The stone of life and death, a total of seven pieces of vitality and seven pieces of murderous intent.
Ye Fei used up seven pieces of vitality to save his mother and Qianqian, which forced him to learn medical skills to save people again.
He worked hard for a month to save Han Nanhua, Huang Zhendong and others. He finally accumulated seven pieces of vitality, but he used it tonight.
He was a little depressed.
But Ye Fei also wanted to see if seven vitality can make a "dead person" come alive.
White light poured into Yang Yaodong's body one after another.
Although the instruments on his body had long been pulled out by the nurse, Ye Fei could clearly feel that Yang Yaodong, whose life characteristics were about to be reduced, gradually regained his vitality.
Internal injuries are also slowly recovered in various places.
But Yang Yaodong did not wake up immediately, which made Ye Fei feel furious. He wondered if the seven vitality was not enough to survive?
Thinking of this, Ye Fei immediately took out the silver needle and used the Nine Palace Returning to Yang Yaodong.
"Seventy percent sure?
Acupuncture?
Nonsense!”
The cold and beautiful female doctor was furious when she heard this: "How can there be a rescue if you die in your brain?
And it’s a Chinese medicine method.”
"Young man, now is not the time for you to be sensational."
"Get out immediately, or I will call the police to arrest you."
In her opinion, Ye Fei was not only making trouble, but also slapped the doctors in the face, but she did not come forward to pull him up, so as not to be considered as ulterior motives by the Yang family.
She looked at Yang Jianxiong: "Shi Yang, Yang Hall has died miserably enough. How can you bear to be destroyed like this?"
Several senior police officials couldn't stand it and couldn't help but say, "Ship Yang, let Department Yang rest in peace."
Yang Jianxiong's expression was very complicated. He hoped that Ye Fei could save his elder brother, but judging from the doctors and the others, the elder brother was obviously dead.
No matter how powerful Ye Fei is, he will never be able to revive himself. He also uses a silver needle to save people, and at least he needs blood transfusions, electric shocks, etc.
It seems that I was really thinking too much and treating Ye Fei as a life-saving straw.
He staggered to Ye Fei and shouted, "Ye Fei, thank you, let my brother go with peace of mind." "Give me thirty minutes."
Ye Fei didn't raise his eyelids, and he responded calmly to Yang Jianxiong: "Half an hour later, I'll give you a miracle."
Yang Jianxiong was slightly stunned, very surprised Ye Fei's confidence.
“Thirty minutes?
If you give you three hours, you will never be able to save Yang Hall.”
Doctor Leng Yan was furious: "Young man, can you stop making trouble?"
"You make trouble like this not only makes us trouble, but also offends Yang Ting."
She stared at Ye Fei with her eyebrows and said, "We are all the top doctors in this hospital. If we judge Yang Hall to die, it will be difficult for even the gods to save them."
Several female nurses didn't bother to look at Ye Fei, thinking that he was just a mess.
"If you can't do it, it doesn't mean I can't do it."
Ye Fei glanced at him: "There are people outside of him, don't you understand?"
"I can't do it?
My name is Jin Ningbing, a family of doctors. I graduated from Harvard Medical School and have been in the industry for three years. I am the new vice president of our hospital."
Jin Ningbing smiled angrily when she heard this: "Tell me, which top student are you?"
Ye Fei shrugged: "I'm sorry, I'm not from medical school and I haven't worked in any hospital."
“Don’t you come from medical school?
Didn't work in the hospital?
In other words, you have become a self-taught master halfway through the journey?”
Jin Ningbing shouted: "It's really ridiculous. Doctors like you are so arrogant, are you embarrassed to question my medical skills?"
All the medical staff were in an uproar.
They once thought Ye Fei was a famous doctor, otherwise he would not have been noticed by Yang Jianxiong, but who knew he was a barefoot doctor.
Isn't this a mess?
Several female nurses curled their lips, very disdain and contempt.
Yang Jianxiong's expression was also a bit awkward.
"You are so powerful, why can't you cure your skin disease?"
Ye Fei spoke without hesitation: "A mere minor illness will make you worse than death. How good is it to be like a barefoot doctor?"
While speaking, Ye Fei's hands were still constantly, constantly flipping back and forth on the silver needle, gathering Yang Yaodong's vitality.
He had discovered that the seven vitality was enough to save Yang Yaodong, but his injury was too serious and he repaired it slowly, and there was no need for the Nine Palace Rejuvenation Acupuncture.
However, Ye Fei did not stop. In addition to adding more insurance, he also allowed everyone to better accept himself and resurrect himself.
Otherwise, if Yang Yaodong just touched it casually, wouldn’t everyone regard themselves as a monster?
"You have been suffering from skin disease for almost ten years, right?"
As the thought turned, Ye Fei said again: "It's been ten years, but I can't cure myself. Your medical skills are really full of water."
Jin Ningbing was stunned: "How did you know I have a skin disease?"
She herself didn't know what was going on. When the weather was hot or the wind was strong, her whole body would be itchy and painful. No matter how much ointment or medicine was applied, it would be useless.
But she has always been hiding this secret and prevents outsiders from knowing to question her medical skills, but she did not expect that Ye Fei would reveal it in one word.
Ye Fei slapped the face without hesitation: "This is the difference between you and me."
"Even if you have some knowledge, so what?"
Jin Ningbing was so ashamed and angry: "I don't believe that brain-dead people can survive."
Her worldview and knowledge made her believe that Yang Yaodong would never be resurrected.
"Make a bet."
Ye Fei twisted his fingers on the silver needle: "If I let Yang Ting survive, you go to Jin Zhilin to sweep the floor for me."
The clinic is short of staff, so Ye Fei doesn't mind pulling a few more strong men.
sweep the floor?
Jin Ningbing laughed angrily: "What if I can't survive?
Have you come to the hospital to wash the toilet for three years?"
"That's it."
Ye Fei agreed: "Just wait to sweep the floor for me."
“Extremely childish.”
Jin Ningbing refused to argue that he completely determined that Ye Fei was a liar.
"Swoosh--" Ye Fei ignored her anymore, twisted his fingers and dropped the last stitch.
He shouted suddenly: "Get up!"
A flash of light.
"Ah—" After the words fell, a young nurse's delicate body shook instantly, and her screams resounded throughout the emergency room.
Jin Ningbing and the others subconsciously looked up.
The next second, they were all stunned! Because, because - Yang Yaodong, who had already "dead" on the hospital bed, actually sat up.
I really sat up! I opened my eyes! How could it be?
"I'll go, is this a human or a ghost?"
Jin Ningbing was so scared that she took more than ten steps back. Her pretty face was shocked and shocked.
How terrifying it is for a person who thought he was dead to stare at her like this.
Several young nurses even sat on the ground, their legs trembling constantly, Yang Jianxiong roared: "Brother--" He was ecstatic.
Several nurses immediately rushed to connect the instrument.
The instruments were instantly made, and all rushed towards the normal index.
Jin Ningbing and others couldn't accept it at all.
Really come alive?
How could Ye Fei pick up Jin Ningbing's chin: "Remember, go to Jin Zhilin to sweep the floor on Monday"