Zhu Tianlei opened his eyes and saw that Yu Kang's face was full of anxiety. Another life?
It's no wonder that Zhu Tianlei has such doubts. He found that since he inherited the inheritance of spiritual medicine and immortal skills, he seems to have encountered more and more such things. Is this also destined to happen?
But no matter what he was thinking, Zhu Tianlei stood up and followed Yu Kang out of the house. Yu Kang led Zhu Tianlei straight to the stairs.
In the middle of the stairs from the first floor to the second floor, a little boy of almost 60 years old fell to the ground, his face covered in blood, and there was a person squatting next to him.
"This child's brain stem is severely damaged. Even if he is sent to the hospital, it will be useless. The family should make plans!"
The person who spoke was none other than Shan Wenbin, who had just had a conflict with Zhu Tianlei.
"Professor Shan, please, this child is only nine years old. My family is the sixth generation of Shan. You must save him!"
A man in his fifties, slightly bald, but looking very kind-faced, kept begging Shan Wenbin with a sad face.
"Dean Hua, you are also a doctor of medicine. You should know clearly what brain stem damage means. I understand your feelings, but the facts are the facts. Please forgive me and accept the change!"
After Shan Wenbin finished speaking, he stood up and faced a nine-year-old child. His words could be said to have no warmth at all.
Although as medical staff, it is right for patients to remain calm and objective when facing their condition, but Zhu Tianlei just couldn't accept it.
He pushed through the crowd, walked to the little boy, and was about to squat down.
"It's you again? Why, do you doubt my diagnosis?"
Seeing that the person coming was Zhu Tianlei, Shan Wenbin's face immediately darkened. The most embarrassing moment in Shan Wenbin's life was today, and all of this was thanks to the man in front of him.
"Professor Shan is overthinking!"
Zhu Tianlei responded lightly, squatted down, and put his hand on the little boy's wrist.
Spiritual energy surged towards the little boy's damaged head quickly.
"This is...Zhu Tianlei?"
Dean Hua glanced at Zhu Tianlei. Because the child was not acclimatized and had diarrhea as soon as he got up in the morning. Dean Hua was such a little grandson. Of course, he felt very distressed. He said hello to the organizer and did not go to the auditorium to listen to the lecture.
Accompanying my grandson.
Unexpectedly, in the evening, the grandson felt his stomach was better and was making noises to go out. Before he could get dressed, the child ran out on his own. When he chased him out, he saw his grandson lying with his head covered in blood.
On the stairs.
He was also an old doctor, and he could tell at a glance that his grandson had hit his head. Although the hotel was full of doctors, no one came forward to say they could save the child. He was forced to do so.
With a shy face, he invited Shan Wenbin over to a five-star hotel not far away, but he didn't expect to get such a reply.
Seeing the young man squatting down and Shan Wenbin's attitude, Dean Hua immediately thought of Zhu Tianlei, who had a tit-for-tat confrontation with Shan Wenbin in the lecture today, and couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart, but this man was too young.
"I am Zhu Tianlei."
Zhu Tianlei did not raise his head, but replied politely.
He could sense that there was indeed a large blood clot in the child's head, and the location was very sensitive. Shan Wenbin's diagnosis was reasonable, but...
"Oh, what kind of medical treatment does Dr. Zhu use? It can't be taking a pulse, right?"
Shan Wenbin stood aside, watching Zhu Tianlei calmly taking the little boy's pulse, and couldn't help but sneered.
In his understanding, Zhu Tianlei could skillfully operate a scalpel and perform craniotomy with precision, so he must be a Western medicine practitioner. Therefore, looking at Zhu Tianlei's behavior now, his intuition was that Zhu Tianlei was trying to please others.
"Professor Shan is so old and still has no eyesight. It's rare!"
Well.
Shan Wenbin didn't expect that Zhu Tianlei was so sharp-tongued that he would slap him back mercilessly.
"I didn't expect that Dr. Zhu actually knew Chinese medicine. But Chinese medicine has declined. Looking at the world today, it has long been dominated by Western medicine. What's more, this child's brain stem was severely damaged, and there is no room for recovery even with a craniotomy.
Do you still think that you can save people by just checking their pulse? You are so fanciful!"
Shan Wenbin has been carried away by anger. In the past, he would have maintained his identity and controlled his emotions no matter what, and would never say such things in front of others. But now, he just can't control it.
He wanted to use the most vicious words to attack Zhu Tianlei. It seemed that only in this way could he get some balance in his heart.
"Professor Shan, don't forget who your ancestors are, and don't forget whose blood is flowing in your body. Don't think that you really become a foreigner if you become a foreigner."
Even though Zhu Tianlei was checking his pulse and thinking about treatment methods, he still did not forget to fight back against Shan Wenbin.
"You...Okay, okay, Zhu Tianlei, do you mean you can save this child with your Chinese medicine?"
Shan Wenbin was so angry that he was trembling all over. The accompanying secretary saw that he was agitated and handed him a bottle of water, but he slapped it away. His face turned red and he yelled at Zhu Tianlei.
"Professor Shan thinks it's impossible?"
"Humph, Zhu Tianlei, don't think that you are just blind and arrogant because you defeated me. This child is the grandson of Dean Hua, not a child of an ordinary family. You'd better think carefully before speaking."
Shan Wenbin glanced at Dean Hua and said sarcastically to Zhu Tianlei.
"When I save people, I only look at their condition and not their identity. If I can save people, I will save them even with my own money. If I can't save people, even if someone holds a knife to my neck, it will be in vain. I really believe in this when I see people serving food.
Not as good as Professor Shan."
After what Zhu Tianlei said, Shan Wenbin felt that his eyes were going black with anger. This Zhu Tianlei was simply too hateful.
"Dean Hua, since he said he can cure your grandson, let him do it. But Dean Hua needs to understand that brain death and death are two different concepts in medicine. If he tries to treat it, what will happen?
No matter what, I, Shan Wenbin, will not bear any responsibility."
Shan Wenbin is now trying his best to provoke Zhu Tianlei, wishing that Zhu Tianlei would be ruined immediately, or even cut into pieces.
"Doctor Zhu, can you really save my grandson?"
Dean Hua glanced at Shan Wenbin. He didn't care what grudges the two had, as long as he could save his grandson, he would not hesitate to sacrifice his life.
"able."
Zhu Tianlei looked at Shan Wenbin slightly provocatively. He knew that the other person was unhappy and hated him so much that he hated him. So what, he was happy.
"Really?"
A look of ecstasy appeared on Dean Hua's face. This news was even more exciting than when he successfully ran for dean.
"certainly."
"Humph, Zhu Tianlei, you are addicted to being in the limelight, right? Didn't you say you can cure it? Well, you cure it. If you can cure this child, I...I will...
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Shan Wenbin wanted to make a poisonous oath and make a bet, but after looking around, he couldn't think of a suitable reason. (To be continued)