dkrc Chapter 647
Chapter 647
After hearing president Qu's words, Ye Feng remembered that when she first came in, the girl threw out her mobile phone after a phone call. She thought it had something to do with it.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'll go and have a look first, and you can talk slowly!" President Qu nodded to them, then put on a white coat and rushed back.
"Magros All these diseases are so strange these days. " Ye Feng shook his head, looked at Shen mian'er and asked, "aren't you resting? Why do you suddenly follow Qu Lao..."
"It's not my grandfather's condition, I want to know a detailed data and analysis." Shen mian'er walked into the elevator slowly, and then stepped back gently. Ye Feng said, "OK, you can go to accompany your sister Qing. I'll go back to my room, too!"
"Mianer, I..."
Ye Feng just wanted to come in, but Shen mianer gently pushed him,
"Shh, don't worry, you are my man tomorrow. Before that, I don't mind you saying goodbye to your heterosexual friends!"
Shen mian'er says with a sneer, and doesn't know whether the tone is true or false, but it makes Ye Feng a little scared.
The girl said, the elevator door slowly closed, slowly up.
"What's the matter with you, brother?" Looking at Ye Feng's lost face, the Dragon shadow asks, "Oh, woman's heart is like a needle!"
Ye Feng slowly shook his head and turned to leave. As soon as he walked out of the elevator, Qin Hu rushed to find him. Seeing Ye Feng, he opened his mouth and asked, "Mr. Ye, my father said that you old martial arts masters are all doctors and martial arts experts. Will you see a doctor?"
"See a doctor The old generation of martial arts masters Hearing Qin Hu's words, Ye Feng frowned. To be honest, Ye Feng felt that he and Qin Hu might be big or small.
"The old man was cut off by the fruit knife when the woman robbed Ye Tongtong just now. Although the bleeding has stopped temporarily, the blood vessels have retracted into his elbow. Now I can't find them. I heard that you have treated such a case in the provincial military hospital..."
No matter what Ye Feng said next, Qin Hu pulled him out. "I'll show you!"
On one side, Ye Feng pulls long Ying to the nurse station next to the elevator, in an operating room with glass windows all around.
In the operating room, the old man sun Baozheng is sitting on a bench with a pale face and teeth biting. The hand that has been cut is bloody on the operating table. Several doctors and nurses on the side are nervous about the operation. Just now when he was in the ward, Ye Feng just glanced at the old man's wound. The blood on the ground was very frightening. However, in Ye Feng's experience, the more frightening the trauma, the less serious it was. Just like in the battlefield, most of those who screamed after being injured didn't ask any questions, but those who really had problems didn't say a word.
And here is the city hospital, general trauma treatment is not difficult, and was a weak woman with a fruit knife cut, it should not be a serious injury!
"Wipe the sweat!
One side of the doctor in the hard work for a while, looked up and said.
Then the nurse pressed his head with a handkerchief!
"The whole thing looks like that!" Looking at the professional means of the people inside, Ye Feng pushes the door open and goes in directly.
The doctor who is doing the operation is looking at Qin Hu with Ye Feng and long Ying. He looks up and says, "who are you? This is the operating room. No one is allowed to enter."
Different from the young doctors, a middle-aged man, who was working as a guide, lifted his mouth cover and said with a smile, "Mr. Ye, how did you come here? Do you have any deep opinions or suggestions on our operation?"
"Doctor Liu?"
Ye Feng looked at the middle-aged doctor who loosened the mask and said with a smile: "it turns out that you are doing the old man's operation."
"Master, your friend?" The young doctor glanced at Ye Feng and lowered his head to continue the operation. The skill was not much. He just saw that he had changed seven or eight postures and tools in the past two minutes.
"My friend, I can't rise to the top. Mr. Ye is a traditional Chinese medicine. He has a superb acupuncture technique. I told you that..."
Doctor Liu pointed to the young man who was still doing the operation and said, "misinterpretation, the son of President Qu, is now practicing in my side."
"Mr. Ye Chinese medicine? " The young doctor took a look at Ye Feng. In the circle of traditional Chinese medicine, the older he gets, the more valuable he is. Maybe young people will respect him more if he is a white haired old man. However, Ye Feng looks like a 20-year-old doctor. He should not have graduated from western medicine, let alone Chinese medicine.
"Misinterpret..." At the same time, Ye Feng also took a look at each other.
Ye Feng has never seen the operation of Western medicine. When he was in the Middle East War hospital, some doctors assisted by the Red Cross went to the battlefield with a scalpel to save the dying and heal the wounded. If Ye Feng is the God of death who takes away the life, these people are the angels who save the life.
But the difference is that in that battlefield, the God of death and the angel are rather important friends of each other, saving each other all the time.Now it's just an ordinary suture operation. This boy is like what he's doing. He has 18 kinds of weapons, one action at a time, one action at a time. What he knows is that he's showing off his skills. What he doesn't know is that he's so awesome.
"Master, I can do almost, the remaining tendons and synovium are up to you!"
This young doctor called misinterpretation took a step back after he finished the operation.
"Tendons and synovium?" Ye Feng frowned and took a look.
Just now Yue Jiaxin scratched Gongsun Bao's hand very badly. It was directly on his wrist. A huge wound cut off the middle of his index finger and middle finger directly from his wrist. From the wound, you can even see the pale bones. At present, most of the skin layer and muscle of the wound have been sutured, but the tendon controlling the hand bone movement and the synovium at the joint are still broken. It seems that there are three or four hand tendons broken. It is estimated that even if the hand is cured, it will be useless, at least there will not be that kind of powerful
I grab posture.
"Master!"
Seeing this, Qin Hu stepped forward and asked carefully.
"It's OK, but it's just a broken palm!" Master Gongsun Bao was very open-minded and said directly, "anyway, I should have retired long ago. It's a big deal to go home and enjoy my life. How do you want me to catch thieves at this age? Don't worry about it!"
Although Gong sun Bao was pale, he did smile bitterly when he looked at his proud disciple.
When he saw Ye Feng holding the Dragon shadow, the old man's face was a little complicated, but he still nodded and said, "thank you!"
"It should be!" Ye Feng gently patted Gongsun Bao's shoulder with his hand, and there was a warm current immediately.
"Don't tell me that's how you sew it!"
After taking a look at Gongsun Bao's wound with internal breathing, Ye Feng gently frowned and said.
"What do you mean?" Seeing that someone doubted his own technology, he was stunned and asked, "do you think I sewed it wrong?" "Hum It's more than a mistake. You are neglecting people's lives! "