Chapter 0005 Mysterious kitchen knife

"Hehe, don't be nervous. These people had a high fever for a period of time. Once they were unconscious, they were likely to build bricks for the Lord of Hell. So be sure to keep them awake first." Ye Chong said with a smile.

Then, he asked Yang Qiaoqiao to go to the nurse's station to prepare medical alcohol and alcohol lamps, saying that he would have a minor operation.

"In...here!?"

Yang Qiaoqiao couldn't believe that his ears would be infected if he operated in this corridor full of turbid air.

"Do you really want to have an operation here? Why don't I make an appointment for a sterile operating room?

"No, I don't need to go deep in this operation, and when the appointment comes, these people will be burned into idiots." Ye Chong said as he took down the backpack on his back and zipped it on the ground.

Yang Qiaoqiao nodded. He understood that the conditions were pressing and had no time to drag on, so he stopped talking and hurried to the pharmacy in the nurse's station.

And Ye Chong took out a heavy burden from his backpack and put it together in the empty space of the disease**.

Suddenly, a hand as thick as the bark was stretched out from the disease** and grasped his wrist tightly. "Doctor, I... I don't have money to operate."

He looked up and saw that the man's face was covered with dirt, and his face was no longer young and his white temples told him that life was not easy. The other party is looking at him with an extremely complicated look. There was endless expectation and desire in his eyes, but he seemed very helpless and helpless.

Looking into his eyes, Ye Chong smiled, patted his hand and said, "Don't worry, uncle, it's free. I'm not a doctor here yet. I can treat whoever I like, and I don't care about it.

"Doctor...you..." The man looked a little excited, and his eyes were filled with tears.

At this moment, Yang Qiaoqiao came here with a plate of utensils. Several nurses behind her were surprised to see Yang Qiaoqiao coming to get these surgical instruments. After asking, they learned that Ye important was operating in the corridor. The heart of gossip suddenly rose and followed out to see the fun.

More and more medical staff rushed to see the excitement. Luo Haonan, who was inspecting in the ward, heard the mockery outside, went out to ask doubtfully, and suddenly became angry. "It's this guy again. He is so angry that he has repeatedly violated the rules of the hospital. No, he must stop him this time."

He walked furiously to the depths of the corridor and thought, "Kid, if you dare to oppose me in this hospital, why don't I pinch you to death?"

However, when he squeezed into the crowd of onlookers and saw what Ye Chong was doing, he was stunned. The pestle looked at it like half a piece of wood and said in a loud voice, "No!"

In Luo Haonan's eyes, Ye Chong tapped and bleed along both sides of the patient's back column with a plum blossom needle, and then held several Mitsubishi needles and glass fire pots in both hands to quickly start work left and right.

In one hand, he stabbed the Mitsubishi needle into the patient's sun, Quchi and Weizhong, and the glass fire can on the alcohol lamp with the other hand, which was adsorbed on the skin centered on the bleeding point at a very fast speed, and the blood burst out.

The speed and skill are amazing.

Everyone present was secretly amazed, discussing who was the dean's "recrecruitment"?

Luo Haonan was also surprised to see it, and she couldn't help admiring it. Because he knows that blood stabbing therapy is proficient in acupuncture, the accuracy of acupuncture, and the control of bleeding volume, and the requirements are extremely strict. It is a traditional medicine that is quite difficult to learn. And what Ye Chong showed today is simply a magical skill.

But even so, Ye Chong challenged his authority in front of the public and made him lose face. This breath... can't be swallowed anyway.

Looking at his fast-waving back, Luo Haonan clenched his fists, his teeth clenched, and his heart was like a thousand sharp knives cutting.

"How could this happen! Luo Haonan has been called a child prodigy since I was a child. I am at the top of the school and have always been number one. After graduation, he climbed to the position of director in the hospital with the fastest promotion speed and was known as the youngest director and the star of tomorrow. What is this leaf weight? The first day I came to work... No, it's not official work, how dare you play with it in front of me! Damn it."

"Hum" He snorted coldly and turned around and was about to walk out. But at the moment he turned around, he suddenly saw Ye Chong's backpack next to the hospital bed...

"Okay, coincidence, prepare a scalpel for me to disinfect." After talking to Yang Qiaoqiao, Ye Chong continued to do the same for several other patients.

"I'm ready." Yang Qiaoqiao handed over a bright scalpel, and Ye Chong took it again. He immediately lifted the quilt covering the patient's instep, and then gently wiped his big toe with a knife, and instantly shed black blood.

The doctors and nurses next to him looked at it and were surprised. They all said that it was always bleeding. Will it work?

Yang Qiaoqiao stared nervously at the progress of the matter. When she saw Ye Chong stop, she turned her head and asked softly, "Brother Ye, has the operation been completed?"

Ye Chong did not answer her, but stared at the patient's face and kept sweeping back and forth. Seeing his serious appearance, Yang Qiaoqiao couldn't ask anything more, so he could only wait quietly.

After a while, Ye Chong saw the slight change in color next to the patient's cheek and immediately stretched out his hand to his forehead. He touched it with his finger and finally sighed a long sigh: "It's done, 36 degrees and nine."

"Scared--" Everyone present was surprised. They were saying that Ye Chong didn't use a thermometer, but just knew the exact temperature with one hand?

Hearing everyone's whispers, Ye Chong sneered and asked Yang Qiaoqiao to measure them to ensure safe cooling, and then asked her to help patients reduce the measurement of antibiotics.

Yang Qiaoqiao nodded and pulled out the thermometer to see that it was indeed 36 degrees and 9 degrees, which was not the same.

