Xiong Jiudao and others looked at Ye Fan in shock.
There were no films, no tests, and no equipment borrowed. Just a pair of eyes and a hand stopped the internal bleeding.
It simply subverts the cognition of these doctors.
Everyone then looked at the instrument again, still a little unconvinced of Ye Fan's ability.
I was worried that Ye Fan would kill Murong Wuxin in one operation.
But it was better not to look at it. When I looked at it, I was surprised again. Not only had the internal bleeding stopped, but my body function was also better than before the surgery.
This will make the surgery more successful.
Then, someone exclaimed, recognizing Ye Fan and calling out the four words "Chizi Miracle Doctor".
As soon as this title came out, the doctors present were excited and their eyes were full of admiration.
There is no doubt that the Pure Miracle Doctor is almost the supreme figure in the hearts of doctors at home and abroad.
Seeing that Ye Fan was being sought after by so many experts, Murong Yanran subconsciously glanced at Ye Fan again.
There is complexity deep in the eyes.
Xiong Jiudao also stared at Ye Fan and said: "Are you an innocent witch doctor...a miracle doctor?"
"Yes, I am Ye Fan, but now seems not to be the time for small talk."
Seeing that he was being questioned, Ye Fan frowned slightly and said, "The patient has bleeding under the liver capsule, three points below the spleen, and three places on the left side of the lung."
"I managed to stop them. If you don't complete the surgery to repair them quickly, the bleeding will start again later and you will be unable to do anything."
He urged: "Hurry up and do the surgery, I'm waiting to go home for dinner."
"oh oh!"
Xiong Jiudao reacted and regrouped his mind for surgery.
During this period, Ye Fan gave him a few pointers and simplified his originally complicated surgical path.
Bypassing what should be bypassed, peeling off what should be peeled off, and cutting off what should be cut off, Xiong Jiudao completed the operation with ease.
Later, Xiong Jiudao checked Murong Wuxin's bleeding point again.
He was shocked again, Ye Fan judged all three bleeding points correctly.
This made him full of admiration and curiosity for Ye Fan.
In his mind, he also angrily criticized the Western media for demonizing Ye Fan.
This is a real miracle doctor, not a witch doctor.
But when he wanted to say something, he saw Ye Fan cover the door, reached out and picked up the warhead and left.
Xiong Jiudao could only restrain his temper and sew up Murong Wuxin with his own hands.
"Master Ye, thank you!"
Ye Fan walked outside, exchanged greetings with the doctors, and then left the hospital.
Murong Yanran chased her out. After finding her grandfather safe, she was very grateful to Mark: "Although this surgery was performed by Xiong Jiudao, I know that without your guidance and support, my grandfather would definitely not be alive."
"The Murong family will definitely remember this favor."
"In the future, if Mr. Ye needs it, Murong Yanran will go through fire and water, even if he dies."
Murong Yanran fell to the ground with a sound, and her clear eyes expressed her inner feelings.
"Even if you die?"
Ye Fan looked at the woman and smiled: "If I want you to commit suicide, will you commit suicide?"
Murong Yanran's breath was stagnant, and then she smiled slightly: "If Mr. Ye wants me to die, I will die without hesitation."
"I just hope Master Ye can give me some time before I die."
"When grandpa wakes up and asks me to meet him, and then arranges people to protect him, I will die without hesitation."
There was a firmness in her eyes: "I said that I will give up even if I die, and I will never regret my choice."
"You are a good granddaughter."
Ye Fan smiled and said, "Murong Wuxin is truly blessed to have you as his granddaughter."
"Okay, go back and take care of your grandpa, and cherish the rest of your life."
"I will prescribe another medicine for your grandpa so that he can recover from his weak body as soon as possible."
Ye Fan thought for a moment, wrote a prescription and sent it to Murong Yanran.
Murong Yanran was extremely happy: "Thank you, Mr. Ye!"
Ye Fan waved his hand gently, and then got into the car driven by Yuan Qingyi.
