When Lin Xiaoyan was so excited, several more luxury cars drove up to the door. The doors opened, and a dozen men and women got out of the car one after another.
At the front was a well-proportioned middle-aged man with a slicked back hair and glasses. Next to him was a bejeweled woman.
Both of them looked panicked at this moment.
It is Ma Jiacheng and Madam Ma, one of the Six China Overseas Tycoons.
The Yang family is in politics, Du Tianhu is the underground emperor, Huang Feihu controls the Zhonghai Wu League, Qian Fujia controls Baihua Bank, and Han Nanhua controls antiques and ores.
And Ma Jiacheng controls the direction of the Internet. Although there are many bubbles in the Internet, he is still a real Internet giant.
So as soon as he and Mrs. Ma appeared, countless people took pictures with their mobile phones.
Jin Ningbing and the others also greeted him: "Mr. Ma!"
"Cantabile, cantabile..."
Mrs. Ma directly grabbed Jin Ningbing's hand and cried: "Dean Jin, how is my daughter?"
Bai Ruge is her heartthrob and her key to maintaining this family. Once something happens to Bai Ruge, she doesn't want to live anymore.
Ma Jiacheng also waved his hand: "No matter what, you must save my daughter. No matter how high the cost, I am willing to pay."
"Mr. Ma, Mrs. Ma, don't worry. We have checked Miss Ma's condition. She is seriously injured, but her condition has stabilized."
Jin Ningbing comforted Ma Jiacheng and his wife: "Her life is not in danger for the time being."
"Our expert team will come up with a surgical plan after discussion later."
"Don't worry."
Jin Ningbing looked sincere: "Miss Ma will be fine."
"Really? Don't lie to me, don't lie to me."
Mrs. Ma wiped her tears and was no longer as noble as before: "I heard that Ruge's car was burned down. Is she really okay?"
Someone sent them a photo of the Beetle. The front of the car collapsed and the car was burned into a pile of rubble. Only the license plate was left to be recognized.
It was also because of the serious condition of the photo that Ma Jiacheng and his wife lost their sense of proportion. This kind of impact and this kind of fire were both dangerous and dangerous.
Ma Jiacheng also struggled to say: "Dean Jin, don't hide anything, tell us the truth."
"Mr. Ma, Mrs. Ma, don't worry, Miss Ma's condition has really stabilized."
Jin Ningbing smiled and said: "Let me tell you the truth, the car collision was indeed serious, and Miss Ma's injuries are on the verge of death."
"Concussion, internal bleeding, and broken ribs. According to common sense, it is almost impossible for her to survive to the hospital."
"But she was lucky today. She met the miracle doctor from our hospital who came to the rescue. She used traditional Chinese medicine to stabilize Miss Ma's injury."
"I can't explain this situation, but we just checked with instruments. Ms. Ma's body index is very stable and her life is not in danger for the time being."
She told the whole situation: "Because the condition is stable, we are not in a hurry to operate. We are preparing to consult and come up with the best plan before performing surgery."
Hearing these words, Ma Jiacheng and his wife breathed a sigh of relief.
Jin Ningbing also brought Ma Jiacheng and Mrs. Ma into the intensive care unit to let them see Bai Ruge's condition with their own eyes.
I saw Bai Ruge on the hospital bed with a calm face, steady breathing, weak but steady heartbeat, and her wounds had been bandaged, so she didn't look dangerous.
"Cantabile..."
Mrs. Ma felt extremely distressed when she saw her daughter like this. She wanted to rush over and touch her head, but Ma Jiacheng pulled her away.
"You haven't had the surgery yet, so don't touch your daughter."
Although Ma Jiacheng was deeply saddened, he still maintained his rationality and pulled his wife out of the ward.
When he came outside, Ma Jiacheng asked: "Which miracle doctor saved my daughter's life?"
Before Jin Ningbing could say anything, Lin Xiaoyan had already taken the initiative to stand up, puffing out her chest and looking proud:
"Mr. Ma, it is our duty as doctors to save lives and heal the wounded. Any doctor would do his best to save Ms. Ma."
