Lin Zhenghai was sitting in a wheelchair, lost in thought. His son was dying. As an old father, he didn't care about recuperating and came here to wait day and night.
On the side, another person is also resting with his eyes closed. He is Zheng Xianghua.
He was invited by Ling Guofeng to save Lin Guangyuan.
It's a pity that Zheng Xianghua's medical skills are not good enough to compare with Qin Fei's. Faced with Lin Guangyuan's serious trauma, there is nothing he can do.
Fortunately, Ling Guofeng informed him in time, and when he arrived, he stopped the hospital from removing the silver needles.
As Qin Fei's junior brother, he couldn't recognize that this was the Nine Sun Divine Needle arranged by Qin Fei.
Even this kind of acupuncture method was used, which shows how serious Lin Guangyuan's injury was.
Therefore, he did not leave the hospital in the past two days. He had to check on the deterioration of Lin Guangyuan's injury every once in a while.
With his serious injury, probably only his senior brother in the world can heal him.
So he has to wait.
"Qin Fei?"
At this moment, Lin Zhenghai discovered Qin Fei and shouted.
"Senior brother?"
Hearing this, Zheng Xianghua reacted and quickly came forward to greet him.
"You finally woke up!"
The joy on his face could not be concealed. Zheng Xianghua supported Qin Fei and said, "Brother, why are you down? Your injuries are so serious. You should have a good rest."
"No need to help me, I'm not that weak yet."
Qin Fei pushed Zheng Xianghua's hand away and said, "How is Mr. Lin's situation?"
"With your Nine Sun Divine Needle, his life is temporarily suspended."
"That's good."
After taking a long breath, Qin Fei felt a big stone in his heart fell to the ground, as long as the silver needle hadn't been pulled out yet.
"Little miracle doctor, please save my son!"
At this time, Lin Zhenghai came over in a wheelchair, his face full of pleading.
"Don't worry, Mr. Lin has become like this because of me. I will definitely save him."
After saying that, Qin Fei looked at Zheng Xianghua and said, "Junior brother, can you bring a medicine box?"
"Of course there is a medicine box, but senior brother, you are still so weak, so there is no need to rush to save people." Zheng Xianghua said anxiously.
When Qin Fei was brought to the hospital, his injuries looked numb, so he came to rescue Lin Guangyuan as soon as he woke up, and Zheng Xianghua naturally wanted to stop him.
"I don't like to owe favors. Although the Nine-Yang Divine Needle can kill someone, if it goes too long, he will most likely not be able to wake up."
The human body is an extremely complex organism. Once the coma lasts too long, brain cells may be irreversibly damaged, so Lin Guangyuan's problem must be solved immediately.
No delay.
"But senior brother, are you really okay with your health?" Zheng Xianghua asked worriedly.
"Can't die!"
With that said, Qin Fei walked towards the entrance of the ICU ward.
"Wait, who are you?"
It happened that at this moment, the ICU ward door opened, and a group of people walked out, led by the director of the First People's Hospital.
"He is my senior brother." At this time, Zheng Xianghua took the initiative to introduce.
"Your senior brother?"
Zheng Xianghua's words made the dean and others look strange.
How old is Zheng Xianghua?
And how old is Qin Feicai?
How could two people be senior brothers?
"Doctor Zheng, you better stop joking," a chief physician said.
"He's not joking, he was the one who saved me in the first place." At this moment, Lin Zhenghai came over in a wheelchair.
"What?"
"Is he the miracle doctor back then?"
Upon hearing this, the dean was in awe.
He was the one who performed Lin Zhenghai's surgery. At that time, he thought that if someone hadn't stopped Lin Zhenghai's bleeding points with silver needles, he might have died.
During this period, he often asked Lin Zhenghai for news about Qin Fei, but it was a pity that Lin Zhenghai never told him.
So when he heard this, it was inevitable that he would be shocked.
He was so young, but his medical skills were so superb that he could not imagine.
"Dean, he is the man who was shot dozens of times two days ago."
At this time, the words of an expert behind the dean made everyone in the audience fall into a deeper shock.
They had already heard about Qin Fei. He was shot so many times and his life was not in danger. It was a miracle.
"Hello, hello, I am the director of this hospital. My name is Gong Guoxiang."
Knowing that the person in front of him was the person he had always wanted to see, Gong Guoxiang quickly stretched out his hand, his old face smiling like a chrysanthemum.
"Well, my name is Qin Fei."
After shaking hands with the other party symbolically, Qin Fei said: "Dean, Mr. Lin's injury is very serious. I want to go in and treat him. Can it be convenient?"
"Can you cure it?"
Hearing this, everyone frowned slightly.
In fact, they just entered the ICU just to check Lin Guangyuan's injury.
He was covered in gunshot wounds and suffered excessive blood loss. According to common sense, such a person would have been declared dead long ago.
But Lin Guangyuan was not dead, he still had some breath left.
This was very puzzling to them.
And according to Zheng Xianghua, Lin Guangyuan's life now depends on a few silver needles hanging on his body.
They believe that silver needles can stop bleeding, after all, this happened in history.
To be honest, they have never seen anyone use a silver needle to extend their life.
"My senior brother has extraordinary medical skills. If he says it can be cured, it can be cured." At this time, Zheng Xianghua said with great certainty.
"Okay, you go in and give it a try."
After thinking for a while, Gong Guoxiang agreed.
Lin Guangyuan's injury was too serious, and their hospital could not provide any effective treatment at all. If Qin Fei could really treat him, it would not be a bad thing.
"But this little miracle doctor, can we watch from the sidelines?"
Just when Qin Fei was about to enter the ICU, Gong Guoxiang suddenly asked with some anxiety.
"Just watch it if you want."
Qin Fei never had any hidden ideas about his medical skills, and they wouldn't be able to learn them anyway.
I guess I can only shout 666 from the sidelines.
"Thank you."
Hearing this, Gong Guoxiang's face lit up, he quickly got out of the way and made a gesture of invitation.
Compared with ordinary wards, the smell of disinfectant in the ICU is stronger, and there is also a layer of dead air lingering that cannot be seen by the naked eye.
After all, this place has the highest mortality rate in the hospital. Of the ten people who come in, two or three will probably not be able to leave alive.
After performing relative disinfection, Qin Fei and his party came to the ward where Lin Guangyuan was located.
I saw that Lin Guangyuan's body was connected to various life support instruments, his face was sallow, and his breathing was weak.
Because he still had silver needles stuck in his body, the hospital did not treat the wounds accordingly after removing the bullets from him. Many places were still exposed, which looked shocking.
"Brother, this is a silver needle."
At this time Zheng Xianghua handed over a box of silver needles.
"Well, let me rest for ten minutes."
After taking the silver needle box, Qin Fei sat down on a small stool beside him and began to practice Qigong with his eyes closed.
The injuries on his body have not healed completely, and his true energy has not returned to its peak state. Lin Guangyuan's injury is too serious. Since it needs to be cured, it must be cured at once.
"What kind of medicine is sold in this gourd?"
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they were all confused by Qin Fei's behavior.