Chapter 664 Zhang An's Attitude

In the operating room, doctors and nurses are still busy. They will try their best to save every dying patient. However, if they cannot be saved, their hearts will not be too upset. After all, they have already It’s not surprising anymore.

"The injured person's heart is on the verge of stopping. In this case, the chance of operating to remove the bullet is not even 1 in 100, let alone 1 in 10,000." Zhang An, wearing a mask on his face, muttered to himself in a low voice. A sound.

"Try this."

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

"Nonsense." Zhang An waved his sleeves and said angrily, "Dr. Ye, this is a Western medicine operating table, a scientific field. Get your dirty and smelly thing away quickly."

Hearing this, Ye Weimin's expression couldn't help but reveal a look of cold anger, "Dirty and smelly? This is a treasure accumulated by our Chinese nation for thousands of years! I don't deny the great role of Western medicine, but in order to worship foreigners, To flatter others and belittle one’s own medicine is to forget one’s ancestors!”

"Who are you calling a beast?" Zhang An's eyes flashed coldly. He seemed to want to compete with Ye Weimin, but was immediately stopped by a doctor beside him.

"As a doctor, no matter what the situation, you must consider the patient as soon as possible." Ye Weimin's hair was pale and dazzling, but he was not afraid of Zhang An at all, but continued to speak coldly, "The injured person on the operating table now His life is in danger. If Dr. Zhang is still sure to save her, I promise not to say a word, and I will immediately apologize to Dr. Zhang. However, now that Dr. Zhang has no other way, why not try other people's methods? "

Zhang An looked cold, "I won't use such crude methods."

After a pause, Zhang An immediately looked at Ye Weimin coldly, "In short, it is absolutely impossible for me to accept letting my patients drink Chinese medicine on the operating table. Ye Weimin, if you continue to cause trouble here, be careful and bear full responsibility."

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

Zhang An snorted lightly and did not answer, but he also did not deny it.

"Doctor Zhang, I just want to tell you one thing." Ye Weimin looked at Zhang An with contempt, "For you, patients are other people's family members. But for thousands of doctors with medical ethics, , the patient is also one’s own relative.”

Zhang An's eyes showed anger, "Get out!"

"I must feed him this medicine with my own hands." Ye Weimin stepped forward,

"Because I also promised his relatives."

"Stop!" Zhang An shouted angrily. Seeing that Ye Weimin was already preparing to give the patient medicine, he immediately waved his hand, pulled down his mask, and said angrily, "I am the attending physician in this operating room. If you don't listen, Mine, bear the consequences.”

Ye Weimin still ignored Zhang An.

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

Ye Weimin raised his head and looked at Zhang An with cold and angry eyes, "Your medical ethics is simply zero."

"Let me do it."

At this time, a voice rang out. It was a doctor who had been standing next to Zhang An. He stood up and took a deep breath. "No matter what happens, I can't just watch the patient fall during the operation." There is nothing done on the stage. Dr. Ye, if you want to give the patient medicine, please do it as soon as possible. I will continue to fulfill my responsibility and carry out this operation."

"Okay!" Ye Weimin nodded vigorously.

"Ke Haifan, you..." At this time, Zhang An's eyes widened a bit, he pointed at the doctor, and then 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 you can take the opportunity to take my place? Let me tell you, you are too naive. Do you know that your current actions will ruin your career as a doctor? s future."

"I'm sorry, Doctor Zhang." Ke Haifan's expression was extremely calm, "You become a doctor for the future, and I become a doctor for the sake of my patients."

"It's a pity that you don't have this ability." Zhang An said disdainfully.

Ke Haifan ignored Zhang An, but glanced at the people in the operating room, "In the next operation, if anything happens, I, Ke Haifan, will bear the responsibility alone. Now, please do your part." It’s our responsibility to do our best to rescue the patients.”

Several nurses looked at each other, and after a while, they all nodded.

At this time, Ye Weimin had already scooped up a small sip of the potion, pried open Yinghang's mouth, and carefully poured it into him.

"You..." Zhang An shook his hand fiercely, "a bunch of stupid guys."

No one paid attention to Zhang An anymore.

Zhang An felt like he couldn't hold back his face. He was the chief physician of the Department of Surgery, and he was well-known far and wide. The operating room was his direct domain, but now, he had lost all his status.

"Ke Haifan, Ye Weimin, you... are just making nonsense!" Zhang An shouted angrily, "I must go to the dean to complain to you, you just wait and see." After that, Zhang An simply waved his hands and walked out. to the operating room.

The operating room door closed again.

"It's Dr. Zhang." Ying Zheng and others in the corridor immediately saw Zhang An. Ying Ying strode up in a hurry and said anxiously, "Doctor Zhang, how is my brother now? Didn't Dr. Ye just come in not long ago? …”

"Did you invite Ye Weimin?" Zhang An looked at Yingle coldly.

Yingle was stunned, "What's wrong?"

"Then there's no need to ask me. From now on, what happens in the operating room has nothing to do with me, Zhang An." Zhang An turned around and ignored Yingle's shouts, and soon disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Dad, this...what does Doctor Zhang mean?" Yingle looked back at Yingzheng.

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. I hope that your brother will be blessed by heaven."

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

"Are you so confident?" The nurse Xiaoyao at the side couldn't help but ask, "What kind of medicine soup is that?"

Luo Feng smiled, "Hua Tuo Nine-flavor Immortal Soup."

"Hua Tuo Nine-flavor Immortal Soup?" Xiaoyao was stunned, "What a strange name, but I haven't heard of it."

Luo Feng smiled faintly.

How many people in the world today know about Hua Tuo's Nine-flavor Immortal Soup?

"Let's just wait for good news."

Ying Zheng and his son took a deep breath, trying to calm down their emotions, and in their hearts, they never stopped praying.