Ye Fan didn't pay much attention to Tang Ruoxue's emotions. All his attention fell on his unconscious father.
After Song Hongyan and the others checked Ye Wujiu and confirmed that he was not in danger, Ye Fan sent him back to the hospital so that he could take care of his father every day.
Ye Wujiu was fine and still in a coma. Ye Fan thought it would be better to keep an eye on him.
For this reason, he gave up his usual habit of occasional diagnosis and treatment, and began to receive patients from morning to night, hoping to accumulate seven pieces of white light to treat his father as soon as possible.
For three days in a row, Ye Fan saw nearly a hundred patients. He was so tired that he almost vomited blood, but there were only three white awns. Most of them were patients with minor illnesses and pains.
Ye Fan thought that just a few difficult and complicated diseases would be cured.
While resting on the way, Ye Fan also checked the local news and found that Rongai Hospital was in the headlines.
Some family members of patients accused the medical staff of only taking group photos and ignoring the patient's critical condition. In the end, the patient died because of a two-hour delay.
The hospital was ordered to rectify, Bai Jiaxin was imprisoned, and relevant personnel were either arrested or had their qualification certificates revoked.
Jin Ningbing was also parachuted in by the Medical Bureau as the dean.
Ye Fan guessed that it was probably inseparable from Ma Jiacheng's operation and the use of Jin Ningbing to ease his relationship with Ma Qianjun.
When Ye Fan smiled and put away his phone, a thin old man ran over, covering his abdomen and shouted to Ye Fan:
"Doctor Ye, my name is Wang Rulin. I have a stomachache that has lasted for several days. No matter how much I take medicine, it doesn't help."
Ye Fan discovered that Wang Rulin was about sixty years old. He looked very thin and frail, but his eyes were shining and his palms had many calluses.
This is a practicing practitioner, or a practicing practitioner with extraordinary skills.
Ye Fan made a judgment, but didn't care. He stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, and then smiled:
"It's not a problem, it's just a bad stomachache and diarrhea."
He gave Wang Rulin a prescription: "Take it home and take it for three days, rest for three days, and you will be fine."
"Dr. Ye, I am doing brick and mortar to support my family. If I take three days off, my job will be ruined."
The old man looked miserable: "They all say you are good at acupuncture. How about you give me some acupuncture so that I can get better quickly? I can pay more."
"Okay, okay, I'll give you acupuncture."
Ye Fan finally nodded: "I can make you feel better in two days."
Wang Rulin was overjoyed and thanked her repeatedly, then took off his shirt as instructed by Ye Fan.
"Whoosh whoosh-"
Ye Fan administered nine injections in one go, preparing to force out the patient's flatulence.
"ah--"
At this moment, the patient's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened, he covered his abdomen with one hand, pointed at Ye Fan with the other, and there was a roaring sound in his throat:
"You...you...you killed me."
Wang Rulin struggled to squeeze out a sentence, and then he fell straight off the stool with a bang.
After falling to the ground, he twitched a few times, then lost his voice and became motionless.
"ah--"
The patients present were shocked when they saw this and stepped away to both sides. Many female patients even let out a burst of screams.
Everyone couldn't believe the scene in front of them, and stared dumbfounded at Wang Rulin who fell to the ground.
Why did a big living person who was jumping around just now suddenly lose his voice and collapse?
"Is he dead?"
I don’t know who it was, but after asking such a question, the originally panicked medical center instantly became quiet.
The air in Jin Zhilin seemed to be stagnant.
Death is a very serious matter, and death in a hospital is a major medical accident.
Sun Bufan, who was next to him, was also shocked, and then he trembled and ran over: "How could this happen? How could this happen?"
He knelt down and took Wang Rulin's pulse while trembling.
Half a minute later, Sun Bufan turned pale and retracted his fingers. He trembled his lips and wanted to speak but couldn't.
Seeing Sun Bufan like this, how could everyone present not know what was going on?
Among the patients, Uncle Jia, a veteran policeman who came for a follow-up visit, also came up to explore Wang Rulin's mouth, nose and arteries.
Then, he shook his head: "Dead, dead, hopeless."
Uncle Jia also looked at Ye Fan, his eyes full of doubts and sympathy. If someone died, whether it was Ye Fan's responsibility or not, the medical center would be doomed.
He really didn't want Jin Zhilin to close down, and he didn't want anything to happen to Ye Fan. After all, he was poisoned three times and it was Ye Fan who rescued him.
When they heard that Wang Rulin was really dead, everyone's mood instantly dropped.
Some people sighed, some cried, some took pictures with their mobile phones, and even more people talked about it.
The old man is dead, isn't Ye Fan's medical skills too terrible?
Many patients and their families stepped back one after another. A patient who was lined up in front of Ye Fan even stayed away from Ye Fan in panic.
Zhang Daqiang and Shen Yunfeng, who came over after hearing the news, also frowned and thought about how to solve this matter.
The aftermath is easy, and they can ensure that Ye Fan remains unscathed, but his reputation will be fatal, and no one will come to Jin Zhilin for medical treatment in the future.
This is the end of the miracle doctor Ye Fan.
Sun Bufan walked to Ye Fan and whispered into his ear: "Little Master, the patient...has no pulse."
When he said the last few words, Sun Bufan's face turned pale, as if he had encountered such a situation for the first time.
"knew."
Ye Fan leaned down and took his pulse. His original surprise quickly turned into a joke.
Uncle Jia said softly: "Ye Fan, please inform the patient's family. It's best to resolve the matter privately, otherwise it will be very troublesome to call the police and have the Medical Bureau intervene."
He is really good for Ye Fan.
Ye Fan smiled: "Uncle, don't worry, nothing will happen to the hospital."
"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a van drove up from the door. The door opened and five or six men and women got out.
One of the middle-aged women shouted hysterically from a distance:
"Dad, nothing can happen to you. You are the backbone of this family."
Several companions around him also looked sad.
"Incompetent doctor, pay for my father's life!"
When the middle-aged woman saw the leisurely and contented Ye Fan, she howled and rushed to beat him.
Sun Bufan hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Let me go, let me go, I'm going to beat that quack to death."
The middle-aged woman roared angrily: "Give me my father's life, give me my father's life."
Several companions were also filled with indignation and raised their sticks to point at Ye Fan, ready to rush up and beat Ye Fan at any time.
"Let me see which one of you dares to take action!"
Zhang Daqiang stood up and glared at them, his face red. If he hadn't felt wronged, he would have started to fix these people.
"You didn't even look at your father, but you insisted that he was dead, and you yelled at me to kill him instead of calling an ambulance to take him to the hospital."
"Also, your father has been dead for only ten minutes, and before the police or family members were notified, you all showed up in such a hurry..."
Ye Fan didn't pay attention to everyone's gaze, waved his hand and wrote a note to Sun Bufan:
"Should I say that you knew your father was going to die, or did you send your father here to die?"