She said enthusiastically: "It's just a little effort, you don't need to take it to heart."
Ma Jiacheng and his wife looked at Lin Xiaoyan blankly, obviously a little surprised that the miracle doctor was a young nurse.
"Mr. Ma, Mrs. Ma, it was Nurse Lin who rescued Miss Ma."
Jin Ningbing smiled generously: "She is low-key, secretive, and has a noble consciousness. If you want to thank her, thank her."
"Ms. Lin, thank you for saving my daughter."
Ma Jiacheng took out a check and handed it to Lin Xiaoyan: "You can take this ten million first. When my daughter wakes up, I will pay you another one hundred million."
Ten million?
Lin Xiaoyan was stunned for a moment. It was the first time she saw so much money, and then she grabbed it and said, "Mr. Ma, you're welcome."
"Mr. Ma is so kind. I will accept the money."
"Don't worry, Miss Ma will be fine."
She was so happy that she never imagined that she would make a fortune by being a nurse. Thinking of 100 million made her whole body feel inexplicably hot.
Jin Ningbing frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.
Mrs. Ma asked eagerly: "Doctor Lin, my daughter should have no sequelae, right?"
"This...this..."
Lin Xiaoyan frowned and didn't know how to answer for a moment. After all, she didn't know Bai Ruge's specific situation at all.
However, she responded quickly. She narrowed her eyes and replied, "It's hard to say. It depends on the final result of the operation."
"Everything I can do has been done. I have no control over what happens next."
She simply said a few words and completely shifted the responsibility, which meant that she had finished the acupuncture and the rest was beyond her control.
Mrs. Ma was still uneasy: "Um, Doctor Lin, my daughter shouldn't be in danger anymore, right?"
"There's definitely no danger."
Before Lin Xiaoyan could say anything, Ma Jiacheng interrupted his wife in displeasure:
"My daughter was brought back to life by Dr. Lin. She can be saved even from hell. Now that her condition is stable, how can she still be in danger?"
Ma Jiacheng reprimanded: "Your question is questioning Dr. Lin's medical skills."
"Mrs. Ma, don't worry."
Jin Ningbing also smiled: "We will let Divine Doctor Lin take over the battle. If anything goes wrong during the operation, she will take action immediately..."
Lin Xiaoyan didn't expect that she couldn't escape yet, so she could only nod her head with numbness...
At seven o'clock in the evening, Song Hongyan and Ye Fan were sitting at Wuhu Restaurant and ordered two steaks and a bottle of wine.
Her phone vibrated slightly, she picked it up and glanced at it, then pushed it in front of Mark:
"The car accident was in the news."
"The girl you rescued is called Bai Ruge. She just graduated from Cambridge last week and is the daughter of Internet tycoon Ma Jiacheng."
She tapped her finger lightly: "It's a pity that your credit has been taken away by others."
Ye Fan took it over and glanced at it, only to see a pop-up news:
"Ma Qianjin's life hangs by a thread in a car accident, and the little nurse can decide her life or death with nine needles."
The picture below is a photo of Lin Xiaoyan, wearing a nurse uniform, holding a silver needle in her hand, looking high-spirited.
The news content lavishly praised the little nurse as a sweeping monk who usually did not show off her talents, but at the critical moment she rescued the daughter of the Ma family.
An insider also revealed that Ma Jiacheng was rewarded with 100 million yuan.
The Internet was full of praise, everyone called the young lady awesome, and Lin Xiaoyan's Weibo instantly gained hundreds of thousands of followers.
Gain fame and fortune.
Ye Fan flashed a smile, picked up the steak and took a bite, not taking it seriously at all.
"So calm?"
Song Hongyan lightly opened her red lips, took a sip of red wine and smiled: "One hundred million is a huge favor. Why don't you get angry when someone takes over it?"
"Some things can't be taken away."
Ye Fan smiled:
"What she swallowed will soon be returned with interest..."
