Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Chapter 664 Zhang An's Attitude

In the operating room, doctors and nurses are still busy. They will try their best to rescue every dying wounded. However, if it is not saved, their hearts will not be too much. After all, they have already It's not strange to see it.

"The heart of the wounded is on the verge of stopping. Under this circumstance, if you take a knife and get a bullet, let alone a one in ten thousand chance of success." Zhang An wears a mask on his face, muttering to himself in a low expression. Scream.

"Try this."

At this time, Ye Weimin approached and opened the pot in his hand. A strong smell of Chinese medicine instantly filled the operating room. Several nurses subconsciously twisted their eyebrows and covered their noses.

"Naughty." Zhang An waved his sleeves and said angrily, "Doctor Ye, this is the western medical operating table, which is the field of science. Hurry up and take away your dirty and smelly thing."

Hearing that, Ye Weimin's expression could not help showing a cold anger, "Dirty and smelly? This is the treasure of our Chinese nation for thousands of years! I don't deny the great role of Western medicine, but for the sake of foreigners. To belittle one's own medicine by fawning on the outside is to forget the ancestor! It is a beast!"

"Who do you think is a beast!" Zhang An's eyes burst out with cold light, as if he wanted to compete with Ye Weimin, but he was immediately stopped by a doctor next to him.

"As a doctor, no matter what the situation is, you must take care of the patient the first time." Ye Weimin's pale hair is dazzling, but he is not afraid of Zhang An, but continues to speak coldly, "The wounded on the operating table now He is dying. If Dr. Zhang is sure to save his life, I promise that I will not say a word, and I will apologize to Dr. Zhang immediately. However, now that Dr. Zhang has nothing to do, why not try other people's methods? "

Zhang An looked cold, "I won't use this kind of soil method."

After a pause, Zhang An immediately stared at Ye Weimin with cold eyes, "In short, it is absolutely impossible for me to accept allowing my patients to drink Chinese medicine on the operating table. Ye Weimin, if you are still making trouble here, you must be careful to bear all the responsibility."

"You mean...you would rather watch him die?" Ye Weimin sullen his face, his eyes almost filled with anger.

Zhang An snorted, did not answer, but did not deny either.

"Doctor Zhang, I just want to tell you a word." Ye Weimin's eyes looking at Zhang An were already full of contempt. "For you, the patient is someone else's family. But for the thousands of doctors who have medical ethics. , The patient is also his own relative."

Zhang An looked angry, "Get out!"

"I must personally feed him this medicine." Ye Weimin stepped forward, "because, I also promised his relatives."

"Stop!" Zhang An shouted angrily. Seeing that Ye Weimin was ready to give the patient the medicine, he immediately waved his hand, and immediately took off the mask, and said angrily, "I am the attending physician in this operating room, if you don't listen Mine, at your own risk."

Ye Weimin still ignored Zhang An.

"Okay, if you insist on doing this, I won't do this operation." Zhang An walked aside directly and looked at Ye Weimin coldly.

Ye Weimin looked up and looked at Zhang An, his eyes cold and angry, "Your medical ethics is almost zero."

"Let me come."

At this time, a voice sounded. It was a doctor who had been standing next to Zhang An. At this time, he stood up and took a deep breath, "No matter what happens, I can't just watch the patient fall in the operation. On stage without doing anything. Dr. Ye, if you want to give patients medicine, please as soon as possible, I will continue to do my duty to carry on this operation."

"Good!" Ye Weimin nodded vigorously.

"Ke Haifan, you..." At this moment, Zhang An's eyes widened a bit, pointing to the doctor, and immediately said angrily, "Ke Haifan, what do you mean? You are just my assistant. You are not qualified to pick up that scalpel. Do you think that this way, you can take the opportunity to take the place and take my place? I tell you, you are so naive, do you know that your current behavior is about to ruin you as a doctor the future of."

"Sorry, Doctor Zhang." Ke Haifan's expression was extremely calm, "You are a doctor for the future, and I am a doctor for the patients."

"Unfortunately you don't have this ability." Zhang An said disdainfully.

Ke Haifan did not pay attention to Zhang An, but glanced at the people in the operating room. "The next operation, if something happens, I will take responsibility for Ke Haifan alone. Now, please do your best. Responsibility, let’s try our best to rescue the patient."

Several nurses glanced at each other, and for a while, they all nodded.

At this time, Ye Weimin had already taken a sip of the potion to pry open Yinghang's mouth, and poured it into him carefully.

"You..." Zhang Anmeng waved his hand, "a group of stupid guys."

No one cares about Zhang An anymore.

Zhang An felt that his face couldn't be hung up directly. He was the attending surgeon in surgery and he was well-known far and wide. The operating room is even more of his direct domain, but now, he has lost all his status.

"Ke Haifan, Ye Weimin, you guys... it's a nonsense!" Zhang An yelled angrily, "I must go to the dean to complain to you, you just walk and see." After that, Zhang An simply waved his hand and walked out. The operating room.

The door to the operating room closed again.

"It's Doctor Zhang." Yingzheng and the others in the hallway immediately saw Zhang An. Winning strode up and said anxiously, "Doctor Zhang, how is my brother now? Dr. Ye has just entered ..."

"You invited Ye Weimin?" Zhang An looked coldly and won.

After winning, he was taken aback, "What's the matter?"

"Then you don't need to ask me. From now on, what happened in the operating room has nothing to do with Zhang An." Zhang An turned around, ignored the shout of winning, and quickly disappeared in the corridor. The end.

"Dad, this... what does Dr. Zhang mean?" Winning looked back at Winsing.

Yingzheng's expression was extremely serious, and he shook his head gently, "No matter what, the only thing we can do now is to wait. Hope, your brother Ji has his own vision."

"Mr. Ying, don't worry." Luo Feng looked confident, "As long as Ying Hang takes the medicinal soup in time, he will be fine."

"Are you so confident?" Xiao Yao, the nurse on the side, couldn't help but asked, "What kind of medicinal soup is that?"

Luo Feng smiled, "Hua Tuo Jiuwei Immortal Soup."

"Huatuo Jiuwei Immortal Soup?" Xiao Yao was startled, "What a strange name, but I haven't heard of it."

Luo Feng smiled faintly.

In today's world, how many people can know Huatuo Jiuweixiantang?

"We are waiting for good news."

The father and son of Yingzheng breathed deeply, trying to calm down their emotions. In their hearts, they never stopped praying.