The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 719 Are We the Doctors, or Are You the Doctor?_1

Chapter 719: Chapter 719 Are We the Doctors, or Are You the Doctor?_1

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately captured everyone’s attention.

"Who are you?" The director furrowed his brow, sizing up Ning Fan, "You shouldn’t be a doctor from our hospital, should you?"

Ning Fan said indifferently, "I am not, but I suggest you not to inquire about my identity right now, because as you speak to me, you are delaying the patient’s life."

The director couldn’t help but retort coldly, "Family member of this patient, how our hospital conducts surgery, how we operate, all follow strict protocols and procedures. Performing surgery in the lobby, what kind of precedent does that set!"

However, the young female doctor strode over to Ning Fan and asked in a serious tone, "Give me a reason."

"He has suffered severe trauma to the brain, and right now, blood is backflowing into his brain. In no more than a minute, he will begin to experience cerebral blood congestion, which is fatal for him at this moment."

Ning Fan merely glanced and immediately discerned the patient’s critical condition.

"What a joke, you haven’t even looked at the examination report, how can you say that?" The director couldn’t restrain his objection, "Moreover, the patient’s most severe injury is not in the brain, but in the damaged heart!"

On hearing Ning Fan’s diagnosis, the young female doctor also seemed to think Ning Fan was a charlatan, regretfully standing up.

Just at that moment, a nurse’s exclamation suddenly came.

"It’s bad! The patient’s vital signs are dropping rapidly!"

"Heart rate one hundred, eighty... thirty... ten!"

Before anyone could react, the patient’s heart rate plunged to zero.

Including the director, everyone froze in shock.

He died right before their eyes?!

"Quick! Quick! Start the resuscitation!"

"Damn it, how could this happen?"

"Prepare the resuscitation equipment immediately!"

The doctors all became frantic, signaling to nurses to establish a quarantine area in the hall, ready to begin emergency resuscitation.

Only the young female doctor looked deeply at Ning Fan.

Soon, a circle of people gathered around, as the young female doctor and the director prepared to perform the resuscitation right there.

Just before the resuscitation started, the young female doctor suddenly said, "Let that man come in."

Everyone followed the direction of her hand and discovered she was indeed pointing at Ning Fan.

"Why let him come in?"

"He’s a relative of the patient, not a doctor."

"Don’t waste time, hurry and start the resuscitation!"

The director glanced at Ning Fan, then turned to ask, "Do you insist on him coming in?"

"Yes, I feel he knows something, or at least... he should understand medicine."

The director pondered for a moment, then with a frown waved his hand, "Let him in."

Quickly, dividers were erected all around, separating the inside from the outside world.

Ning Fan stood beside the emergency resuscitation bed with a group of doctors, peering down at the patient.

"Scalpel."

"Scissors."

"Wipe the sweat."

Following the female doctor’s orders, a variety of tools were continuously passed over.

Ning Fan had assumed the director would take the lead, but to his surprise, it was the female doctor who took charge.

As she continued with the surgery, the patient miraculously regained his heartbeat.

"Unbelievable!"

"It’s really a miracle!"

"This is the art of medicine!"

The other doctors exclaimed in admiration, stunned by the scene.

A look of satisfaction bloomed on the director’s face, and he patted the female doctor’s shoulder, "As expected of you, well done."

The female doctor avoided the director’s hand without a fuss and said in a serious voice, "I have only temporarily brought the patient back, but we must proceed with further surgery soon."

Just then, Ning Fan suddenly said, "The surgery can’t continue, his condition has now stabilized. If we continue with the surgery, his qi and blood won’t withstand it."

He was equally amazed by the female doctor’s medical skills, not expecting that she could revive the patient under those circumstances.

But from his point of view, continuing the resuscitation would definitely lead to major problems.

Hearing Ning Fan’s words, the other doctors couldn’t help but laugh with derision.

"Earlier, it was you who said to resuscitate, now it’s you saying not to resuscitate."

"How ridiculous, who here is the doctor, you or us?"

"There are too many medical ignoramuses like you in this world, that’s why we doctors are criticized by so many people."

Bearing in mind the earlier events, the female doctor no longer considered Ning Fan to have anything special and did not heed his words, instead continuing on with the surgery on her own.

Soon, the surgery was halfway done, and the patient’s condition was turning more favorable.

"Truly remarkable."

"Worthy of being our hospital’s youngest professor."

"Such surgical skill, it’s truly astounding."

The doctors tasked with assisting also praised effusively, marveling at her prowess.

At this moment, a sudden crisis erupted!

The patient who was lying peacefully on the bed suddenly began convulsing violently, gushing mouthfuls of blood as if a faucet had been opened.

The doctors nearby were caught off guard and splashed with blood.

"What’s happening?"

"Does the patient have internal bleeding?"

"Internal bleeding shouldn’t look like this, though!"

Everyone was in an uproar, their faces ashen; this was a serious medical accident!

The young female doctor was also stunned, instinctively wanting to intervene, only to be stopped by the director.

"No need to continue, the patient’s condition has completely deteriorated." The director glanced at the life monitoring device and shook his head, "He can’t be saved."