In order to protect the patient's privacy, Ye Fan also abolished several surveillance monitors in the ward and then started acupuncture on the patient.
Seeing this scene, Zheng Shengzhuang was furious, but with Zhu Changsheng present, she did not dare to get angry, and could only wait until Ye Fan could not be treated before asking for guilt.
While Zhu Jing'er asked her to pick up the medicine and cook it, she stared at the entrance and exit of the ward nervously.
I thought Ye Fan must save the patient.
After all, this time it is related to Zhu Changsheng's career prospects.
Once Ye Fan fails to treat him, Zheng Shengzhuang will put the blame on Zhu Changsheng, and Zhu Changsheng's best result will be a dereliction of duty.
Compared to everyone's own thoughts, Zhu Changsheng was much more stable, sitting in front of the long table drinking tea leisurely.
Occasionally, he only glanced at the entrance and exit of the ward.
After waiting for half an hour, Zheng Shengzhuang walked for more than a dozen times, but finally couldn't help but send a confidant to visit the door.
The confidant ran over while Zhu Changsheng was not paying attention and glanced at the door of the ward.
Ye Fan was seen performing acupuncture on nearly 100 patients.
He was extremely fast, and several large boxes of silver needles poured out like rain, and soon nine needles were pricked on nearly a hundred people.
Then the fingers kept turning on it, causing the patient's body to gradually tremble.
Not long after, the patients spewed black blood one by one.
Zheng's close confidant ran back to report:
"Ship Zheng, that kid is giving the patient acupuncture, causing all the patients to vomit blood, and he looks like he is so excited."
"What? Do you really use acupuncture to detoxify? Can you vomit blood quickly?"
Hearing this sentence, Zheng Shengzhuang looked shocked and shouted in an exaggerated manner:
"Hey, that's a doctor, he's just a tycoon."
"He thought it was the Middle Ages, and he could detoxify by bleeding it."
"Mr. Zhu, the master you are looking for is going to kill someone."
"He will kill all of them."
She shouted at Zhu Changsheng, then put on a disposable chemical protective suit and rushed over, kicked open the door and turned on the headlights.
She happened to see Ye Fan pulling the silver needle out of the patient.
The patients screamed one by one, and were bleeding from all the orifices, as if they were stabbed by a pig-killing knife.
Ye Fan looked calm and allowed them to scream and vomit blood, as if the louder they screamed, the more excited he became.
His technique was very fast, and in a blink of an eye he pulled out the silver needles on nearly a hundred people's bodies, making the unconscious people feel pain one by one.
The blood that was spit out was shocking and made people feel that the patient was almost out of reach.
Zheng Shengzhuang was furious and rushed over with great momentum:
"Bastard, let you save people, but you hurt people. I want to arrest you."
She kicked Ye Fan.
"Not moving Ye Fan."
Seeing Zheng Shengzhuang kicking him without saying a word, Zhu Jing'er raised her foot and pressed her gently, and directly knocked Zheng Shengzhuang back.
"Zhu Jing'er, are you in your mind? Are you protecting him?"
Zheng Shengzhuang was furious: "Didn't you see him harming people?"
"Come on, arrest him quickly!"
She asked her men to arrest people.
"stop!"
Just when several men in uniform were about to capture Ye Fan, Zhu Changsheng also walked in and shouted:
"Zheng Shengzhuang, are you thinking that I'm dead?"
"Brother Ye is saving people. Why are you interfering with for no reason?"
He has absolute confidence in Ye Fan.
Zheng Shengzhuang's eyelids twitched, and then said to Zhu Changsheng:
"Mr. Zhu, I respect you, but this kid is joking about nearly a hundred lives, and I can't tolerate him."
"Look at the scene, the patient was either howling or vomiting blood, and the pain was almost in full swing."
"They were already pitiful enough to be poisoned, but they were even stabbed by this charlatan."
She put on a head-on stance: "If you have to protect him, I can only accuse you."
"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I just said?"
Zhu Changsheng was not angry and powerful: "I will be responsible for what Ye Fan did. The patient has something to do, and I have something to do. The treatment has not been completed yet. What are you anxious about?"
"I can't wait any longer, I can't sit still and watch my life disappear."
Zheng Shengzhuang was righteous and waved to the middle-aged man:
"Director Huang, check the patient quickly and see if the condition has worsened."
She wanted to use bloody reality to slap Zhu Changsheng in the face.
Dean Huang waved his hand and immediately took dozens of experts to check.
Not long after, the experts were stunned and could not believe in the patient's condition. After a second visit, they still stunned them.
Several team leaders gathered to report to Dean Huang.
Dean Huang also widened his eyes, looking at the data in his hand without believing it.
How is this possible
Seeing Dean Huang's expression, Zheng Shengzhuang's pretty face turned cold: "Director Huang, what's the situation?"
Dean Huang's eyelids twitched, and then he approached Zheng Shengzhuang and muttered a few words.
How is that possible?
How is this possible?
Zheng Shengzhuang's delicate body trembled, her pretty face was ugly, and her eyes couldn't help but look at Ye Fan.
The latest test results show that although nearly 100 patients are still half dead, they have survived the danger and the toxins are absolutely controlled.
She didn't believe it, nor did she want to believe it, but the bloody data was slap in the face.