads one by one. Although they didn’t know Zhang Ye, they could also be said to have witnessed a miracle of life in the operating room. In order to save a life, each of them tried their best. Now that people are alive, it would be a pity to let the patient die due to infection.

When Li Na heard their conversation, she was anxious and walked to Yang Luo and grabbed his hand tightly and said, "Yang Luo! You must think of a solution."

Yang Luo said comfortingly: "Don't worry if I'm here, let's talk about Zhang Ye's physical fitness." Even he himself felt a little guilty. Such a serious gunshot wound would be infected by 90%. With Zhang Ye's physical fitness, the chance of getting through the difficulties after infection is indeed twice to three times that of ordinary people. But this is just a chance, and no one would expect the consequences.

Suddenly, Yang Luo thought of something his teacher said accidentally two years ago. A biology institute in the United States is studying a special anti-infection agent called V. If the research function is done, it will completely kill common bacteria such as chlorobacteria and pneumoniae.

A noisy sound came from the stairs, interrupting his thoughts. Yang Luo frowned and said, "I said to Vice President Chi, your hospital is really lively. If you don't know, you would think it's a vegetable market."

Chi Jianguo's face turned red when his nephew said, "I'll go and have a look."

Yang Luo said, "I'll go and have a look, too."

The doctors and nurses followed them, and Yang Luo immediately saw Dr. Bai Junjie. Across him stood an old man wearing an old military uniform and a crutch.

Bai Junjie was foaming at the mouth and talking on an official voice, "I said, this old comrade, you are also an old party member. You have been in our military general hospital for more than two months. You can eat and stay for free without spending a penny. Now, the beds in our hospital are very tight, so you can sacrifice to free up the bed and you will be discharged tomorrow."

Yang Luo stood at the stairs and looked at it coldly, "This old man should be a soldier."

A young nurse standing next to him said angrily: "This old man participated in the Vietnam War, resisted the U.S. aggression and aid Korea, and later lost his leg in a battle. He is a very famous combat hero."

A cold red light flashed in Yang Luo's eyes. Such an old soldier and a fighting hero have paid so much for the country and the people, and now he has even stripped of the right to see a doctor.

The old man's body was trembling, and finally sighed: "I'll go!" After saying that, he turned around and walked into the ward. He walked out of the ward with a torn package in a short time. He walked towards the stairs with a crutch. Although one of his legs was gone and it was difficult to walk, his upper body was still straight.

Several nurses standing there couldn't see it anymore and hurriedly walked up to help the old man get the package, but the old man put his crutch across his chest and said shamelessly: "My leg was blown away by shells back then, but I still killed three American devils with both hands." Speaking of this package, "I can still hold this thing, and you can't hold it." Real soldiers are proud, and no one can stand such humiliation. What's more, he is a hero who has participated in the Vietnam War and fought against the United States and aid Korea.

The doctors and nurses all looked ashamed. No one could do anything like this, and they were so gentle. Besides, the one who drove the elderly out of the hospital was an order given by Vice President Bai, so they didn't dare to say anything even if they had any ideas.

Bai Junjie shouted proudly: "That's right. If you are an old party member, you must have such awareness." After saying that, he pointed to a nurse in front of him, "You go and notify the Finance Department to buy him a train ticket home. We cannot treat the old hero unfairly."

The word "hero" was very harsh when he said it. Yang Luo turned his head to look at Chi Jianguo with a pale face, and then walked over quickly.

Bai Junjie raised his head and froze on his face with a smug smile. He turned around and wanted to walk. Then his neck was grabbed by a strong big hand, and then his whole body was picked up like a little chick.

The people around him saw Yang Luo pinch Bai Junjie so much that they rolled their eyes. They didn't know where this guy came from, but the aura on his body was so terrible. Seeing Bai Junjie's face getting redder and his eyes were bulging, struggling desperately. Several brave and brave men rushed forward to save Bai Junjie.

Yang Luo quickly raised his feet, and the two guys in front felt a slight pain in their abdomen, and then a strong force surged in, as if they were pushed and their whole body flew up, but they were not hurt much, which was also Yang Luo's feet. The other people hurriedly retreated and kept a safe distance from Yang Luo. The old hero was also a little surprised and stood there staring at Yang Luo in a daze.

