The stone of life and death has seven pieces of life and seven pieces of killing intent.
When Ye Fan treated himself to save his mother and Qianqian, he used up seven pieces of life, so he had to learn medical skills to save people to save up again.
He worked hard for a month to save Han Nanhua, Huang Zhendong and the others, and finally accumulated seven pieces of life, but he used them again tonight.
He was a little depressed.
But Ye Fan also wanted to see if Seven Pieces of Life could bring a 'dead person' back to life.
White light poured into Yang Yaodong's body one after another.
Although the instruments on his body had long been removed by the nurse, Ye Fan could clearly feel that Yang Yaodong, whose vital signs were about to return to zero, was gradually regaining his vitality.
Various internal injuries were slowly repaired.
It's just that Yang Yaodong didn't wake up right away, which made Ye Fan feel guilty, wondering if seven pieces of life weren't enough to survive?
Thinking of this, Ye Fan immediately took out the silver needle and used the "Nine Palaces Returning Yang Needle" on Yang Yaodong.
"70% sure? Acupuncture? Bullshit!"
The cold female doctor was furious when she heard this: "How can there be hope for a brain-dead person to be saved? And it's using traditional Chinese medicine."
"Young man, now is not the time for you to grandstand."
"Get out of here right now, or I'll call the police and arrest you."
In her opinion, Ye Fan was not only causing trouble, but also slapped all the doctors in the face, but she did not step forward to stop him, lest the Yang family would think he had ulterior motives.
She looked at Yang Jianxiong: "Director Yang, Director Yang has already died miserably, but you still have to be tortured like this, how can you bear it?"
Several senior police officials couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but say:
"Director Yang, let Director Yang rest in peace."
Yang Jianxiong's expression was very complicated. He hoped that Ye Fan could save his eldest brother, but judging from the words of the doctors and others, his eldest brother was obviously dead.
No matter how powerful Ye Fan is, he can't bring him back to life. Moreover, he has to use silver needles to save people. At the very least, he needs blood transfusions and electric shocks.
It seemed that he had thought too much and regarded Mark as a life-saving straw.
He staggered up to Ye Fan and shouted: "Ye Fan, thank you, let my brother go in peace..."
"Give me thirty minutes."
Ye Fan didn't even raise his eyes and responded to Yang Jianxiong in a calm tone: "In half an hour, I will give you a miracle."
Yang Jianxiong was slightly startled, surprised by Ye Fan's confidence.
"Thirty minutes? Give you three hours, and you won't be able to save Yang Ting."
Dr. Leng Yan was furious: "Young man, can you stop making trouble?"
"You are not only causing trouble for us by making trouble like this, but you are also rude and offensive to Yang Ting."
She stared at Ye Fan with her willow eyebrows raised: "We are all the top doctors in this hospital. We have determined that Yang Ting is dead, which means even gods can't save him."
Several female nurses didn't bother to look at Ye Fan, thinking that he was just being messy.
"Just because you can't do it, doesn't mean I can't do it."
Ye Fan glanced at him: "There are people outside, don't you understand?"
"I can't? My name is Jin Ningbing. I come from a family of doctors. I graduated from Harvard Medical School and have been practicing for three years. I am the new vice president of this hospital."
Jin Ningbing laughed angrily when she heard this: "Tell me, which school are you a top student in?"
Ye Fan shrugged: "Sorry, I am not from a medical school, nor am I employed in any hospital."
"You're not from a medical school? You're not working in a hospital either? In other words, you became a self-taught monk halfway through?"
Jin Ningbing shouted: "It's ridiculous. A wild doctor like you has the nerve to question my medical skills?"
The medical staff were also in an uproar.
They once thought that Ye Fan was a famous doctor, otherwise he would not be favored by Yang Jianxiong. Who knew he was a barefoot doctor.
Isn't this nonsense?
Several female nurses curled their lips with disdain and contempt.
Yang Jianxiong also looked a little embarrassed.
"You are so powerful, why can't you cure your skin disease?"
Ye Fan spoke unceremoniously:
"A simple illness can make your life worse than death. How can you be better than me, a barefoot doctor?"
While speaking, Ye Fan kept moving his hands back and forth on the silver needle, condensing Yang Yaodong's vitality.
He has discovered that the seven pieces of vitality are enough to save Yang Yaodong, but the injury is too severe and the repair is slower, so there is no need for the Jiugong Yang Returning Needle.
However, Ye Fan did not stop. In addition to adding more insurance, he also wanted to make everyone more accepting of his resurrection.
Otherwise, with just a touch, Yang Yaodong would come to life, and wouldn't everyone regard him as a monster?
"You've had skin disease for almost ten years, right?"
As his thoughts were turning, Ye Fan said something else: "It's been ten years and you still can't cure yourself. Your medical skills are really impressive."
Jin Ningbing was stunned: "How do you know I have a skin disease?"
She herself didn't know what was going on. When the weather was hot or the wind was strong, her whole body would feel extremely itchy and painful. No matter how much ointment she applied or medicine she took, it would be useless.
It's just that she has been hiding this secret to prevent outsiders from questioning her medical skills, but she didn't expect that Ye Fan would tell the truth.
Ye Fan slapped him in the face rudely: "This is the difference in level between you and me."
"Even if you have some moral integrity, so what?"
Jin Ningbing was filled with shame and anger: "I don't believe that brain-dead people can survive."
Her worldview and knowledge convinced her that Yang Yaodong would never be resurrected.
"Make a bet."
Ye Fan twisted his fingers on the silver needle: "If I let Yang Ting come back to life, you go to Jin Zhilin and sweep the floor for me."
The medical center is short of manpower, so Ye Fan doesn't mind recruiting a few more strong men.
sweep the floor?
Jin Ningbing laughed angrily: "What if you don't survive? You have been cleaning toilets in the hospital for three years?"
"Ok, deal."
Ye Fan agreed immediately: "Just wait and sweep the floor for me."
"Extremely childish."
Jin Ningbing was noncommittal and completely believed that Ye Fan was a liar.
"Whoosh——"
Ye Fan ignored her, twisted his fingers, and placed the last stitch.
He shouted loudly: "Get up!"
There was a flash of light.
"ah--"
As soon as the words fell, a young nurse's delicate body trembled and her screams resounded throughout the emergency room.
Jin Ningbing and the others subconsciously raised their heads.
The next second, they were all stunned!
Because, because - Yang Yaodong, who was already 'dead' on the hospital bed, actually sat up.
Really sat up!
He even opened his eyes!
How can it be?
"Let me go, is this a human or a ghost?"
Jin Ningbing took a dozen steps back in fright. Her pretty face showed shock and shock.
How terrifying it was for a person who was thought to be dead to stare directly at her like this.
Several young nurses even sat down on the ground, their legs trembling...
Yang Jianxiong roared: "Brother——"
Crazy with joy.
Several nurses immediately hurriedly connected the instruments.
The instruments suddenly vibrated and all rushed towards the normal index.
Jin Ningbing and others simply couldn't accept it.
Really come to life?
This, how is this possible...
Ye Fan picked Jin Ningbing's chin:
"Remember, go to Jinzhilin to sweep the floor on Monday..."
