426: C426 Conspiracy

C426 Conspiracy

The doctor beside Ho Zhengde was about to be happy when he saw that the patient was getting better.

However, he heard Ho Zhengde say, "Something is not right."

The smile on the doctor's face gradually disappeared after he heard that.

He could not help but ask, "What's wrong, Ho Zhengde?"

Ho Zhengde's pupils suddenly enlarged, and he said, "Not good, quickly take the silver needles."

After the doctor beside him heard this, he quickly did as Ho Zhengde said.

When the silver needles were taken out, Ho Zhengde grabbed the silver needles and began to perform acupuncture on the patient.

Ho Zhengde had a serious look on his face at this moment. He took the silver needles and began to perform acupuncture on the patient. The silver needles were quickly inserted into the patient's acupuncture points under Ho Zhengde's control.

As Ho Zhengde began to perform acupuncture, the patient's eyes, which were originally somewhat unfocused, gradually began to gather.

Sweat beads also seeped out of Ho Zhengde's forehead.

Mr. Lan, who was lying on the hospital bed, also gradually stabilized his body. In short, the patient's condition was developing in a positive direction.

Someone could not help but ask, "Ho Zhengde, how is the patient's condition?"

Ho Zhengde shook his head and looked serious.

Ho Zhengde knew that the patient's condition was not very good now. It was not like what was written in the medical records before. The patient's condition gradually stabilized. On the contrary, the patient's condition was very bad.

Ho Zhengde had just used the Thirteen Needles of Resurrection that Jiang Feifan had taught him.

However, Ho Zhengde did not have enough strength. The effect of the technique might not even be thirty percent. The patient's condition could not be stabilized at all.

Now, Ho Zhengde could only hold Mr. Lan's breath.

On the other side, after Zhang Xiaofeng's assistant went back to gather information, he quickly told Zhang Xiaofeng about Mr. Lan's condition.

Zhang Xiaofeng's assistant said with a smile, "Zhang Xiaofeng, you really have good foresight. The patient's condition right now... The situation has changed, but we are not responsible for this patient now. No matter what happens to the patient, ___ said. It has nothing to do with us."

The corner of Zhang Xiaofeng's mouth curled into a cold smile. He could easily get rid of this troublesome problem.

If Mr. Lan died in Ho Zhengde's hands, he was afraid that Ho Zhengde would lose his integrity.

The sneer on Zhang Xiaofeng's face intensified.

Ho Zhengde came out of the ward. The hospital director quickly went forward to ask Ho Zhengde, "Old He, how is the patient?"

Ho Zhengde's face turned serious, then he said, "Not optimistic."

"What is it?"

"Is TCM useless?" asked Wang Yao.

The director's face suddenly darkened.

"It's not that TCM is useless. It's just that I am not strong enough. Mr. Lan's condition cannot be delayed. If this drags on, Mr. Lan will die."

Ho Zhengde's words made the dean's forehead sweat profusely.

Mr. Lan came here to treat his illness, but he did not manage to cure it. Instead, he gave up his life here.

The dean had no way to explain this matter to him.

"Then what should we do? Do we need to gather all the experts in the hospital for a meeting?" The director said very quickly.

"No need. There is only one person who can save Mr. Lan now." Ho Zhengde said after a moment of silence.

When the dean heard that, he said, "Who?"

"Let's go and call Jiang Feifan over first." After saying that, Ho Zhengde quickly walked towards Jiang Feifan's clinic.

The hospital director also followed behind.

On the other side, Zhang Xiaofeng quickly received the news.

The corner of Zhang Xiaofeng's mouth revealed a cold smile, and then he said faintly, "This Ho Zhengde is also old and dizzy. He actually found an outsider to treat Mr. Lan. This is simply funny."

The doctor beside Zhang Xiaofeng could not help but say, "Doctor Zhang Xiaofeng, I have gone to investigate. I heard that Jiang Feifan saved a few people in this hospital. He is quite capable."

Zhang Xiaofeng, on the other hand, had a cold face. It could be said that he hated Jiang Feifan to the core.

