In the incomparable darkness, once there is a little light, even if the light is as small as a firefly, it will attract all eyes to chase it.
Instantly, everyone looked towards the inner courtyard: Who?
Who said the baby can be saved?
The mother, who was hugging her head and crying, looked up suddenly as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Really? Can Xiaoyu really be saved?!"
Jiang Daochuan also seemed to take a breath, got up from the ground, and looked around with gleaming eyes.
Facing all the eyes, Yang Bei walked into the courtyard.
He nodded slightly and said in a calm voice: "Yes."
Immediately afterwards, Chu Nanshan also entered the yard, with a shocked face: "Xiao Yang, you can really save me, don't be joking."
"Human life is at stake, I won't joke, prepare a medicinal bath."
Yang Bei said as he walked inside.
But he was stopped: "Wait, who are you?"
The person who stopped him was Wan Chenglong, the grandson of Wan Zhonghua. He was in his thirties and worked as the deputy director of the provincial hospital. He was able to sit in this position at a young age. In addition to his connections, he also had quite good medical skills.
After he left, several other doctors gathered around him and asked with a frown: "Old Chu, who is this guy?"
"Chu Nanshan, I know you have been unhappy in recent years, but don't bring your apprentices to stir up trouble."
"You look like you're in your early twenties, right? You've only studied medicine for a few years? Are you saying you can cure Xiaoyu's disease?"
None of them believed it.
I prefer to think that they saw the Jiang family's strong financial resources and came to try their luck.
After all, all the doctors present are well-known and can be regarded as the poster children of high-end hospitals outside.
Wan Lao has a greater reputation and can make all the difference in the field of Chinese medicine.
Even they couldn't cure Xiaoyu's uremia, but now a young man in his twenties said he could save her. If they didn't stop him, they would be sorry for having been doctors for so many years.
Being coaxed by everyone, Jiang Daochuan and his wife also reacted.
That's right, even Wan Lao can't treat a disease well. How can a young man treat it well?
The profession of Chinese medicine requires a lot of experience.
The older you are, the more trusted you are.
Yang Bei is obviously unreliable at his age, and Chu Nanshan behind him looks pretty much the same.
Just when Jiang Daochuan thought of this, another doctor sneered: "Chu Nanshan, you can't just try to climb a high tree just because of the recession in the past few years. Mr. Jiang, you still don't know who Chu Nanshan is, do you? In the past, Nanshan Medical Center
He is also well-known in the Jiangzhou industry, but thanks to Chu Nanshan, a big leader took bad medicine, and his reputation was ruined."
"People from Nanshan Medical Center, it's better not to come out and embarrass yourself."
Seeing the sarcastic faces of the doctors around him, Chu Nanshan's face became gloomy.
Jiang Daochuan also became vigilant, gritting his teeth and looking at the two of them: "You, can you really cure Xiaoyu?"
"well."
Yang Bei sighed: "How many times have you asked this question since I came in? I was willing to take action because I felt sorry for him. Do you really want to hinder me from saving people?"
Jiang Daochuan's face changed slightly.
Several doctors around him started to sneer: "If you are in the way, I want you to get out of here. Let's get over it as soon as possible while we are not angry."
"I'm afraid that once I take action, my secret will be exposed."
"Boy, if you were to play tricks on me like this in normal times, my Jiang family would never end it with you!"
Jiang Daochuan growled and said that if he didn't care about his children, he would never let Yang Bei go.
Wan Laoye frowned and said to the receptionist: "Ask them to wait in the front hall. Lao Chu, if anything happens to you, you should never come out to cause trouble at this time!"
He was also a little angry.
Everyone sympathizes with Jiang Xiaoyu's family.
At this moment, Yang Bei stepped forward to stir up trouble. Isn't this scolding?
Yang Bei looked around and suddenly laughed, which was particularly unexpected in the sad atmosphere. Wan Chenglong couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed him by the collar: "Boy, why are you laughing?"
"I'm laughing. You obviously don't like it, but you let the little baby die and refused to let me see it."
Yang Bei shrugged and said nonchalantly: "What? Are you so afraid that I will ruin your reputation and swell your face by treating the little baby?"
Oops——
As soon as Yang Bei finished saying this, Chu Nanshan behind him became excited.
This kid is really not afraid of offending people!
The doctors around Wan Lao were also shocked: everyone has major illnesses and minor disasters, so doctors are a respected profession no matter where they go.
What's more, they are all famous doctors.
When have you ever been scolded by a brat?
A few of the less well-educated people were so angry that their lungs were about to burst. They were about to curse when someone suddenly said: "Hey, why does this young man look so familiar to me? Boy, did you treat Shen Hongyan at Shen's house in Jiangbei before? The one?"
"Is it him? I really think about it and have an impression."
Someone remembers Yang Bei.
Shen Hongyan's skin disease is also considered a difficult and complicated disease. Many of them have seen it and paid attention to the Shen family's medical treatment and marriage recruitment.
But most of them don't know that it was Yang Bei, a young boy, who cured a disease that none of them could cure.
Yang Bei looked at the man and nodded: "Yes, dragon scale disease."
Dragon scale disease?
Wan Lao thought about it and was a little shocked: he had seen records of this disease in medical books and heard that it was very rare, but he didn't know how to treat it.
This kid knows about dragon scale disease, and can he be optimistic about it?
When Wan Laozhen was a little shocked, Mrs. Jiang also spoke.
Her voice was hoarse and filled with despair: "Get out of the way!"
"Anyway, the little fish is hopeless in your mouth, so let this gentleman save it!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone couldn't help but separate.
Jiang Daochuan was startled and looked at his wife: "You——"
Mrs. Jiang's face turned pale: "Daochuan, rather than let Xiaoyu wait for death, I would rather make a last ditch effort, even if there is only a little chance of survival."
Jiang Daochuan understood what his wife meant.
Seize the last life-saving straw and treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.
He took a deep breath and looked at Yang Bei, gritted his teeth and said, "Mr., if you can cure Xiaoyu, I, the whole Jiang family, will be at your disposal! But if Xiaoyu is left uneasy even for the last part of the journey, I, I will definitely seek justice!”
Yang Bei had a strange expression, as if he didn't notice the evil spirit in Jiang Daochuan's words at all, and asked easily: "Are you done?"
"That's all."
"Then why don't you go quickly? Don't delay my treatment."
Yang Bei passed by Jiang Daochuan and walked up to the little guy. He first looked at the skin color, eyelids and tongue coating, and then felt the pulse.
At the same time, he said: "Prepare a medicinal bath, add three qian of Poria cocos, two qian of Scutellaria baicalensis, gardenia..."
He said a lot in one breath, and all the professional doctors behind him heard it: This is indeed a prescription for treating kidney failure.
but.
Wan Lao frowned and said: "Little brother, I have used this recipe before, but it didn't work on Xiaoyu. His kidney function has been severely exhausted and he cannot absorb the effects of these medicines. Unless, unless there is some medicine that can help The little guy reabsorbed it. But the medicine has long since disappeared..."
Having said this, Wan Lao's cloudy eyes suddenly shone with light.
His mouth was half open like crazy.
Because Yang Bei took out a cloth package from his arms, and after untying it, there lay quietly a stick of Chinese medicine that looked like coriander root.
In an instant, Wan Lao staggered, his eyebrows trembled violently, and he cried out: "Jieyang Grass?!"