The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 720 Zombie Resurrection?_1

Chapter 720: Chapter 720 Zombie Resurrection?_1

The female doctor clenched her teeth, a hint of unwillingness flashing in her eyes.

"Ah, I told you, there is something wrong with your surgical methods."

At that moment, Ning Fan sighed, quickly walked to the bedside, and took out a roll of silver needles from his Storage Ring.

"What do you think you’re doing?" the dean’s complexion changed slightly, "You’re not a doctor, you can’t just touch the patient!"

"If I do nothing, he will truly be dead."

As Ning Fan spoke, he began to perform acupuncture.

The other doctors became tense as well, throwing accusations around.

"If something happens to the patient, it’s all your responsibility!"

"That’s right, this has nothing to do with us!"

"I told you we shouldn’t have let this guy in!"

The female doctor was even more worried, her brows deeply furrowed as she coldly said, "Perhaps you have some medical insights, but this is not something you can handle!"

Ning Fan ignored them, his hands moving as swiftly as flowing needles, soon turning the patient into a porcupine.

Then, he took out a silver needle as long as a palm, measured it twice above the patient’s chest, and stabbed down fiercely!

The next moment, the patient’s trembling body instantly stopped, and the blood that was spurting out of his mouth also ceased.

But just as well, all vital signs stopped too.

"What did you do?!"

The young female doctor was startled and immediately rushed forward, pushing Ning Fan away.

She bent over the patient, conducted a quick check, and after a while, she looked up with a frosty gaze at Ning Fan, "He’s dead."

Dead!

This news instantly turned the faces of the surrounding doctors pale.

If he had died on the way over, it would have just been the patient’s bad luck.

But to die in their surgery room, that was a medical accident!

If not handled well, all the doctors present would be in big trouble!

"Dean, you saw it, the one who did something was this guy."

"He’s not even from our hospital, we must sue him!"

"That’s right! He is the one who killed the patient!"

The doctors all accused Ning Fan, trying to shift the blame.

The dean’s face had turned an ashen color; he had wanted to do a favor for someone he liked, not anticipating the patient’s condition to be more serious than he had thought.

Now that the patient was dead, the dean could not escape responsibility.

After pondering for a moment, the dean raised his head to look at Ning Fan and said solemnly, "Sir, you may not be able to leave our hospital now, you must take full responsibility for this matter!"

"Without a medical license, you rashly treated our patient, causing death; it’s your full responsibility!"

Ning Fan smiled faintly, said nothing, but just pointed at the patient, "Three more seconds."

"What are you talking about?" The dean frowned, puzzled.

Ning Fan held up three fingers, "Three, two, one."

The moment his words ended, the patient on the bed suddenly gasped sharply, sitting up abruptly.

Blood dripped down the clothes onto the floor, a scene resembling a zombie resurrection, scaring several doctors into screaming, falling to the ground.

"I, I... Where am I?"

The patient wiped his face, and upon seeing the blood on his palm, was first perplexed and then began to panic.

The young female doctor was stunned, her eyes filled with astonishment.

She took a deep breath, hurriedly approached, and reconnected the detection device to the patient, conducting a quick test.

Soon, she looked at the report in her hand, her pupils rapidly contracting.

"The patient... has fully recovered!"

At these words, all the other doctors froze, then quickly got up from the ground, grabbing the report from the female doctor’s hands.

"My god... he really recovered!"

"It’s unbelievable; just a moment ago the patient was clearly beyond help."

"What happened here? How did you do it?"

Everyone’s gaze towards Ning Fan was filled with awe and fear.

To bring back a patient from such a state was beyond ordinary surgery; it was nothing short of miraculous!

The young female doctor walked up to Ning Fan, urgently asking, "How did you do it?"

All eyes were glued on Ning Fan, their desire for knowledge almost tangible.

They all had thought the patient was a goner, but Ning Fan had miraculously brought him back to life!

This was simply a medical miracle!

Ning Fan cleaned the blood off his hands and said indifferently, "During the first surgery, because the fatal wound was not identified, the wound backflow entered the brain, causing blood accumulation and subsequent complications."

"I released all the accumulated blood in his head, then treated the wound properly, and naturally, he recovered."

Hearing this, the doctors looked at each other in disbelief, as if they were hearing something incredible.

Only the young female doctor’s eyes lit up brightly, fixing on Ning Fan as if he were a rare treasure, "So, you did all this with acupuncture? It’s incredible. The surgery you described would take at least an hour, and you did it in less than ten minutes?"

She grabbed Ning Fan’s hand, her eyes brimming with an earnest longing, "Do you have time? I would like to discuss medical techniques with you!"