"Look, thanks to me calling Dr. Zhao, grandpa is fine."
Yang Xiaocheng said with a proud look on his face, "It's already this time, but I still don't forget to take credit."
"Yes, yes, thank you."
The Yang family said perfunctorily, and then hurriedly urged Dr. Zhao.
"Then you need treatment as soon as possible."
The latter didn't waste any time. He opened the medical box and took out a set of silver needles. Then he untied a set of silver needles from President Yang's body. He twisted a needle in his right hand and carefully measured it on the old president's chest with his left hand.
It took three or four full measurements before the first injection was given.
When Zhang Yuan saw this, two words instantly appeared in his mind.
"wrong!"
It took a lot of effort to insert the second needle.
I saw him being stabbed with needles one by one.
But Zhang Yuan on the side felt that the needles one after another were not piercing President Yang's body, but his itchy flesh, making him even more tormented.
The thoughts in his mind told him more and more strongly.
"No! This is wrong! Stop! Make him stop!"
Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, desperately resisting the urge to take action.
Finally, at the moment when a needle pricked him, a different idea finally appeared in his mind.
"With this injection, President Yang will vomit blood."
And the next second, President Yang, who had his eyes tightly closed, coughed violently without warning, turned his head after three or five times and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Everyone immediately panicked when they saw this. One of them stood there at a loss. He wanted to step forward but was afraid of disturbing Dr. Zhao's treatment. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
Then he asked hurriedly.
"Dr. Zhao, what's going on?"
Dr. Zhao also broke into a cold sweat when President Yang vomited blood. He didn't know what was going on. This was not what he expected, but it was different.
But now he is riding a tiger and cannot get off. The Yang family is very powerful, and his subordinate is the Yang family's talker. If he asks questions at this time, he may be beaten to death.
So he deserves to speak strong and calmly.
"It's okay. This is normal. What President Yang just vomited was congestion. As long as I give him a few more injections, President Yang will be fine."
As he said this, Dr. Zhao's right hand holding the needle couldn't stop shaking.
No more injections were given for a long while.
Seeing that the Yang family members all frowned, Dr. Zhao secretly said "God bless me" and targeted an acupuncture point.
"If this needle goes down, the old president will die!"
This thought suddenly popped up in Zhang Yuan's mind, and he could no longer suppress the impulse in his body.
He stepped forward and just grabbed Dr. Zhao's wrist where he was about to drop the needle.
Then he pushed it to the ground with a sudden force.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then shouted hurriedly.
"Zhang Yuan, what do you want to do?"
"What are your intentions? You just messed with the old man, and now you are interrupting the doctor's treatment of the old man."
"Zhang Yuan, if you have any requests, you can just tell us. We will satisfy you, as long as you don't hurt the old man."
…
Yang Xiaocheng rolled up his sleeves directly.
"Damn it, I already knew you had evil intentions and I had to kill you."
As he spoke, he was about to rush forward to attack Zhang Yuan, but he was held back by others, because Zhang Yuan was closest to President Yang at this time, and everyone was afraid that he would directly kill the old man.
Zhang Yuan took a step forward to distance himself from President Yang, raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions, and then explained with a helpless expression.
"I was trying to save President Yang. If he had gotten the injection just now, President Yang would have died!"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and Yang Xiaocheng jumped to his feet and cursed angrily.
"You bitch, what do you mean? Are you saying that I asked someone to kill my grandpa?"
Dr. Zhao also said indignantly.
"You are talking nonsense. As a doctor, I have no grievances against President Yang. How could I harm his life? You are slandering me!"
Zhang Yuan ignored the mad dog-like Yang Xiaocheng and just said to Dr. Zhao expressionlessly.
"Okay, in that case, I apologize to you. You continue to treat President Yang. I didn't meet President Yang. I just delayed you for half a minute. Even if it affects the treatment effect, it won't cause death."
"
"But I hope you think clearly about whether you are able to bear the consequences of your treatment."
When Dr. Zhao heard this, he immediately lowered his eyes slightly and remained silent.
The silent attitude has already expressed something.
The elders of the Yang family had noticed something was wrong in Dr. Zhao's demeanor before, but now they saw his attitude and became furious. They rushed forward and grabbed Dr. Zhao's collar and said angrily.
"Speak, why don't you speak? Didn't you just say you could cure my father? Speak!"
Dr. Zhao did not resist at all, lowered his head deeply and whispered.
"sorry."
The elder suddenly felt that he was evacuated from standing up, and he weakly loosened his tightly clenched collar. He now had no energy at all to answer Dr. Zhao's question.
There was only panic in my heart.
The same goes for other members of the Yang family.
"What to do? What to do now?"
"Send him to the hospital!"
"Quickly notify the hospital to make preparations and prepare a car immediately."
…
Yang Xiaoyun was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes.
Zhang Yuan glanced at the old president, whose lips were already pale, and spoke to everyone.
"It's too late to send him to the hospital now."
This sentence was the judgment in his mind. He didn't believe it before, but with the evidence of vomiting blood and the critical judgment, he could only choose to believe it.
Then he said confidently.
"I can save President Yang."
When everyone heard this, they were stunned at first, then surprised, and then suspicious.
Even Yang Xiaoyun couldn't help but ask.
"Didn't you say you didn't write about medical skills?"
Zhang Yuan could only lie.
"I have not systematically studied medical skills, but I have read many medical books since I was a child, and the books have recorded President Yang's treatment methods for this condition."
"So, you have actually only read medical books and have never treated anyone, right?"
Someone asked.
Zhang Yuan did not choose to deceive this time and nodded.
"Yes."
"How can that be done? Isn't this using grandpa as a guinea pig?"
Yang Xiaocheng jumped to his feet and said.
Others also talked about it.
"Yeah, this is too unreliable."
"But isn't there any other way now?"
"Why not? It's just a one-sided statement that the old man doesn't have time."
"But how do you know what he said is not true?"
"It's just a gamble no matter how you co-write."
…
Zhang Yuan didn't care about their doubts and just reminded them.
"Please make a decision quickly. According to my judgment, the old man really doesn't have long left."
Seeing the rise and fall of the old man's chest getting weaker and weaker, the Yang family finally gritted his teeth and said to Zhang Yuan.