Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain
Chapter 898 Really Failed

Chapter 898: Chapter 898 Really Failed

Lin Dong left the sickroom and Qiao Bing followed him.

"Lin Dong, listen to me," Qiao Bing began, blocking Lin Dong’s way.

"Sister Bing, your instructor doesn’t welcome me. I’ll wait for you outside the hospital, and I’ll come to pick you up after work," Lin Dong said.

Qiao Bing looked at Lin Dong seriously and asked, "Lin Dong, did you really say that patient was struck by witchcraft?"

"Is heart bypass surgery really useless?"

Lin Dong nodded, "It’s useless, the heart bypass surgery won’t wake her. To wake her up, the only way is to break the witchcraft on her."

"Can you break it?" Qiao Bing asked hurriedly.

"I can, but it will need two treatment courses," Lin Dong said. "The first course is to wipe off the witch text, then the second, acupuncture treatment."

"Although she can be woken up midway, if the second acupuncture treatment isn’t done, she will soon faint again. And the symptoms will be more severe than before."

Hearing this, Qiao Bing couldn’t help but say, "Lin Dong, then please save her. After all, it’s a life we’re talking about; we can’t just stand by and watch her die, right?"

Lin Dong sighed, "I want to save her, but your instructor Peng Xin and the hospital leaders won’t let me."

"They simply don’t believe in me."

"I want to save her, but I can’t."

Lin Dong felt helpless.

Qiao Bing’s eyes darted around, then she whispered, "Then, Lin Dong, how about this, I’ll wait until there is no one around and then I’ll sneak you in to treat her. How about that?"

"This...this if discovered, your instructor will definitely dismiss you," Lin Dong said.

"What does it matter? If she doesn’t teach me, I’ll find someone else. Saving lives and curing the sick are more important," Qiao Bing said emphatically.

Lin Dong nodded.

Qiao Bing really was suitable to be a doctor.

A doctor who puts the patient’s life first is a true doctor.

People like Peng Xin and Peng Wenhao may also possess great medical arts, but compared to Qiao Bing, they fall far short of possessing a doctor’s benevolent heart.

Peng Wenhao and others simply place more importance on the pursuit of fame and fortune!

Like this time, in treating the Gambling King’s daughter-in-law, their primary focus was on the gratitude and rewards they’d receive from the Gambling King after curing her.

The patient’s life, in their eyes, seemed not so important anymore.

"You wait for my message by the staircase over there. After you get my message, sneak in, okay?" Qiao Bing pleaded with Lin Dong earnestly.

Lin Dong looked into her eyes and saw that original intention to save people. He, too, felt moved by this.

"Okay!"

Lin Dong nodded.

Seeing Lin Dong’s agreement, Qiao Bing was overjoyed.

"Lin Dong, I’ll go back in first then," Qiao Bing said before turning and heading back to the sickroom.

As for Lin Dong, he went to wait for Qiao Bing’s message near the hospital staircase.

He stood alone at the entrance to the inpatient department’s stairs; now everybody was taking the elevators, and the corridor was completely empty.

Alone at the window of the staircase corridor, he looked out and couldn’t help but give a wry smile.

Here he was trying to do a good deed by curing the sick, and yet it felt like he was acting like a thief.

On the other side, back in the sickroom.

After Qiao Bing returned, Peng Xin hardly gave her a glance before saying, "Next, we’re going to perform the heart bypass surgery immediately."

"Qiao Bing, you don’t need to come."

Qiao Bing felt helpless, wanting to argue more, but knew it was futile.

She could only wait for the heart bypass surgery to finish, then find an opportunity to secretly call Lin Dong to treat the patient.

Afterward, the patient was wheeled into the operating room.

Peng Xin, along with Yang Meng, her nephew Peng Wenhao, and other assistants, went to perform the heart bypass surgery on the patient.

An hour blinked by swiftly.

The heart bypass surgery was finished.

But looking at the data on the medical equipment, they found that the patient’s condition hadn’t improved at all.

Furthermore, there were no signs of her waking up.

Rather, the data on the medical instruments indicated that the condition had worsened.

Seeing this, Peng Wenhao’s expression turned ugly, his face contorting in distress, and panic began to rise within him.

"Auntie, what’s going on? Why isn’t there any improvement after the surgery?" Peng Wenhao urgently asked.

Peng Xin wiped the sweat from her brow and shook her head, "That’s impossible."

"It’s over..." Seeing Peng Xin’s reaction, Peng Wenhao realised that the surgery had been futile.

Even his aunt Peng Xin couldn’t cure the Gambling King’s daughter-in-law!

He had made a firm promise, and if the patient wasn’t cured within three days, he would face the Gambling King’s immense rage.

He couldn’t even begin to imagine that.

Despite his family’s status, he was not equipped to face the fury of such an influential figure as the Gambling King.

"Auntie, you must find a way to cure her, otherwise I’m done for!" Peng Wenhao’s voice trembled as he spoke.

His panic was evident.

Peng Xin spoke gravely, "This disease is too weird; I’m also at a loss."

"Nephew, there’s no need to be so scared. It’s normal not to be able to cure a patient in medical treatment. Just explain to the patient’s family that you tried your best when the time comes!"

Peng Wenhao replied with a tremble, "But, but she’s the Gambling King’s daughter-in-law. I even gave a guarantee that I could cure her."

Peng Xin sighed, "Then there’s nothing we can do."

Suddenly, Peng Wenhao said, "Auntie, what if what Qiao Bing’s boyfriend said is true? Could this person really be hexed by witchcraft?"

"Are you crazy?" Hearing this, Peng Xin couldn’t help but scold, "The failure of the surgery to wake her up only shows that there is still an undiscovered cause of the disease."

"How could it possibly be because of witchcraft."

"That kid’s nonsense, you’re actually taking it seriously?"

"Right," Peng Wenhao thought he might just be too worried about the Gambling King’s fury, to even entertain such an idea.

He shook his head, feeling it was downright impossible.