Yang Luo was indeed angry. If these old Red Army soldiers had not fought bloody battles on the battlefield, there would be China now? As a soldier, how could he have let his old seniors be treated like this?

Wang Rou's face changed: "Uncle Second, please stop Yang Luo quickly, he will really kill that guy."

Chi Jianguo was also anxious, "Don't you understand him yet? In this situation, it's useless for the old man to come."

Wang Rou looked at Bei Yinyao again, "Maybe you can only stop him from going quickly, otherwise something big will happen."

Bei Yinyao nodded, walked over and pulled Yang Luo's arm and said softly: "Yang Luo! Let go quickly and let him go and let me say something."

Yang Luo heard Bei Yinyao's voice and his anger disappeared a lot. At this time, a loud shout came from behind: "What are you doing? Do you know where this place is? Why don't you let go of the person quickly?"

Feeling that the terrifying aura on Yang Luo had been restrained a lot, Bei Yinyao, Wang Rou, and Chi Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief. But when he heard the sudden shout, his face changed, "It's bad!"

Sure enough, Yang Luo's hand, which had already let go, tightened again. Bai Junjie had just taken a big breath, and then he was disconnected from his dear air.

A middle-aged man walked up to Yang Luo with anger on his face and said, "Let him go quickly."

A bright smile suddenly appeared on Yang Luo's face, "Let me let him go, yes." After saying that, his arm shook and Bai Junjie flew towards the stairs.

"Pu" Bai Junjie rolled down the stairs, and the doctors and nurses hurriedly chased after him. It took a long time to scream.

The middle-aged man's face turned pale, "Do you know who he is? He is a doctorate from Johns Hopkins Medical School. Do you know how much effort it took to get him to our hospital."

"Oh?" Yang Luo raised his eyebrows, "I have such a big background, I don't know which class he graduated."

"I know the doctoral student in 2007, which was said by Director Bai himself." A doctor said.

When the middle-aged man heard it, he suddenly looked up and looked in the direction of the sound. However, after such a big noise, everyone around him didn't know who said it, and they all looked innocent. It seemed that Bai Junjie was not popular here.

Yang Luo nodded and looked gloomy. He took out the phone and dialed the number. After a short time, the phone was connected. Yang Luo said in English: "Hello! I am a member of the International Thoracic Surgery Association, and my name is Yang Luo. I want to ask Johns Hopkins Medical School to find the information."

Anyone present can understand English more or less. How could he not have heard of the International Thoracic Surgery Association? It is said that there are less than 100 members of this organization, all of which are the world's top thoracic surgeon experts. There are only 17 members. It is conceivable that this organization is not something that anyone who wants to enter. And there is no thoracic surgeon expert in China who can enter and become an ordinary member.

Now the eyes of the doctors and nurses at Yang Luo have changed, and there are doubts and respect. The people who participated in the operation with Yang Luo just now finally understood that no wonder they have never heard of the name of closed blood vessel defect suture and Yang Luo's violation of routine surgery. This should be a new surgical plan at the forefront of the world.

The middle-aged man sneered. He thought that Yang Luo must be bluffing, how could he be a member of the International Thoracic Surgery Association at such a young age? Even after applying for more than a dozen times, he was not recognized.

Yang Luo was not showing off anything, because he knew that if he didn't report this title, he would not tell him anything with the Americans' rigorous attitude and privacy rights.

The secretary who answered the phone was startled and hurriedly checked that Yang Luo, the International Thoracic Surgery Association, had the name Yang Luo. Then he called the dean because their dean was a member of the International Thoracic Surgery Association.

Not long after, an old but full of anger came from the receiver, "Yang! As a member, you ran back to China to be lazy. Should I be caught by someone?"

Yang Luo also laughed happily: "Old John! Long time no see, how are Mrs. Lacey?"

Old John said with a smile: "Yang! You stole Lacey's heart. Every time I go home, she will chant your name in my ear a few times."

Yang Luo laughed again: "Oh! John, you can't blame me for this, who made me look handsomer than you?"
Chapter completed!