Sitting on the seat, Ye Fan took out a wad of tissue and opened it, revealing the small warhead.
Yuan Qingyi was startled: "Master Ye, where did this warhead come from?"
Ye Fan smiled: "It was taken from Murong Wuxin."
"The bullet didn't go through, it got stuck in the bone."
"Xiong took it out through nine knife operations, so I brought it over."
He stared at the warhead with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to see something.
Yuan Qingyi asked curiously: "What's so interesting about this warhead?"
"There's nothing interesting about it, it just feels a bit familiar."
Ye Fan smiled and then waved his hand: "If you don't return to the Martial Alliance, go to Feilai Peak and snipe at Murong Wuxin's position."
He wanted to prove 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 the door of the Murong family in Feilai Peak.
This place is still under the control of the Wu Meng for the time being.
Until Murong Yanran cleans up the mess, Ye Fan will not remove the control of Murong Garden.
The first is to remind them that they have been surrounded and killed, and now they are losers, so they should keep their tail between their legs and behave well.
The second is to put some pressure on Murong Yanran. If she doesn't try her best to clean up her mess, Murong Garden will change hands.
So when they saw Ye Fan and Yuan Qingyi, a large number of martial arts disciples immediately showed up to pay their respects.
"Where is Murong Wuxin's car that was attacked?"
Ye Fan stood at the site of the attack and glanced around.
"Probably lost the hospital."
"After Murong Wu was shot in the heart, Sun Xiucai asked people to protect him and at the same time asked people to drive him to first aid."
Yuan Qingyi gave a judgment.
"Have someone drive the car back. I want to see the trajectory at that time."
Ye Fan asked: "By the way, did Sun Xiucai go after the sniper?"
"No, they are only busy protecting and rescuing people."
Yuan Qingyi opened her phone and looked through the confession: "Nephew Murong did not chase the sniper."
"It was probably too far away and they couldn't tell the sniper's location for a while, so they simply gave up."
She also glanced ahead: "There is no good commanding height within 500 meters of here."
Ye Fan said nothing, thinking about the gunshot wound, and then looked at a small hill one thousand meters away.
"Let's go and check out the sniper spot."
Ye Fan locked onto the hill and then ran over with Yuan Qingyi.
Fifteen minutes later, Ye Fan and Yuan Qingyi appeared on an unknown hill.
It is not high, the grass and trees are not deep, and the view is not wide. Only one third of the gate can be seen.
But for gunmen, this is the best sniping position near the Murong family.
Other places either have poor visibility, are easily exposed, or are in Murong surveillance zones.
Therefore, Ye Fan concluded at a glance that this was a hill for sniping.
"Master Ye, Sun Xiucai and the others are all dead, and the sniper is probably dead as well. What's the point of checking for the sniper?"
Yuan Qingyi asked curiously: "And even if the sniper is not dead, there is no value in finding him. He is just a pawn for execution."
"Nangong Fu, Sun Xiucai and other masters are dead. Whether the sniper died violently is irrelevant."
She smiled: "Do you want to capture him and make Murong Yanran owe another favor?"
"The main culprit...may not be dead..." Ye Fan smiled, and then scanned the traces of the hills.
Although it had rained, we could still see several deep footprints and many broken plants and trees.
There is no doubt that snipers are really hiding here to shoot.
Ye Fan looked at these marks and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "The sniper arranged by Sun Xiucai is also a sharpshooter. He hit a stalled car with one shot from a thousand meters away."
"With this field of view, unless the car is parked at the threshold of the gate, there is only two seconds at most for shooting."
"Once you miss these two seconds, you will not only miss Murong Wuxin, but the car will also disappear from the lock."
He sighed: "It's not easy."
"Hey, there is a box here."
Yuan Qingyi's mind was digesting Ye Fan's words, but his eyes saw a box buried in the soil.
She subconsciously mentioned it.
"Tick-tick--" The movement was inaudible, but it made the hair on Ye Fan's body explode.
