Ye Fan did not spend the night at Song Hongyan's house, but still spent the night opposite the medical center.
He slept until eight o'clock the next morning. After yawning and washing up, he was about to go downstairs for breakfast when he heard the phone ringing.
Ye Fan picked it up and answered it, and soon heard Sun Bufan's excited voice:
"Little Master, it's not good, Uncle Jia is poisoned again."
Poisoned again?
It really belongs to his uncle.
Ye Fan quickly grabbed his coat and rushed to Jin Zhilin. Soon, he appeared in the temporary clinic.
He found that Uncle Jia was lying on a chair with a dark complexion, breathing rapidly as before and his cheeks were blue.
Sun Bufan and Aunt Jia were running around anxiously.
It's really poisoning...
Ye Fan picked up the silver needle and quickly detoxified Uncle Jia. After half an hour of tossing, Uncle Jia woke up from vomiting.
This time, Ye Fan glanced at the vomit before letting Sun Bufan pour it out.
"Doctor Ye, what is going on?"
Aunt Jia looked at Ye Fan with a worried look on her face: "How come this old immortal is poisoned every two days?"
Ye Fan washed his hands and said, "Sun Bufan, did you go to Uncle Jia's house yesterday?"
Sun Bufan nodded repeatedly: "I went there and brought an inspector with me. I found no problems with Uncle Jia's water source and food."
Aunt Jia spread her hands: "Yes, there can't be any problems in my family."
Ye Fan thought of the vomit just now, and then asked Uncle Jia and the other two: "Has Uncle Jia taken any pills these days?"
"pill?"
Aunt Jia was startled at first, and then she was shocked: "Yes, yes, he has been taking White Bird Black Phoenix Pills recently."
"No way?"
Uncle Jia was stunned: "How could the blood-tonifying pills my son took directly from the factory be poisonous?"
Ye Fan suddenly raised his head: "White Bird Black Phoenix Pill? Can you show it to me?"
"Wait a minute."
Aunt Jia ran home in a hurry. Not long after, she came back out of breath and handed Ye Fan a box:
"Little miracle doctor, this is it."
She was worried about the side effects.
Ye Fan took it over and took a look. He saw a box that had not been labeled, with the words Black Bird Baifeng Pills and "Produced by Chunfeng Clinic" written on it.
Opening the box, there were six compartments inside, with three black pills lying there, and the other three compartments were empty, obviously eaten by Uncle Jia.
Ye Fan asked: "Where did you get this pill?"
Aunt Jia looked hesitant.
Uncle Jia took over the topic: "There's nothing bad to say about this."
"My son works in a small pharmaceutical factory, specializing in the production of Chinese herbal medicine products. I heard that this pill is a new product and will be launched next month."
"He knew that my energy and blood were not good, so he brought a box back. With the attitude of giving it a try, I ate one every morning."
"I don't feel anything when I eat it, just a little bit of heat..."
He asked back: "Little miracle doctor, is there something wrong with this product?"
Aunt Jia was extremely nervous: "Is the poisoning caused by it?"
"have no idea for now."
Ye Fan thought for a while and said: "Uncle Jia, if you can trust me, leave this medicine here and I will have someone test it."
"I will pay you how much you bought."
He looked at the client, and it was Lin Qiuling's Chunfeng Clinic.
Uncle Jia waved his hands repeatedly: "No money, no money. My son didn't even pay for this."
My son works in a pharmaceutical factory, and the salary is not high. The only good thing is that he comes back with a few boxes of products from time to time.
I've been eating it for several years and it's fine.
Ye Fan asked further: "Which pharmaceutical company does your son work in?"
Uncle Jia replied aloud: "It seems to be in the suburbs, the name is Shenzhou Pharmaceutical Factory..."
When Ye Fan hesitated to remind Lin Qiuling, Zhonghai No. 1 Hospital was in chaos.
Bai Ruge's condition was stable last night, but this morning it suddenly dropped, with all major life indicators falling into the danger zone.
Alarms beeped one after another.
"What's going on? Was everything fine last night? Why is it like this this morning?"
Jin Ningbing, who hurried over, had a serious face: "What exactly went wrong?"
"This... we don't know this either."
"Yes, we have been keeping an eye on the patient. No one has touched her body, and the medicines have been injected according to the doctor's instructions."
"It may be that the patient himself is getting worse, but isn't this too weird? The situation suddenly dropped off a cliff..."
"This is almost approaching the bad situation of the car accident. We must perform surgery immediately."
