The medical staff nearby were all shocked, watching helplessly as Ye Chen slapped the patient on the body.
The hospital bed and the ground made a squeaking sound. You didn't need to look to see that Ye Chen slapped his palm so hard that the medical staff next to him were frightened.
Even if an ordinary person is slapped with this slap, he will probably vomit blood, let alone a patient who is seriously ill in bed.
"Who are you and what are you doing? Do you know that you are committing a crime?"
Yang Ming, the attending doctor next to him, changed his expression and shouted urgently: "Peng Xin, who is he? Who asked you to let this kid in?"
The medical staff who stopped Ye Chen at the door had a helpless smile on his face and said aggrievedly: "Director Yang, I don't know who he is. This guy barged in and said he was invited by the Su Group to treat the patient.
Expert, I can't stop him by myself."
"Is this kid considered an expert? Are you kidding? I have never seen such a young expert."
Yang Ming snorted coldly, looked at Ye Chen with an unkind expression and said, "Boy, idlers are not allowed to break into the operating room of the city hospital and interfere with the operation. Just wait for the police to come."
"I'm not some idle guy. I'm a doctor invited by the Su Group to treat this patient."
Ye Chen frowned, and in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, he took out the Medal of Life from his arms.
"I am a member of the Medical Association. This medal of life should be able to prove my identity."
Ye Chen said with a smile.
"You from the Medal of Life Medical Association, you brat, you don't think you can fool us with a broken medal that you bought from nowhere."
Yang Ming frowned and said in a deep voice: "Peng Xin, take this kid away quickly and don't hinder our rescue."
"Rescue, I'm trying to treat you, but I'm afraid you really won't survive."
Ye Chen snorted coldly and said sarcastically.
"You brat, what are you talking nonsense about? Do you know what condition this patient is in and you are talking nonsense here?"
Yang Ming's face turned slightly red and he said with an annoyed look.
He has been a chief physician in the city hospital for so many years, but he has never had anyone talk to him like this, especially a young man in his twenties or thirties.
"Organ failure caused by poisoning. If you don't know what kind of poison you are poisoned, you can't prescribe the right medicine. If you continue to treat it like this, it will only make the patient miss the best treatment time and lose his life in vain."
Ye Chen said in a deep voice: "You are not saving people, you are killing people."
"Okay, okay, I can't save you, is it possible that you can?"
Yang Ming was so angry at Ye Chen that he looked ugly and said coldly.
"Of course I can."
Ye Chen said confidently.
"Okay, the patient's heartbeat has stopped. I want to see how you treat it. If anything happens to the patient, it will be your responsibility."
Yang Ming frowned, and a sneer suddenly appeared on his face.
Li Hong's illness is too serious. In all his years of practicing medicine, Yang Ming has never seen symptoms of most organ failure like Li Hong's.
Originally Yang Ming was still having a headache about how to explain to the patient's family, but now with Ye Chen on his side, Yang Ming can completely put the responsibility on Ye Chen.
At this moment, the nurse next to him exclaimed, pointed at the instrument and said: "Sir... Director, the patient has a heartbeat."
"What?"
Yang Ming's expression changed, and he turned to look at the electronic instrument next to him. Sure enough, the line representing the heartbeat began to fluctuate again. Although it was weak, it actually began to change.
"How is this possible?"
Yang Ming seemed to have seen a ghost.
It was clear that my heart had stopped just now, but now it suddenly started beating again. Is it possible that it was a corpse fraud?
Or is it because the young man took a photo just now?
It's impossible. Even if that guy knows some medical skills, he can't just pat the heart of a dead patient and let it continue to beat.
"The pat I just took was on the patient's heart meridians, which stimulated the life energy in the acupuncture points in the heart meridians, and the heart began to beat."
Ye Chen said calmly.
"What amazing medical skills."
The young nurses next to him all had stars in their eyes and looked at Ye Chen intently.
Ye Chen's medical skills have captured their hearts.
"Are you a Chinese medicine practitioner?"
Yang Ming frowned and asked in a deep voice: "Which Chinese medicine expert is a disciple?"
Although he is a Western medicine doctor, he has naturally seen Chinese medicine. He can pat the acupuncture points in the central meridians at will, which is not something that ordinary Chinese medicine experts can do.
To have this kind of strength, apart from luck, I have learned from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, which has laid a solid foundation since I was a child.
This kind of background is enough for Yang Ming to pay attention to.
"It's considered Chinese medicine."
Ye Chen said in a deep voice: "But I am a self-taught Chinese medicine practitioner."
Although he received the inheritance of medical skills from the Dragon Pattern Ring, he has not studied in a medical school and does not have a corresponding professional certificate. In total, Ye Chen can only be regarded as an unlicensed Chinese medicine practitioner.
"Self-taught? I don't know if you just ran into a blind cat, but this patient has systemic organ failure and there is no cure."
Yang Ming said in a deep voice: "Human life is a matter of vital importance, so how can I allow you to do whatever you want?"
"Whoever told you there was no cure, I can cure you."
A confident smile appeared on Ye Chen's face, and he took out a needle box from his body, which was full of silver needles that were several inches long.
"You use these silver needles to cure the patient's organ failure. Are you kidding me?"
Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, with a surprised look on his face.
Even the medical staff around them looked in disbelief.
Although traditional Chinese medicine has a long history, it is impossible for traditional Chinese medicine to do things that Western medicine cannot do, especially when it is called resurrecting the dead.
Without thinking much, everyone regarded Ye Chen as a troublemaker.
At this time, Ye Chen completely ignored what others thought, took out a silver needle, and stabbed Li Hong's heart.
Most of the inch-long silver needle was inserted into the heart, and the medical staff around him took a deep breath subconsciously.
"Director Yang, what should we do now?"
Peng Xin looked at Yang Ming and asked in a deep voice.
"Go and tell the dean what's going on here. I want to see how this kid ends up."
Yang Ming said with an ugly face.
Peng Xin nodded and hurried to the dean's office.
At this time, Ye Chen concentrated on introducing Yuanli into Li Hong's heart, trying his best to preserve a trace of life in his body.
Ye Chen turned the silver needle slightly, and the energy in his body slowly flowed into Li Hong's body.
Since Ye Chen was promoted to the late Xiantian stage, the energy in his body has become much purer than before, and he can easily detect the toxins hidden in Li Hong's various organs.
With the strength of Ye Chen's Yuan Power, the moment he came into contact with the toxin, he was actually corroded by the toxin.
"What a domineering toxin."
Ye Chen squinted his eyes, a solemn look flashed in his eyes.