The third thousand and twenty-five chapters fell into it
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In Ye Fan's fast operation, Isabel's chest has an additional symbol.
The blood symbol is not only in one go, but also solemn and shocking. Looking at it, it makes people instinct.
It's just that Dean Steve really can't understand this scene.
After graduating from Cambridge Medical College, he felt that this is too ridiculous and ridiculous:
"Miss Benalla, the patient can't do it. Not only is the five internal organs damaged, but also too much blood loss."
"She left the last sip of the strength of you."
"You can let the rivers and lakes tossed now, Isabel is gone even in the last breath."
"Don't you even have the chance to say goodbye?"
"And if the Lofe family knows this kind of humiliation before the death of Isabel, I am afraid that you will bear their helling anger."
Steve reminded Benara to consider the consequences.
Doctors in several hospitals also advice.
They just started to see Ye Fan full of confidence, thinking that he was a descendant of a divine doctor, and thought he would be eighteen stitches.
As a result, Ye Fan didn't even have a silver needle, and bit his fingers directly.
This Ye Fan can no longer be described by the rivers and lakes, it is entirely a neuropathy.
This also treats medical staff present as fools.
Benara was a little mental, and did not expect Ye Fan to save people.
Steve yelled at Ye Fan: "Isabel can't do it anymore, you can't save it, don't pretend to be a ghost."
"Pap!"
Ye Fan ignored the scolding of Dean Steve and others, and a few silver needles popped up in the left hand did not enter Isabel's head.
Then he turned his fingers on Isabel's forehead again.
The blood on the fingertips constantly draws symbols.
"Back to Taiyi!"
"One soul into the center!"
"One courage to the door!"
"A soul enters the qi!"
"One soul enters Zhongfu!"
Isabel's eight acupuncture points were stabbed by Ye Fan to one by one, and they also fell one by one with blood symbols.
"The soul returns to the soul, the courage is returned, the two souls and six souls, the number is returned!"
Ye Fan's fingers are very fast and have a word, setting the atmosphere to the extreme.
The blood stains are drawn from the artist, and the lines are perfect, and the blood symbols of the acupuncture point and the chest are connected together.
It ’s just that Ye Fanhua looks good, and it is a strange rune map after all, making ordinary people look very bad.
"Wang Ba egg, what are you doing?"
Seeing that Ye Fan painted Isabel like the jumping clown, Dean Steve was completely furious:
"Stop your hands, give me your hand!"
"Although the patient is not my daughter, I can't let you practice her like this."
"And this is the Virgin Hospital, not where you pretend to be a ghost."
Dean Steve squeezed a few medical staff, pushed several foreign bodyguards, and reached out to pull Ye Fan.
Benalla wanted to reach out, but eventually fell into her arms.
Her face was also disappointed than hope.
She was full of confidence in Ye Fan.
She couldn't think of the dead horse as a living horse doctor, but she could see that Ye Fan still felt naive.
Even if he takes his heart or the knife, Banala will have a trace of luck.
But this kind of ghost painting is exactly the big god.
Benalla is definitely not believed that Ye Fan can save patients like this.
And when I saw Isabel, who was bright and beautiful for a lifetime, was drawn a bunch of charts before dying, like a clown with a laugh.
Benara's mood is very bad.
She felt that she was too ignorant.
So she no longer stopped Dean Steve and the others from trying to pull Mark.
"Stop, stop!"
Dean Steve was furious: "Don't insult patients! Get out!"
He reached out to pull Ye Fan, but was blocked by Ye Fan with one hand.
Dean Steve almost fell down.
He became even more furious and grabbed a chair with his backhand.
"Three souls and seven souls, merge!"
At this time, Ye Fan inserted needles into Isabel's heart.
Then he pointed his finger at the center of Isabel's eyebrows, pretended to stamp his right foot and shouted:
"Isabel, wake up!"
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and the blood talisman flashed, like fire and phosphorus burning.
A breath of heaven and earth gathered in Isabel's heart.
Everyone's breath froze, their bodies swayed, and they took three steps back.
Dean Steve picked up his chair and said angrily: "You are still pretending to be a ghost, I will smash you to death——"
"flutter!"
Before she finished speaking, Isabel suddenly opened her eyes.
A trace of vitality jumps clearly.
The chair in Dean Steve's hand stopped abruptly behind Mark's head.
His eyes widened with shock on his face.
The Notre Dame doctors and nurses were also stunned and in disbelief.
Benara knelt down with a plop...
This is not scientific!
Ten minutes later, Isabel regained her vitality.
Half an hour later, Isabel was out of danger.
An hour later, Isabel's vital indicators tended to normal.
