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Chapter 4642: He can’t die

Qin Si shook his head, looked at the man standing in the light and shadow, and then looked at Qiao Nian: "That's all I know."

"Yeah." Qiao Nian waved his hand: "Go and do your work."

Qin Si glanced at her again and hesitated: "Sister Qiao, don't tell Mr. Wan what I just told you. I'm afraid he will be angry..."

"Um."

Seeing that she promised him, Qin Si felt relieved and went to find Zhang Yang.



Zhang Yang has many connections in Beijing.

They are different from Qin Si and others.

Qin Si is also a person who is good at communication, but Qin Si's circle is too high-level, and the people who usually catch his eye must be people with some foundation in the capital.

Zhang Yang is different.

Zhang Yang's family is mainly engaged in business, and businessmen always have friends from all walks of life. They also know the chief doctors of major hospitals.

He saw that Ye Wangchuan didn't want to make a big fuss, so he was smart enough not to have a relationship with the dean, so he went to find the director of the laboratory department whom he was familiar with.

After a while, the director of the laboratory department came out with him, greeted the nurse responsible for calling the number, and asked Ye Wangchuan and others to call in.

ten minutes later.

The test results are out.

The nurse just took the report and called out the name.

Zhang Yang and Qin Si surrounded him.

"How about it?"

"Your surname is Ye, right?"

The nurse didn't know the identity of the injured patient, but she probably knew that the injured patient was more important, so she found Ye Wangchuan's picture from a pile of reports.

She glanced at the examination results, frowned slightly, and just said to Zhang Yang and others: "Wait a moment, I will go in and ask the doctor."

A hand stretched out, its bright white fingers slender under the light, as beautiful as white jade.

"Let me do it."

The nurse subconsciously looked over and saw the owner of the hand.

She is a very young girl.

Wearing a peaked cap.

They are close.

She could clearly see the girl's delicate and outstanding face under the brim of her peaked hat.

The nurses were a little surprised.

Where did such a beautiful girl come from?

But she was still skeptical: "Can you read the report?"

The girl took the CT scan from her and said casually, "I understand a little bit."

The nurse didn't know what to say and said a little worriedly: "Okay, you take a look first. If you don't understand, just tell me and I'll take it in and let the doctor take a look."

It happened that other patients came around to see if their CT results had come out, so the nurse went to hand out the test results of other patients first.

Qin Si glanced at the girl who had "a little knowledge of medical skills" with a complicated expression. He wanted to say something magical, but when he thought about how Qiao Nian often said "hundreds of billions" when it came to money, the words suddenly didn't taste good.

Already.

"The local soft tissue is swollen, and there may be air bubbles or hematoma in the subcutaneous fat layer." The girl suppressed her anger, the corners of her eyes were scarlet, and she glanced at the person who seemed to be fine.

Qin Si all swallowed for Ye Wangchuan.

Sister Qiao seemed angry at her tone.

Qiao Nian continued to read the CT results in her hand: "Fractures of the thoracic spinous process, lamina, or transverse process vertebral body, etc., and in severe cases, fracture displacement may occur."

Zhang Yang's face was full of surprise, and he subconsciously took a peek at Ye Wangchuan's reaction. He saw the man standing there with a graceful appearance, showing no signs of physical discomfort.

He suppressed his expression of surprise and was secretly shocked by the endurance of these top young men in Beijing.

He had always thought that whether it was Qin Si or Ye Wangchuan... these people who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths should all be the squeamish type. (End of Chapter)

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