Looking at the test results, Li Qiang was surprised and thought that this was not a dead end. Mr. Feng was really lucky. He saw that the data displayed on several test results were exactly the same as what Ye Haoxuan just said.
Li Qiang glanced at Ye Haoxuan in surprise, wondering if this person had clairvoyance or the ability to predict the future?
"What's going on?" the angry young man yelled.
"This... Mr. Feng's condition is not optimistic. Both legs were comminutedly fractured, and several bones were broken. Moreover, X-rays showed that a piece of bone has penetrated into the lung lobe. I'm afraid he needs to undergo surgery immediately."
Li Qiang didn't say anything. In fact, even if the surgery was performed and the hospital's most famous internal medicine expert Hua Lao was invited, the chance of survival would probably be less than 20%.
"Then why don't we arrange it quickly?" the young man roared.
"It's like this. Mr. Feng's injury is too serious and the operation is extremely complicated. I'm afraid the success rate here is not high. I suggest that he be transferred to another hospital."
"Transfer..." The young man was almost going crazy. He grabbed Li Qiang's collar with red eyes and shouted: "This is the best hospital in Qingyuan City. Where do you want me to transfer?"
"The hope in Beijing may be greater," Li Qiang said tremblingly.
"Jingcheng? Are you a fucking idiot? Don't you know how far it is from here to Beijing?"
Li Qiang was covered in cold sweat. He said, "Don't be excited, don't be excited. I have already informed the dean. Mr. Hua and Director Liu will rush over soon. The dean will also come over. There will be a solution."
The young man threw Li Qiang away bitterly, thinking to himself, can I not be in such a hurry? Mr. Feng went racing because of his suggestion, and ended up in this situation. If there was something wrong, he would not be able to finish the meal and walk around.
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But now the injured person on the hospital bed suddenly coughed violently, followed by large mouthfuls of blood foam coming out of his mouth, and the instrument inserted in his body immediately sounded an alarm.
The expressions of everyone present changed. Even those who were not doctors knew what it meant when the instrument alarmed.
"Hurry up and save people. Mr. Feng has two shortcomings. Just wait and die." The young man roared at the top of his lungs.
But Li Qiang was helpless. He looked pale and looked at Mr. Feng who was vomiting blood and his mouth was filled with bitterness.
In this situation, unless Hua Lao arrives, there is a glimmer of hope. How can a small attending doctor like him do anything?
Ye Haoxuan on the other side frowned, stepped forward quickly, and put his hand on the injured man's wrist, his expression gradually becoming serious.
"The injured person's cough just now touched the broken bone on the lung lobe, and now he needs surgery." Ye Haoxuan said.
Li Qiang glared at Ye Haoxuan hatefully, "Isn't this fucking nonsense? Of course I know that I need to operate immediately, but who will do it, you?"
Unexpectedly, Ye Haoxuan pushed the hospital bed and said, "I'm here for surgery and I need someone to help me."
"You?" Li Qiang's eyes almost fell to the ground, thinking to himself, is this guy crazy? Even Hua Lailai is probably only 20% sure about such a difficult operation. You are a little intern doctor, why are you so big?
onion?
Once the patient can't get off the operating table, you can't finish eating and have to walk around. Besides, this is Mr. Feng's son. Are you impatient with life?
"Who are you?" The young man was startled, as if grasping a life-saving straw.
Li Qiang shouted: "Nonsense, you are an intern, can you perform surgery? Have you ever held a scalpel? If something goes wrong with the patient, who will be responsible?"
Ye Haoxuan shouted: "If something goes wrong, I will take responsibility. The injured is in critical condition now. We cannot delay for a moment. By the time Mr. Hua arrives, he will be dead."
"Are you responsible?" Li Qiang almost yelled. He thought in his heart that Ye Haoxuan was crazy, really crazy.
"How about it? If you believe me, I will do it, otherwise I will not interfere." Ye Haoxuan said, staring at the angry young man.
"How sure are you?" Looking at Ye Haoxuan's confident look, he felt a little relieved.
"Sixty percent?" Ye Haoxuan thought for a while and said conservatively. In fact, he was 80% sure.
"Fart, Mr. Hua is only 20 to 30 percent sure of this serious illness." Li Qiang felt that Ye Haoxuan was either crazy or just trying to show off.
"Okay, I'll leave it to you, but if Mr. Feng has any shortcomings, I will make you die in an ugly way." The gangster said through gritted teeth.
Ye Haoxuan ignored him and said to Lan Lan on the side: "Can you help me?"
"I..." Lan Lan looked at Ye Haoxuan's confident look and gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I believe you."
Ye Haoxuan nodded and pushed the injured towards the operating room.
"Ye Haoxuan, if the patient's family members are not here, it will not be difficult for you to perform this operation." Li Qiang stopped Ye Haoxuan and shouted.
"Go away, you have the ability, why don't you do it?" The young gangster became angry and pushed Li Qiang aside.
Ye Haoxuan pushed the injured person into the operating room and locked the operating room door. With such a serious injury, no accident could occur.
"Help cut off his clothes." Ye Haoxuan disinfected, then took out a needle bag from his pocket. With a shake of his right hand, the needle bag unfolded, revealing hundreds of densely packed needles of various sizes.
Silver needles are a family tradition. Ye Haoxuan has been studying Chinese medicine since he was a child, and he always carries silver needles with him.
Ye Haoxuan took a deep breath, and a stream of air flowed slowly from his body into the silver needles in his hands. His hands were connected like flowing water, and in just a moment, eighteen silver needles penetrated more than a dozen acupuncture points of the injured person.
The injured person was vomiting blood, but as the silver needle was inserted, the condition immediately improved. Ye Haoxuan's energy flowed through his hands, and he slowly placed his palms on the injured person. The Haoran Jue in his body flowed towards the injured person.
The dean, Mr. Hua and Director Liu and the crowd rushed over.
"How is the situation? Who is doing the surgery inside?" As soon as this group of people arrived, another group of people also hurried over.
The person he was looking for was Feng Zhiyuan, the boss of Changtian Group, and the lady with an anxious look on his side was his wife Su Zhi.
The remaining few are bodyguards.
"Mr. Feng, um...welcome..." The dean suddenly said such a sentence when he was nervous.
Feng Zhiyuan snorted coldly and glanced at the dean in displeasure. The dean felt a slight shock in his heart, knowing that he had made a mistake. No one would come to this hospital if nothing happened.
He nodded quickly and bowed and said, "Mr. Feng, don't worry, the doctors in the hospital are of excellent quality, and with Mr. Hua here, your young master will definitely be safe and sound."
The dean turned to Li Qiang and said, "Where is Mr. Feng?"
Li Qiang said with a sad face: "In the operating room, the situation is quite critical and the operation must be performed immediately."
"In the operating room, who is performing the operation?" the director asked.
"His name is Ye Haoxuan."
"Ye Haoxuan?" The dean was stunned for a moment, and for a long time he didn't even remember which god of the hospital Ye Haoxuan was.