Xiong Jiudao and others looked at Ye Fan in shock.
There was no filming, no test, and no equipment borrowed. Just a pair of eyes and hands stopped the internal bleeding.
It simply subverts the perception of these doctors.
Everyone then looked at the instrument again, but still a little distrustful of Ye Fan's ability.
Worried that Ye Fan's operation was as fierce as a tiger, he had already killed Murong Wuxin.
But it was fine if I didn't look at it, but I was surprised again when I saw it. Not only did the internal bleeding stop, but my body function was also better than before the operation.
This will make the surgery more successful.
Then, someone exclaimed, recognized Ye Fan, and shouted out the four words "A Nursing Doctor".
As soon as this title came out, the doctors present were very excited and their eyes were full of admiration.
There is no doubt that the innocent genius doctor is almost the supreme in the hearts of doctors at home and abroad.
Seeing that Ye Fan was sought after by so many experts, Murong Yanran subconsciously glanced at Ye Fan again.
There is complexity in the depths of the eyes.
Xiong Jiudao also stared at Ye Fan and said, "Are you a innocent witch doctor... a miracle doctor?"
"Yes, I am Ye Fan, but now it seems that it is not the time to chat."
Seeing him asking, Ye Fan frowned slightly and said:
"The patient's liver capsule, spleen, and bleeding three parts of the left side of the lungs."
"I finally stopped them. If you don't finish the surgery and repair them quickly, you will lose power if you bleed again later."
He urged: "Hurry up and the operation is here, I'm waiting to go home for dinner."
"oh oh!"
Xiong Jiudao reacted and regained his mental condensation operation.
During this period, Ye Fan also gave him a few light tips and simplified his originally complicated surgical path.
Bypass what should be bypassed, peel what should be peeled, and cut what should be cut, so Xiong Jiudao completed the operation with ease.
He was shocked again, and all the three bleeding stop points that Ye Fan judged were correct.
This made him full of admiration and curiosity for Ye Fan.
In his heart, he even scolded the Western media that demonized Ye Fan.
This is a real miracle doctor, not a witch doctor.
But he wanted to say something, but saw Ye Fan covering the door, reaching out to pinch the bullet and leaving.
Xiong Jiudao could only suppress his temperament and sewed Murong Wuxin with his own hands.
"Mr. Ye, thank you!"
Ye Fan walked outside, exchanged a few greetings with the doctors, and then left the hospital.
Murong Yanran chased after her and got her grandfather's safety. She was very grateful to Ye Fan:
"Although Xiong Jiudao did this surgery, I know that if my grandfather had not been given guidance and arrangement, my grandfather would definitely not be able to survive."
"The Murong family will remember this favor."
"In the future, Mr. Ye needs it, Murong Yanran will go through fire and water, and will never refuse to die."
Murong Yanran landed on the ground and her eyes were clear and she expressed her thoughts.
"I will never refuse?"
Ye Fan looked at the woman and smiled: "I want you to commit suicide, will you commit suicide?"
Murong Yanran's breathing stagnated, then smiled slightly: "If Mr. Ye wants me to die, I will definitely die without hesitation."
"I just hope Mr. Ye will give me some time before he dies."
"When my grandfather wakes up, ask me to meet him and arrange staff to protect him, I will die without hesitation."
Her eyes were firm: "I said I would never regret my choice if I had never refused."
"You are a good granddaughter."
Ye Fan smiled: "Murong Wuxin has you as his granddaughter, which is really a blessing he has cultivated in his three lives."
"Okay, go back and take care of your grandfather and cherish the time you have left the disaster."
"I'll prescribe another medicine for your grandpa so that he can recover his weak body earlier."
Ye Fan thought for a while and wrote a prescription to Murong Yanran.
Murong Yanran was extremely happy: "Thank you, Mr. Ye!"
Ye Fan waved his hand gently, then got into the car that Yuan Qingyi drove.
Sitting on the seat, Ye Fan took out a ball of tissue and opened it. It was the narrow bullet.