Right now, he wanted something to happen to Jiang Feifan.

Zhang Xiaofeng's gaze landed on the doctor and said. "Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

Zhang Xiaofeng's voice carried a trace of anger.

His words made the doctor beside Zhang Xiaofeng's face slightly change. He then smiled coyly and said, "No, no. Doctor Zhang Xiaofeng, you are right."

"Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with us. We just need to watch a good show."

Jiang Feifan arrived at the hospital. As soon as he got off the car, Ho Zhengde and the hospital director stood at the door to welcome Jiang Feifan.

Ho Zhengde took a few steps forward. When he saw Jiang Feifan, he became a little excited. "Jiang Feifan, you are finally here."

Jiang Feifan and the hospital director had not officially known each other.

Ho Zhengde was the one who introduced Jiang Feifan. He smiled and said, "Jiang Feifan, come. Let me introduce you. This is the director of our hospital."

"Director, this is Jiang Feifan."

Ho Zhengde made a simple introduction.

The director also had a smile on his face and said, "I have long heard of Jiang Feifan's name. He saved an important patient in our hospital. I have always wanted to find time to see you, but I have never had the time. I also did not have a good opportunity. "

Jiang Feifan smiled and said, "Dean, you're too polite."

Ho Zhengde didn't know why, but when he saw Jiang Feifan coming to the hospital, his tensed heart had already calmed down.

Seeing Jiang Feifan, it was as if he had taken a calming pill.

After saying that, they went to the ward.

When he saw the patient lying on the hospital bed, Ho Zhengde felt a little guilty. After all, this was the patient he treated. At his old age, when he used the 13 Needles of the Soul Returning Sect, he could not even achieve 30% of the effect.

Speaking of which, Ho Zhengde really felt ashamed.

If Jiang Feifan did not accept him as his disciple, he would really want to take Jiang Feifan as his master and learn from him.

After Jiang Feifan saw the patient, he could tell that the patient's condition was very bad just by looking at him.

TCM was particular about looking and asking.0

Therefore, when Jiang Feifan stared at the patient, he had a rough idea of what was going on.

Ho Zhengde was a little worried at the side. He opened his mouth and said, "Jiang Feifan, how is the patient's condition now?"

"Let me take the patient's pulse."

As Jiang Feifan spoke, he sat down beside the patient's bed and grabbed the patient's wrist.

After taking the patient's pulse.

Jiang Feifan said lightly, "The patient's heart is damaged. The situation is not very good. We can't delay it for too long."

Ho Zhengde saw that Jiang Feifan was right when he said it. He could not help but praise, "Jiang Feifan, you are right. The patient's condition right now is that there is a problem with his heart."

The hospital director did not know much about TCM, but when he heard what they said, he probably knew. After a pause, he asked, "Jiang Feifan, how is the patient's condition now? Is there any hope?"

This was what the hospital director was most concerned about.

Mr. Lan had a noble status, and he had come back from abroad this time.

The key was that Mr. Lan's condition had not been cured even when he was overseas.

This time, he had been transferred to the People's Hospital of South City. This was a very important problem. If the patient is treated this time, then our South City People's Hospital will... It will definitely become famous and win a good reputation internationally.

Therefore, the hospital director is very concerned about Mr. Lan's condition this time.

After Mr. Lan was cured this time, their hospital's ranking would rise several levels.

Jiang Feifan said lightly, "You can try."

The hospital director saw that Jiang Feifan's answer was a little vague and unclear.

So he wanted to know the specific result again, so he asked, "Jiang Feifan, how confident are you?"

"Fifty percent."

The patient's condition was very bad now. Although the patient could not speak right now, the patient was actually conscious.

When the hospital director heard that Jiang Feifan only had a fifty percent chance of success, his expression could not help but change slightly.

The hospital director pulled Ho Zhengde to the side, while Ho Zhengde said, "Director, if you have anything to say, just say it. You can pull me to the side. Jiang Feifan will have an idea later."

"Old Crane, I have an important reason to pull you to the side. I want to explain the situation to you. I only have a fifty percent chance of treating Mr. Lan. Can I try this?"

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