"Wow--" the crowd once again made bursts of sound, and even some old doctors had never seen such a thing for many years. They couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing. It's really a lot of talents. Is it time to retire?

Ye Chong didn't care about other people's comments. He is now dedicated to these patients. As a matter of view, they have been out of danger of high fever and are fine, but he always feels that there is still something unresolved.

"It's lips!!" In an instant, Ye's center of gravity sank down like stepping into a swamp and realized that this might not be an ordinary symptom. But I have no idea what it is.

He stared at their lips, pale as snow. Even if they can now speak, answer fluently, and even some can move on the ground, their lips... are still pale and terrible.

"Mys - what's going on!!? It's impossible. The high fever has subsided and the spirit is not bad, but why are the lips seriously dehydrated? Ye Chong looked up and saw that in addition to antibiotics, there was human glucose on the hanging bottle, which was even more likely to be seriously dehydrated.

In the face of the phenomenon of doubts, Ye Chong fell into meditation again.

At this moment, a white shadow suddenly passed from the side and gently pressed on his forehead.

His heart tightened and quickly came back to his senses, but Yang Qiaoqiao was holding a handkerchief and gently trying the sweat on his forehead for himself.

"Brother Ye, thank you for your hard work. They may really be finished without you today."

"Uh...hehe..." Ye Chong wiped his nose and giggled, "Oh, don't be so polite. Besides, Yang ga has always been called brother and brother, and the people's hearts are numb. How can she refuse? You said yes. Ah, so numb, so numb..." He said as he rubbed his hand on his chest, which was extremely obscene.

When several nurses next to him saw it, they secretly covered their mouths and smiled, pointing to Yang Qiaoqiao with their hands.

Yang Qiaoqiao's face turned red, and he roared at Ye again angrily: "You... soulless... stinky hooligan..."

"How do you know I stink? Have you smelled it? With that, Ye Chong raised his arm and stretched out his armpits to her.

"You..." Yang Qiaoqiao puffed up his cheeks, and his big apricot eyes squinted at his bad smile. "Well, you must often flirt with girls. Thanks to you, I wiped your sweat."

Ye Chong smiled and gently hit her with his elbow. "Look at you stingy. I'm kidding you. Brother, am I that kind of person? Little lamb, don't learn from goats, do you know?"

With that, he had disinfected Mitsubishi needle and plum blossom needle with alcohol and was about to bend down and put it back into his backpack, but he suddenly felt cold and said, "Bad!"

"What's wrong? Do you often flirt with others and get retribution?

Yang Qiaoqiao said with a strange smile.

"No, my bag... My backpack is missing, and it's full of my treasures."

"What? It's impossible. Was it still here just now? Look for it quickly."

However, just as they were about to look around, a group of people suddenly came in front of them. Ye Chong looked up. It was the policemen just now.

And the backpack he was looking for is being held in one of his hands!!!

"My backpack... why are they there!?"

At a time when Ye Chong's thoughts and doubts were full of confusion, the police had come to him and wanted to arrest him.

"What crime did I commit? Why did you arrest me?" Ye Chong raised his head and argued for the reason.

"Yes, police comrade, although his virtue is not very good, at least he treated the disease and saved people in the morning and just now. Is there something wrong?" Yang Qiaoqiao also stood up and spoke for him.

Ah? Is my morality that bad?" Ye Chong wanted to say something, but was stopped by Yang Qiaoqiao, "Comrade police, why don't you investigate when our dean comes back? Maybe you have caught the wrong person?"

The policeman smiled, took out his backpack and put it in front of him, "Is this bag yours?"

Take a closer look, it's the backpack I lost. Yes, this is my bag. Why is it at your place?

"That's right." He pulled away his backpack, took out a kitchen knife from it, and lit it in front of everyone. "What do you mean by coming to the hospital with a kitchen knife?"

When everyone saw it, they took two steps back in a panic. It is not uncommon for this kind of hidden weapon to hack people in hospitals. Most of them are doctor-patient disputes, and it happened once last month, so everyone is particularly nervous.

"This is impossible, Brother Ye... Mr. Ye can't do such a thing. He was just treating diseases and saving people. How can he bring a kitchen knife to kill people? This must have been deliberately put in his backpack and blamed him, right? Yang Qiaoqiao turned around and asked Ye Chong.

But Ye Chong was silent, lowered his head and sighed gently, "This is my knife."

As soon as this word came out, the crowd instantly exploded "explosives" and everyone stepped back a few steps, forming a large encirclement.

The police laughed and came forward to arrest someone. "What else is there to say now?"

"Wait...wait" Yang Qiaoqiao stood in front of Ye Chong again, opened his hands, and said in a panic, "You can't just put in a crime and take people away. Have you asked your superiors? I want to talk to your captain.

Captain Lu is temporarily hospitalized due to a work-related injury and has no time to deal with you. I just asked Deputy Director Bai to approve the arrest.

"Scared - Deputy Director Bai! This..." Yang Qiaoqiao was at a loss and didn't know what to do. If she hadn't asked Ye Chong to treat the migrant workers, how could there be this? In the final analysis, I have an inescapable responsibility.

Her eyes turned red with urgency, and she cried out to the police with tears, "Even if you bring a kitchen knife to the hospital, you won't see a chopping man!" He treats patients with very strange things. Maybe... Is this kitchen knife his tool for treatment? Many people here have seen how he operated on.

Yang Qiaoqiao turned around, grabbed Ye Chong's sleeve, stared at him with big eyes, and said urgently, "Brother Ye, tell them that this kitchen knife is used to cure diseases, right?"

Looking at her clear and shining eyes like a spring, Ye Chong smiled gently, opened his lips slightly, and said...