Yuan Qingyi was stunned: "Mr. Ye, where did this warhead come from?"
Ye Fan smiled: "It was taken out from Murong Wuxin."
"The bullet didn't pass through and got stuck in the bone."
"Xiong Jiudao took it out, and I took it over."
His eyes were sharply staring at the warhead, as if he wanted to see something.
Yuan Qingyi asked curiously: "What's the best thing about this bullet?"
"Nothing looks good, it just feels familiar."
Ye Fan smiled, then waved his hand:
"Don't go back to the Wu Alliance, go to Feilai Peak and snipe Murong Wuxin's position."
He wants to confirm something.
Yuan Qingyi narrowed her eyes slightly, then stepped on the accelerator and drove towards Feilai Peak.
Twenty minutes later, Ye Fan and Yuan Qingyi appeared at Feilai Peak, at the door of the Murong family.
The Martial Alliance is temporarily taken over.
Until Murong Yanran cleaned up the mess, Ye Fan would not remove Murong Garden's control.
First, I remind them that they have surrounded and killed themselves, and now they are losers, so they should hold their tails together and behave as human beings.
The second is to give Murong Yanran some pressure. If you don’t do your best to clean up your hands, Murong Garden will change hands.
So when he saw Ye Fan and Yuan Qingyi, a large number of Wu League children immediately showed up to greet him.
"Where is the car that Murong Wuxin was attacked?"
Ye Fan stood at the attack site and glanced around.
"I guess I've lost the hospital."
"After Murong Wuxin was shot, Sun Xiucai asked someone to protect him while driving him for first aid."
Yuan Qingyi made a judgment.
"I want to see the trajectory of the car when I drive it back."
Ye Fan asked: "By the way, did Xiucai Sun go after the sniper?"
"No, they are just busy protecting and saving people."
Yuan Qingyi opened his phone and flipped through the confession: "Murong's nephew did not go after the sniper."
"It's probably too far apart, and they couldn't tell the sniper's position for a while, so they simply gave up."
She also glanced forward: "There is no good commanding heights nearby for five hundred meters."
Ye Fan did not speak, pondered the wound of the shot, and then looked at a small hill a thousand meters away.
"Go and go to the sniper location to see."
Ye Fan locked in the hills and then took Yuan Qingyi to run over.
Fifteen minutes later, Ye Fan and Yuan Qingyi appeared on an unknown hill.
It is not tall, the plants and trees are not deep, and the vision is not wide, so you can only see one-third of the gate.
But for the gunman, this is the best sniper position near the Murong family.
Other places are either incapable of vision or are easily exposed or are in Murong's surveillance area.
Therefore, Ye Fan concludes at a glance that this is a sniper hill.
"Mr. Ye, Sun Xiucai and the others are all dead, and the sniper is probably dead, so what's the point of us checking for snipers?"
Yuan Qingyi asked curiously: "And even if the sniper is not dead, it is worthwhile to find him out. He is just a chess piece to execute."
"Nangong Fusun Xiucai and other masters died, so it is optional whether the sniper died suddenly."
She smiled: "Do you want to take him down and let Murong Yanran owe another favor?"
"The main evil... may not be dead..."
Ye Fan smiled and then glanced at the traces of the hills.
Although it had rained, you could still see a few deeper footprints and many broken plants.
There is no doubt that the sniper really hides here and shoots.
Ye Fan looked at these traces and smiled at the corner of his mouth:
"The sniper arranged by Sun Xiucai is also a sharpshooter. He shot a car that was stuck at one thousand meters away."
"This field of vision is that unless the car is parked at the threshold at the gate, there will be only two seconds to shoot at most."
"Once you miss these two seconds, you will not only miss Murong Wuxin, but you will also disappear from the lock."
He sighed, "It's not simple."
"Hey, there's a box here."
Yuan Qingyi was digesting Ye Fan's words, but her eyes saw a box buried in the soil.
She subconsciously mentioned it.
"Tick--"
The movement was indifferent, but Ye Fan's hair exploded.