More than a dozen doctors wiped the sweat from their foreheads and gave their own suggestions.
"The situation is very dangerous. Surgery now is very risky. The situation must be stabilized first."
Jin Ningbing examined the data, then glanced at Bai Ruge, and her pretty face changed:
"Why are there only eight needles left? Where is the other one? Who pulled it out?"
She found that Bai Ruge only had eight silver needles left on her body.
"I don't know, we didn't pull it out."
"It's probably because the silver needle was unstable and fell, or the patient's Qi and blood flowed away."
Several doctors replied in confusion.
Jin Ningbing examined it carefully, then leaned down and picked up a silver needle from the floor: "It seems that I accidentally dropped it."
"Without one needle, the effect of acupuncture is greatly reduced, and the disease cannot be suppressed, and the patient's condition will inevitably worsen."
"But it doesn't matter, Xiaoyan will just need to do the acupuncture again."
Jin Ningbing quickly made a decision and shouted to Lin Xiaoyan in the ward:
"Xiaoyan, you can apply acupuncture to stabilize the patient's condition, and I will arrange for Dr. Liu and others to perform surgery."
Lin Xiaoyan's face turned pale, her hands and feet were trembling, she didn't answer, and her intestines turned blue with regret.
It was she who pulled out the silver needle.
When she came to the ward in the morning, Lin Xiaoyan felt dissatisfied and unhappy when she thought of Ye Fan's shouting not to pull out the needle, so she secretly pulled out a silver needle, causing an alarm to go off.
Now he is putting himself on stage.
"Xiaoyan, why are you in a daze? Quickly give me the acupuncture."
Jin Ningbing shouted urgently to Lin Xiaoyan: "The patient's condition is very dangerous."
Lin Xiaoyan struggled to say: "Dean Jin, the patient's condition has deteriorated, I...I can't control it."
"Your joke is not funny."
Jin Ningbing reprimanded: "The patient just had a car accident yesterday. She was seriously injured and has entered the gate of hell. You can use a silver needle to stabilize her condition and save her."
"The situation is ten times better now than it was during the car accident. Why can't we control it?"
"Stop joking, it's a serious matter, hurry up and save people..."
She said in a dissatisfied tone: "Otherwise if something happens, Mr. Ma and the others will be angry."
Lin Xiaoyan looked desperate: "Dean Jin, this moment and that moment..."
"Dean Jin, how is my daughter?"
Before Lin Xiaoyan could explain further, Ma Jiacheng and his wife ran in from outside, looking anxious:
"Is the condition getting worse?"
"How could this happen?"
"Didn't you say last night that it was very stable? I just need to have surgery at nine o'clock today."
Seeing her pretty daughter who was as pale as paper, Mrs. Ma swayed and almost fell:
"Didn't you say there's no danger? Why did it change like this?"
"Mr. Ma, Mrs. Ma, don't worry."
Jin Ningbing comforted the two of them: "With Xiaoyan here, Miss Ma will be fine."
Mrs. Ma screamed: "Your face has become like this, is everything going to be okay?"
Jin Ningbing turned to Lin Xiaoyan and shouted: "Xiaoyan, quickly stabilize Miss Ma's condition so that Mr. Ma and Mrs. Ma can feel at ease."
"Don't worry, Dr. Lin will definitely be confident in saving Ruge's life if he dares to charge 10 million."
Ma Jiacheng also looked at Lin Xiaoyan and nodded: "Doctor Lin, please, if you save my daughter, I will give you 100 million immediately."
All the doctors also looked at Lin Xiaoyan, with admiration and envy in their eyes.
"good……"
Lin Xiaoyan walked to Bai Ruge, holding a silver needle in her hand, and wanted to prick it, but she couldn't stop trembling.
This stabbing was really either heaven or hell. Bai Ruge was cured and received 100 million, but the rescue was delayed and no bones were left.
Ma Jiacheng can give her wealth and glory, and he can also make her die without a burial place.
The probability of getting lucky is zero.
She can't even recognize acupuncture points, so what kind of acupuncture is there?
Mrs. Ma urged and shouted: "Stop ink stains, hurry up and save people..."
"Mr. Ma, Mrs. Ma, Dean Jin, I'm sorry."
Lin Xiaoyan collapsed on the ground and cried: "I didn't save the person... I don't have medical skills and I don't know how to save people. It was Ye Fan who saved..."
"Bitch——"
Madam Ma rushed forward and shot Lin Xiaoyan left and right, causing her face to swell...
