When they got there, Mr. Yan had already been sent to a private hospital. A large number of people were still surrounding the door of Yan's house. Mr. Yan was a highly respected person and was the head of the Nancheng Bureau. There were many police forces, officials, and other big companies bidding.
, all gathered to discuss.
Under such circumstances, if Mr. Yan really dies, Li Beichen's matter will definitely not be trivial.
These official forces exert pressure, and there may be secret interference from competitors.
Wen Ning's mind was confused, and the cold air she took in deeply made her whole body feel cold.
Mr. Yan's cerebral infarction recurred...
The traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture her mother taught her is very talented in affecting the brain. Some acupuncture methods cannot even be explained by Western medicine, but they can help patients recover because acupuncture points are very strange places.
When Wen Ning was a child, he even heard his mother say that controlling the brain through acupuncture can also control people's memory nerves, and blocking nerves can even change a person's temperament. Her mother never touched those mysterious techniques.
But a few years ago, she also cured the man's nocturnal hysteria through acupuncture on his brain.
Wen Ning clenched his hands, tightened his eyes, and immediately asked the driver to divert to Yan Lao's private hospital!
In the private hospital, Wen Ning could only enter the lobby. Elder Yan's ward was deep in the corridor on the first floor. The entire corridor was filled with people who came to care for him, and relatives of the Yan family were guarding the innermost part.
Doctors were coming in and out, the situation was critical, and there was a lot of commotion.
Wen Ning could only hear a few words about his condition. The blood vessels in Mr. Yan's skull had ruptured and were bleeding, but the nerves were being compressed. He couldn't open the skull now. He fell into a coma and probably wouldn't survive the night!
The most authoritative brain doctor was called, but he was helpless and said that the old man's end was approaching.
Relatives of the Yan family burst into tears and were at a loss.
Wen Ning pursed her lips tightly. As soon as she tried to walk over, she was stopped by the security guard. The unfamiliar faces were dismissed by the security guards as reporters.
She couldn't enter the ward, and she couldn't talk to Yan's family!
Feeling extremely anxious, she wandered at the entrance of the hospital several times, constantly looking at her watch.
Suddenly, a car stopped in front of the square, and a tall man's figure hurriedly got out of the car.
He looked anxious and ran into the hospital!
Bang, Wen Ning turned around and collided with the man. She almost fell, but fortunately the man immediately helped her.
When he raised his head, Li Chengyu saw her face with anxious eyes and was obviously startled, "Wen Ning? Why are you here in Nancheng?"
"Mr. Li, why did you come to this hospital?" Wen Ning looked up with a bad look.
"A teacher whom I am very close to is sick. He is very serious. He may not survive tonight. I happen to be in Nancheng for socializing, so I came here to keep an eye on him. How about you?"
Wen Ning looked at him and gradually realized that this was a private hospital and there was currently only one patient, Yan Lao. Could he be Li Chengyu's teacher?
Her eyes flashed with thought, and the next second she seemed to see hope. She immediately grabbed Li Chengyu's shirt sleeve and asked hurriedly, "Mr. Li, is this teacher of yours Mr. Yan?"
"How did you know? You too..." Li Chengyu frowned, and then thought of the cause of Teacher Yan's illness.
He suddenly understood why this little woman was here.
He looked at her deeply and complicatedly, "Your boss, the boss of Hesheng Real Estate, was taken to the police station, but it's useless for you to show up here."
"It works, I can cure Mr. Yan!" Wen Ning said quickly.
"You?" Li Chengyu looked at her suspiciously, "Even if you want to save him, you can't act recklessly, Wen Ning, human life is at stake."
"The doctors are at their wits' end about Mr. Yan's condition. They judged that he won't survive tonight, but they refused to operate on him for fear of taking responsibility!"
Wen Ning pulled him in and said in an urgent tone, "I have exquisite acupuncture skills. I have a way to seal the place where Mr. Yan is bleeding in the brain. If he will die if he waits any longer, why not let me try it!"
Li Chengyu looked at her in surprise, "Do you have a medical license?"
"I have a Chinese medicine license at home."
Li Chengyu shook his head and judged her, "You are crazy for wanting to save that man."
"Mr. Li! Please..." Wen Ning wanted to grab his sleeve, but Li Chengyu quickly walked into the ward with a solemn expression.
He is a close student of Mr. Yan. He is the leader of the Li family in Rongcheng. The Yan family knows him. Seeing him coming, Mr. Yan’s son’s eyes turned red and he immediately took him into the ward. “Father may leave tonight.”
, he appreciates you so much, please go in and take a look."
Li Chengyu froze. The illness Wen Ning mentioned was actually true.
When he saw Mr. Yan in the ward, his face turned even paler. The teacher was already on the verge of brain death and was relying on a ventilator to keep his heart beating.
Li Chengyu rubbed his eyebrows deeply and walked out slowly with a calm and handsome face.
At this time, the Yan family members dispersed all the relatives and friends who came to watch.
Wen Ning was expelled at the entrance of the hospital, while Li Chengyu smoked in the cold wind in the corridor. Wen Ning tried his best to get Li Chengyu's number and kept sending him text messages.
Half an hour later, Li Chengyu pursed his lips and walked out of the hospital door.
Wen Ning stood on the steps with nervous eyes.
He took her into the shadows of the corridor and looked at her solemnly, "Is your acupuncture really good? I've never heard that Chinese medicine can treat surgery?"
"Lao Yan's intracranial case is not surgical, it is only trauma surgery. Traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture are not effective. I have treated my mother-in-law's brain disease epilepsy. Can you let me try it?"
"My teacher still has heart function. If he dies in your hands, do you understand what responsibility you will bear?"
If Mr. Yan dies, Li Beichen won't be able to take off his clothes tomorrow.
Wen Ning clung to this desperate message in his mind, and he had to give it a try no matter what.
She nodded suddenly, "I can issue a military order. If Mr. Yan dies, I will take full responsibility."
Seeing the cold light of confidence and determination in her eyes, Li Chengyu was shocked. He squinted slightly and hesitated for a while. He finally sighed and smiled bitterly, "I hope the teacher lives, so I will bet with you once. Follow me."
Come!"
He took her with him, sneaked into the doctor's office, stole a nurse's uniform and put it on, while Wen Ning put on a tight mask.
Li Chengyu led her to Mr. Yan's ward again. The Yan family was overly sad and depressed. Li Chengyu said that he would go in to visit again.
The Yan family members didn't pay attention, and saw a nurse wearing a mask next to him, "Are you going in to change the dressing?"
Wen Ning remained silent and nodded.
"Then go in."
Wen Ning and Li Chengyu entered the intensive care unit.
Li Chengyu closed the door with his backhand and frowned tightly. He stood guard at the door, glanced at Wen Ning, and whispered, "Go quickly."
Wen Ning looked at him with great gratitude, "Mr. Li, I understand that you have shouldered the responsibility with me, and I really thank you."
Li Chengyu's brows moved, looking at her nervous and imposing little face, his heart also moved, but he said nothing.
Wen Ning immediately sterilized the acupuncture kit and came to Yan Lao's bedside.
On the bedside were his detailed medical records, intracranial angiography, and MRI films. Wen Ning carefully looked at the location of the cerebral hemorrhage and the nearby acupuncture points.
Her hands were trembling, and she was extremely careful as she slowly applied acupuncture and probed into the skull——
Nearly an hour passed, and magically, the monitor in front of Mr. Yan began to fluctuate slightly!