Ye Fan's move to bring the dead back to life not only shocked B'Elanna, but also subverted Steve and the others' cognition.
No one thought that Ye Fan really brought Isabel back from the dead.
They didn't even expect that Ye Fan's method of saving people was so miraculous.
There are no instruments, no medicines, not even the silver needles or pills they sneer at.
A blood talisman that even ghosts couldn't identify restored Isabel's life.
This shattered Steve's inner understanding and made them admire Ye Fan.
All B'Elanna's resistance and unhappiness towards Mark were dissipated by Mark's unpredictable methods.
She uncontrollably worshiped the powerful Ye Fan.
But Ye Fan was not too overjoyed, as if saving people like this was no big deal.
After Steve reacted, he not only apologized for his rudeness, but also chased Mark outside and pulled Mark to nod and bow:
"Mr. Ye, hello, hello, I'm Steve, the director of Notre Dame Hospital."
"This is my business card."
"I would like to ask you to be the honorary consultant of Our Lady's Hospital."
"With an annual salary of 100 million, you don't have to work or show up often. You can just take action when necessary."
"I hope Doctor Ye can give me a chance."
Steve saw Ye Fan's value and struck while the iron was hot to win over him.
"One hundred million?"
Ye Fan said calmly: "Is one hundred million a lot?"
"My ex-sister-in-law, as long as she plays Landlord Online for 16 hours within three months, the chess and card company will give her 32 million in advertising fees."
"One hundred million, she had to fight for fifty hours to get it."
"With your RMB 100 million, you want me to list the business for a year and be on call at all times."
Ye Fan was slightly disdainful: "Is your money made of gold or diamonds?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Doctor Ye, I was careless."
Steve looked embarrassed, then gritted his teeth and revealed all the trump cards:
"In this way, a basic salary of 100 million plus a 10% dividend from Notre Dame Hospital."
“This dividend is not limited to Our Lady’s Hospital in Hengcheng, but also includes Our Lady’s Hospital around the world.”
"Sixty in total."
"If you put all the dividends together, it is absolutely an astronomical figure."
"But I have a small request."
Steve looked like he was reluctant to let go of the child and couldn't trap the wolf: "That's why he hopes to become a disciple of Dr. Ye."
The miraculous drawing of talismans that saved people still affects Steve's soul to this day.
"Become your teacher to me? Give a share to Our Lady's Hospital around the world?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes when he heard this and glanced at Steve with interest:
"This handwriting is a bit interesting."
"Okay, since you are so sincere, I will agree to this deal."
"I will send someone to communicate with you about the specific details."
Although Ye Fan was surprised that a small Hengcheng president could give 10% of the shares on behalf of Notre Dame Hospital.
This means that Steve's identity is not as simple as it seems.
But he didn't waste much time exploring it.
Ye Fan was going to take one of the dividends first.
He is not interested in money, but he has not lost his instinct to pick up money.
As for teaching Steve how to draw talismans to save people, Ye Fan just throwing in a set of third-rate talismans would be enough for him to study for a lifetime.
"Thank you, Divine Doctor Ye, thank you, Divine Doctor Ye, no, thank you Master."
Steve bowed politely to Mark: "Steve has met Master."
"No need to be polite, just go in and keep an eye on Isabel."
When Ye Fan saw Benara coming out of the ward, he waved Steve away:
"No need to be polite, just go in and keep an eye on Isabel's condition, in case the nurse makes any mishaps."
"Also, in the next two days, you will personally treat Isabel and let me see your medical skills."
Ye Fan smiled: "This way I can teach you in accordance with your aptitude."
"Understood, I will take good care of Isabel!"
Steve nodded happily and entered the ward with excitement on his face.
As soon as Steve left, Benara came out and said: "Master Ye, thank you."
Ye Fan took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth, looked at Benara's cough and said:
"Miss Benara, although I saved Isabel, it also consumed hundreds of milliliters of my blood."
"At the same time, overdrafting my skills hurt my Dantian."
"In normal times, it would take me a year and a half to recover after treatment like this."
"Today I have experienced two battles on tulips and coastal highways. If I continue to save people like this, my energy and life have been drained."
"My body is broken and my life expectancy will be shortened by a few years."
"I treat you this way, and I hope you can repay me sincerely."
"Three nights later, Hilton Hotel 1308, fulfill your promise."
Ye Fan reached out and touched Benara's pretty face, then coughed and left her.
His steps staggered, and the paper towels he threw into the trash can seemed to be stained with blood.
Benara looked at Ye Fan's back and had unprecedented complex emotions.
This man is like sugar-coated poison. He doesn’t want to taste it, but he can’t help but fall into it...