"Young man, it's more important to save people. Let Song Zhiming go first!"
At this time, an old man about sixty years old came over and continued: "I heard what Song Zhiming did just now. I will definitely report it to the hospital and punish him severely!
We must not let the patients feel cold."
After the old man finished speaking, Lin Xin whispered behind Ren Yun: "He is Director Wen Qinghua of the Department of Neurology. Last time my dad had a severe head pain, Director Wen personally treated him!"
Ren Yun nodded and threw Song Zhiming to the ground. Wen Qinghua didn't say much and leaned over his bed to check on the condition of Chen Xiaojun's mother.
"Hey!" After a moment, Wen Qinghua sighed, pointed at Song Zhiming with a trembling finger, and said with both heartache and anger: "Song Zhiming, you have done evil!
The patient was sent to the hospital in time, and he could have been saved! But because of you, the best time for treatment was missed!"
Wen Qinghua was heartbroken. If the patient could not be rescued despite his best efforts, Wen Qinghua would have nothing to say.
However, the patient who was obviously sure to be saved died due to other factors. In Wen Qinghua's opinion, this was no different from murder.
"Director Wen, I beg you, please save my mother...I kowtow to you!"
Before Chen Xiaojun could kneel down, Wen Qinghua quickly supported her and said with shame: "Good boy, your mother has missed the best time for treatment..."
"Mom, don't you even want me anymore? I don't have any relatives in this world!"
This time Chen Xiaojun couldn't control it anymore and burst into tears in the hospital corridor.
"Director Wen, please prepare some strong alcohol for me!"
At this time, Ren Yun walked up to Wen Qinghua. He was startled at first and asked in confusion: "Young man, what do you want to do with high alcohol?"
"Help!"
While Wen Qinghua, Song Zhiming and others were confused, Ren Yunfu, his wife, said softly to Chen Xiaojun: "Xiaojun, I want to tell you a secret. In fact, my medical skills are very good... at least for the people of the city.
These doctors in the hospital are not as good as me in medical skills!
So, I can cure your mother's illness. Wipe your tears away. If your mother sees your eyes turning red from crying, your mother will definitely feel distressed.
And I feel bad too!”
Chen Xiaojun shed tears and looked back at Ren Yun with red eyes. Suddenly, she wiped her tears with her sleeves and said with sobs: "I won't cry anymore, I won't cry anymore!"
Ren Yun, as long as you cure my mother's disease, I will work hard to repay you for the rest of my life!"
In fact, Chen Xiaojun didn't know that Ren Yun knew medical skills. When he heard what Ren Yun said, Chen Xiaojun's first reaction was that Ren Yun was talking nonsense.
But as a person who has personally experienced it, no one can understand Chen Xiaojun's feelings.
Even the authoritative Director Wen announced her death to her mother. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she wanted to give it a try!
"I can't bear to let you be a cow or a horse, it's better to be my woman!" Ren Yun said in Chen Xiaojun's ear, and then asked Wen Qinghua: "Director Wen, are you ready for the high-alcohol I want?
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"What did he say just now? Did he want to save someone?"
"Yeah! I thought I was the only one who heard wrong!"
"Even if the patient is hopeless, he can't make fun of the dying person, right?"
Several doctors and nurses were talking about it. Even Director Wen Qinghua frowned, but he still said patiently: "Are you a student of Licheng Medical College? Young man, maybe you want to improve your medical skills, but as long as you have
I am here, and I will never let patients become your guinea pigs!"
Ren Yun is not very old, and he looks like a student at school.
Wen Qinghua thought that Ren Yun was a medical student. Since Chen Xiaojun's mother could not be saved, he used it for experiments to improve his medical skills.
"No, I'm not a medical student!" Ren Yun respected Wen Qinghua and explained: "Director Wen, I just read a few medical books. I happen to be able to treat the patient's symptoms, and I can treat them quickly.
Let her wake up!"
What? He's not even a medical student, so why should he be gesticulating here?
Even the authoritative Director Wen has given up treating patients. How can he cure the patient? Just how many medical books he has read?
At this time, Song Zhiming came over and said to Wen Qinghua: "Director Wen, there is probably something wrong with this kid's brain... Why don't we just call the security guards and kick him out!"
If Wen Qinghua hadn't been present, Song Zhiming would have called some security guards to drive Ren Yun out of the hospital.
"Yes!" Wen Qinghua nodded and told Song Zhiming: "Arrange the patient to be admitted to the ward. If the patient's family is willing to be discharged, our hospital must also fully cooperate!"
Wen Qinghua didn't even bother to pay attention to what a gossipy young man said.
Moreover, the data displayed on the screen shows that the patient is close to death. Whether in the hospital or at home, the only result is death!
"Haha, it seems that I think highly of you, and you are also an old fool!"
Now Ren Yun could no longer restrain his anger. Song Zhiming just called two security guards. He pointed at Ren Yun and shouted loudly: "How dare you scold Director Wen? You two dragged him away!"
As Song Zhiming finished speaking, the two security guards rushed over with rubber sticks. Under the special circumstances, Ren Yun was so anxious that he grabbed the two security guards' necks and knocked their heads together hard, causing them to faint.
On the ground.
But Ren Yun walked straight towards Song Zhiming. He stepped back repeatedly and shouted in a panic: "What are you going to do...what are you going to do?"
"Fuck you!"
Ren Yun punched Song Zhiming on the jaw, and two teeth popped out of his mouth. Ren Yun once again grabbed his collar and said, "Bring me high-alcohol immediately, or your life will be in danger!"
"What are you still doing? Get him high-alcohol alcohol!"
Being stared at by Ren Yun's eyes, Song Zhiming felt indescribable panic, as if his life could be lost at any time.
Originally, Ren Yun wanted to have a good discussion with them, but these people were unreasonable, and in the end he had to rely on his fists!
At this time, high-quality alcohol was delivered to Ren Yun. He sterilized the silver needle he carried with him and then sat in front of Chen Xiaojun's mother.
"Young man, I still have to remind you! After all, the patient is still alive. If the patient dies in your hands, you will bear legal responsibility!"
"Director Wen, why do you have to remind him? This kind of arrogant person should be in jail!"
Ren Yun suddenly looked at Song Zhiming. He shrank his neck in fright and immediately did not dare to speak.
Ren Yun picked up a needle and smiled at Wen Qinghua: "Thank you, Director Wen, for your kindness. I'm still young and I don't want to waste my great youth in prison!
But I have a heart that is willing to help the world, and I will not ignore death!"
After saying that, Ren Yun had already administered the first injection at Fengfu point!
"Oh, Director Wen, the patient's heartbeat has stopped. She...she passed away!"
A nurse stared at the data on the display screen and couldn't help but exclaimed...