The first thousand two hundred and ninety-five chapters to save people
"Xiaotian, stop quickly, you can't hit anyone."
Shuqianya said hurriedly.
After hearing Shuqianya's persuasion, Zhang Xiaotian let go.
Jiang Bin fell to the ground, staggered, and almost lost his balance, gasping for air.
"You really have no medical ethics. When you saw that I couldn't afford the medical expenses of 100,000 yuan, you refused to save me. Just now you misdiagnosed me and said that Qianya's mother was dead. You are simply disrespecting human life."
"And now, they are committing fraud again. Most of the medicines on this list were not used by Qianya's mother, but they have to be blamed on us. People like you are worthy of being a doctor!"
At this time, Jiang Bin finally regained his breath and shouted: "Boy, what are you talking about? These are the medicines given to her mother to save her. If it weren't for these medicines, how could her mother be fine?"
"You must pay for today's medical expenses, otherwise I will send you directly to the police station."
Zhang Xiaotian took the expense list and snorted coldly: "You think I don't understand anything?
My aunt has a cerebral hemorrhage, why did you use Su Xing Xintong and Alpirin?"
"Are these drugs for treating cerebral hemorrhage?
Even if it is, the fluid you have infused must be at least twenty or thirty liters. Do you think one person can bear it?
Even American elephants can’t stand it, right?”
"This..." For a moment, Jiang Bin couldn't find a reason to refute.
He originally thought that the mother and son were country bumpkins who didn't understand anything, so he didn't think too much about it and forcibly added some unrelated medicines to get a commission.
But he didn't expect that Zhang Xiaotian was actually an expert, and he could tell at a glance.
At this moment, the door to the intensive care unit was opened, and a middle-aged man rushed in holding a little boy.
"Doctor, look what's wrong with my son, come and have a look!"
The middle-aged man said anxiously.
"Director Jiang, this is a patient introduced by the director of Bincheng Health Center. The higher-up has told us that we must do our best to treat him."
The little nurse whispered in Jiang Bin's ear.
"Hurry and bring your son over here, let me take a look."
When Jiang Bin heard that this was someone introduced by the director of the health center, Jiang Bin naturally took it seriously.
The middle-aged man did not hesitate and hurriedly put the child on the hospital bed.
The little boy was pale, breathing rapidly, and fell into a coma. His condition was very bad.
When Zhang Xiaotian saw this, he didn't say anything else. It was obvious that saving people was more important now. As for the medical expenses, we would talk about it later.
"Why is the child like this?"
While checking, Jiang Bin asked.
"My son was fine when he came home from school, but not long after, he said he didn't feel well, then he started to have a fever, and eventually fell into a coma."
The middle-aged man recalled.
"Don't worry, your son is fine. It's just a common cold and a slight fever. I'll prescribe him some medicine right away and give him some fluids."
Jiang Bin said.
I don't know what the relationship between the other party and the director of the health center is, so Jiang Bin spoke very politely.
"Thank you doctor, I'm fine."
The middle-aged man also breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.
Jiang Bin prescribed some antipyretics and asked the nurse to inject them into the little boy's body.
"He does not have a common cold. If you use antipyretics, it will only make his condition worse."
Zhang Xiaotian shook his head and said.
"Boy, don't speak randomly if you don't understand. No one will think you are mute. Who is the doctor here?
Can you see a doctor?"
Having been exposed by Zhang Xiaotian just now, he had been holding back a fire in his heart, but now it burst out.
After saying this, he took the syringe from the nurse's hand and operated it himself.
As time passed, the little boy's face gained a little more color and his breathing became calmer. It seemed that his condition was improving.
"You see, I said it's just a cold. It's nothing serious. You don't need any infusion."
Jiang Bin said proudly.
After hearing this, the middle-aged man finally breathed a sigh of relief and said thank you: "Thank you, Dr. Jiang, your medical skills are excellent and one shot is effective!"
But at this moment, the little boy's immature face suddenly became distorted, and at the same time his whole body began to twitch, and eventually white foam flowed out of his mouth.
Moreover, there was a buzzing sound on the instrument, and the heartbeat was slowing down, as if his life was being threatened.
"Dr. Jiang, what's wrong with my son?"
The middle-aged man saw something was wrong and immediately became nervous.
At this time, Jiang Bin was also shocked. According to his diagnosis, the little boy just had a common cold. He had seen many such illnesses, and it was just a minor illness. He did not expect such a situation to occur.
"This...I..." For a moment, Jiang Bin couldn't explain why. This was the first time he encountered such a situation.
Seeing that the little boy was getting more and more dangerous and Jiang Bin was helpless, the middle-aged man immediately became angry.
"Damn it, you quack, if anything happens to my son, I will never spare you!"
"It's better for me to do it, otherwise another life will be lost."
Zhang Xiaotian shook his head and walked up.
He has received the inheritance of a medical sage and has helped the world. He is a little far away from him in the world of medicine, but he can't just ignore death.
"As I said just now, he didn't have a cold, but was poisoned."
Zhang Xiaotian took a pulse and then said.
After saying this, he did not hesitate, took out the silver needle, and saved people.
In almost a minute, the little boy's chest was covered with silver needles.
"Boy, what are you doing!"
Jiang Bin hurriedly stepped forward and scolded, and then he had an idea and said, "Boy, you disturbed my treatment and rescue of people. If something goes wrong, you will be fully responsible."
Obviously he wanted to put all this responsibility on Zhang Xiaotian.
If the little boy is really bad, he, as the director, may be in trouble.
It's different now that Zhang Xiaotian jumps out to cause trouble. He can completely shirk all the blame. In the end, Zhang Xiaotian takes the blame.
Zhang Xiaotian ignored Jiang Bin at all and continued to give the little boy acupuncture.
Those who are careful can find that when the silver needle is inserted into the body of the little boy, it is trembling slightly, as if something is driving them.
"Is he your emergency room doctor too?"
The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Xiaotian and asked.
"He's a bad doctor, he's just a family member of the patient. Originally, I was 100% sure about your son's illness, but now that he's messing with it like this, I'm not sure anymore. If there's anything going wrong, don't blame me."
"How qualified is he, a family member of a patient, to treat my son?"
After hearing this, the middle-aged man jumped up.
Just when he was about to come over and fight Zhang Xiaotian, he suddenly found that his son no longer twitched or foamed at the mouth, his face even turned rosy, and the instruments on the bedside returned to normal.
"What...what is going on?"
When everyone saw this, they were all dumbfounded and dumbfounded.
Especially that Jiang Bin, he knew the little boy's situation and was completely helpless.
Just now, he thought that Zhang Xiaotian cured his mother's disease because of good luck. Now that he had saved the little boy, it was not as simple as luck.
In any case, the little boy returned to normal, and everyone was relieved.
"Thank you, little miracle doctor, what happened to my son?"