Ye Fei did not spend the night at Song Hongyan's house, and still faced him all night in the clinic.
During this sleep, he slept until eight o'clock the next morning. After yawning and washing up, he was about to go downstairs to have breakfast, but he heard the phone ringing sharply.
Ye Fei picked it up and answered it, and soon heard Sun Bufan's hesitation.
Mr. Jia took over the topic: "What's wrong with this?"
"My son works in a small pharmaceutical factory and specializes in producing Chinese herbal medicine products for people. I heard that this pill is a new product and will be available next month."
"He knew that I had poor blood and blood, so he took a box back. I took a try and ate one every morning."
"I didn't feel anything when I was eating, I only had a little heat." He asked back: "Little miracle doctor, is there something wrong with this product?"
Aunt Jia was extremely nervous: "Is it because of the poisoning?"
"I don't know for the time being."
Ye Fei thought for a while and said, "Uncle Jia, I can trust my words. Put this medicine here and I will have someone test it."
"I will pay you how much money you bought."
He looked at the client and it was Lin Qiuling's Chunfeng Clinic.
Mr. Jia waved his hands repeatedly: "No money, no money. My son didn't give this thing either."
My son works in a pharmaceutical factory and his salary is not high. The only benefit is that he will come back several boxes of products from time to time.
It's fine after eating for several years.
Ye Fei asked: "Which pharmaceutical factory does your son work in?"
Mr. Jia replied, "It seems to be in the suburbs, and his name is Shenzhou Pharmaceutical Factory." When Ye Fei hesitated whether to remind Lin Qiuling, Zhonghai First Hospital was in a mess.
Bai Ruge's condition was still stable last night, but this morning it dropped instantly, and all major life indicators fell into dangerous areas.
Beeping alarms sounded one after another.
"What's going on?
Did you feel good last night?
Why did it turn out like this in the morning?”
Jin Ningbing, who rushed over, had a serious face: "What's wrong with it?"
"We don't know this either."
"Yes, we kept staring at the patient, no one had touched her body, and the potion was injected as ordered by the doctor."
"Maybe the patient itself has deteriorated, but this is too paradoxical, right?
The situation suddenly fell down like a cliff." "This is approaching the harsh situation in the car accident, so we must perform surgery immediately."
More than a dozen doctors wiped the sweat on their foreheads and gave their own advice.
"The situation is very dangerous. Now the operation is very risky. We must first stabilize the situation."
Jin Ningbing looked at the data, then glanced at Bai Ruge, and her pretty face changed: "Why are there only eight needles left?
What about one more?
Who pulled it out?"
She found that Bai Ruge had only eight silver needles left.
"I don't know, we didn't pull it out."
"It is probably because the silver needle is unstable and falls off, or the patient's qi and blood flow are running away."
Several doctors replied in a daze.
Jin Ningbing looked carefully, then leaned over and picked up a silver needle from the floor: "It seems that it fell down accidentally."
"If one needle is missing, the effect of the acupuncture method is greatly reduced, and the condition of the patient will inevitably worsen."
"But it doesn't matter, Xiao Yan just applies the needle again."
Jin Ningbing quickly made a decision and shouted to Lin Xiaoyan in the ward: "Xiaoyan, you can apply an injection to stabilize the patient's condition. I will arrange for Dr. Liu and others to perform the operation."
Lin Xiaoyan's face turned pale, her hands and feet were trembling, and she had no answer, and her intestines that were regretful were about to turn blue.
She pulled the silver needle.
When I came to the ward in the morning, Lin Xiaoyan was dissatisfied when she thought of Ye Fei's shouting not to pull the needle. She was unhappy and secretly pulled out a silver needle, which ended up being a big shot.
Now I'm still putting myself on the stage.
"Xiaoyan, why are you doing in a daze?
Apply the needle quickly.”
Jin Ningbing shouted anxiously at Lin Xiaoyan: "The patient's condition is very dangerous."
Lin Xiaoyan struggled to squeeze out a sentence: "Director Jin, the patient's condition has deteriorated and I can't control it."
"Your joke is so unfunny."
Jin Ningbing scolded: "The patient just had a car accident yesterday, and the seriously injured stepped into the gate of hell. You can use the silver needle to stabilize the disease and save her."
"The situation is ten times better now than when a car accident, why can't you control it?"
"Stop joking, it's important. Take the time to save people." She said dissatisfied: "Or what happens, Mr. Ma and the others will definitely be angry."
Lin Xiaoyan looked desperate: "Director Jin, one time, another time," "Director Jin, what's wrong with my daughter?"
Before Lin Xiaoyan could further defend her, Ma Jiacheng and his wife ran in from outside, looking anxious: "Have the condition worsened?"
"How could this happen?"
“Didn’t you say it was very stable last night?
Just the surgery is done at 9 o'clock today.”
Seeing his pretty face as pale as paper, Mrs. Ma almost fell down in a flash: "Didn't you say there is no danger?
How did it become like this?"
"Mr. Ma, Mrs. Ma, don't worry."
Jin Ningbing comforted the two: "With Xiaoyan here, Miss Ma will be fine."
Mrs. Ma screamed: "What's the point of face has become like this, will it be fine?"
Jin Ningbing turned his head and shouted to Lin Xiaoyan: "Xiaoyan, hurry up and stabilize Miss Ma's condition and make Mr. Ma's peace of mind."
"Don't worry, Dr. Lin dares to collect 10 million, and he will definitely have the confidence to save Ruge's life."
Ma Jiacheng also looked at Lin Xiaoyan and nodded: "Doctor Lin, please save my daughter, and you will offer you 100 million immediately."
All the doctors also looked at Lin Xiaoyan, with admiration and envy in their eyes.
"Okay" Lin Xiaoyan walked to Bai Ruge, holding a silver needle in her hand, trying to stab it, but she couldn't stop shaking.
This thorn is really either heaven or hell. Bai Ruge was cured and 100 million was obtained, delaying the rescue of people, and the bones remained.
Ma Jiacheng can give her wealth and glory, and she can also let her die without a place to bury her.
It's just that the probability of hitting a fortune is zero.
She can't even recognize the acupuncture points, so where can I get acupuncture?
Mrs. Ma urged and shouted, "Don't worry, save people quickly." "Mr. Ma, Mrs. Ma, Dean Jin, I'm sorry."
Lin Xiaoyan collapsed on the ground and cried: "I didn't save people. I don't know how to save medical skills. I don't know how to save people. I was saved by Ye Fei." "Bitch" Mrs. Ma rushed up and shot Lin Xiaoyan left and right, directly slashing her face.