Chapter 3 Chapter You don't deserve to be a doctor

"Quickly put the child on the hospital bed. I will immediately carry out first aid."

Hearing that it was a matter handed down by the head of the Health Bureau of the city, Xie Haitao didn't dare to be slow in the slightest and asked the middle-aged man to put the little boy on the ICU bed.

Ye Bufan saw that the boy's face was blue, his breathing was rapid and he was in a coma.

So Ye Bufan did not say anything more. He would settle the medicine bill sooner or later, not in a hurry.

While examining the boy, Xie Haitao asked, "How did the child get sick?"

The middle-aged man said, "My son was fine when he left school, but after a while he said he didn't feel well, and soon he started to have a fever, and the fever was very severe, and then he fell into a coma."

Xie Haitao said after examination, "Don't worry, it's just a common cold. I'll give him some antipyretic medicine now and he'll be fine soon."

Because he didn't know what kind of relationship the middle-aged man had with Director Zhou, he spoke extremely politely.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great. Thank you, doctor."

Xie Haitao took the fever-reducing medicine prepared by Zhang Xiaoman and was about to give it to the little boy.

Ye Bufan shook his head and said, "He doesn't have a cold at all. You'll aggravate it with the fever-reducing injection."

"What do you know? Are you a doctor? Don't talk nonsense if you don't know."

Xie Haitao had just been exposed for his nasty deeds, and he had been holding a lot of anger in his stomach, so he immediately let out.

He picked up a syringe and personally injected a fever-reducing drug into the boy.

As time passed, the boy's face slowly showed a trace of blood, as if the pain had also been alleviated.

Xie Haitao said with a smug look on his face, "See, I told you it's just a small cold, nothing is wrong."

The middle-aged man sighed with relief and nodded his head, "Yes, yes, Dr. Xie, your medical skills are excellent."

But at that moment, the boy's tender face suddenly twisted up; his limbs began to twitch; his mouth kept foaming; and the bedside instruments emitted an ear-splitting chirp.

The blood pressure dropped, the heart rate slowed rapidly, and it looked like his life was in danger at any moment.

The middle-aged man immediately called out nervously, "Doctor, what's going on? What's wrong with my son?"

Xie Haitao was also startled. According to his diagnosis, the boy was suffering from a common cold, so how could this suddenly happen?

The middle-aged man shouted anxiously, "Doctor, do something quickly, I only have one son!"

"I..."

Xie Haitao was at a loss as to what to do. He couldn't figure out what was going on, then how could he figure out what to do?

Seeing that the boy's situation was getting more and more critical, the middle-aged man angrily yelled, "You quack. If anything happens to my son, I'll make you pay for his life!"

"I'll do it."

Ye Bufan, who had acquired the Ancient Medical Sect's inheritance, couldn't just ignore the argent situation.

He came to the bed and said, "I told you that you were wrong. This is not a cold at all, but a poisoning."

He took out the silver needles in his pocket and stabbed them one by one into the boy's chest points.

"What are you doing?" Xie Haitao was about to step forward to stop him when he suddenly stopped and shouted, "Interfere with my treatment of the patient and you will be responsible for any consequences!"

Xie Haitao saw that the little boy was going to die, and if he himself really killed someone, he would not only lose his title as director, but also go to jail.

But now it's different, he can take the responsibility out of his hands.

Ye Bufan simply ignored him and continued to administer needles to the little boy to expel the poison.

If you look closely, you will find that the silver needles are gently trembling at the end of the needles after piercing the acupuncture points, as if there is some kind of motivation to keep them vibrating.

The middle-aged man asked, "Is this one of your emergency room doctors?"

Xie Haitao said, "He's not a doctor. He's just a patient's family.

"I was able to cure this disease, but now he has made it look like this, so I have nothing to do with it."

The middle-aged man immediately jumped up, "How are you qualified to treat my son as a patient's family member..."

He said as he walked over to try to stop Ye Bufan, but he suddenly found that his son's twitching non-stop limbs had stopped. The little boy also stopped foaming at the mouth, his face slowly became rosy, and even the monitoring instruments at the bedside were back to normal.

"This... What's going on here?"

Everyone looked dumbfounded, especially Xie Haitao, who thought Ye Bufan had cured Ouyang Lan by mistake. He didn't expect that Ye Bufan had saved even this little boy.

Everyone was relieved that no one was killed anyway.

The middle-aged man asked, "You are indeed a miracle-working doctor! So what's wrong with my son?"

Ye Bufan said, "It's some kind of virus. Has he been in contact with anything unclean recently, such as rats or other animals that carry a lot of germs?"

The middle-aged man said, "I don't think so. He hasn't been out today; he's been at school."

Ye Bufan saw that it was almost time. He took out another silver needle and pierced the little boy's two index fingers, squeezing two drops of black blood out of his fingers and dripping them into the trash can next to them.

He then took back all the silver needles and the little boy opened his eyes and sat up from the bed, looking around with a bewildered look.

Seeing his son awake, the middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise, "A miracle doctor, a miracle doctor!"

Ye Bufan said, "I have drained out the poisonous blood. Go back and let him drink some mung bean water and he'll be fine. Don't let your child touch those unclean wild animals in the future."

"Little miracle doctor, thank you for saving my son!" The middle-aged man took out two stacks of 100 yuan bills and stuffed them into Ye Bufan's hand, "Little miracle doctor, thank you!"

Ye Bufan accepted it. He took the money and handed it to Ouyang Lan.

This is the Ancient Medical Sect's rule: give the consultation money as you wish. A gold mountain is not too much, and a penny is not too little.

Ouyang Lan still hasn't come back to her senses: she thought to herself about how her son became a miracle doctor after her sickness? In the blink of an eye, he earned so much money.

The middle-aged man picked up the little boy and turned back to Xie Haitao and spat fiercely, "Quack doctor, you think yourself a chief doctor? bullshit!"

Xie Haitao looked at Ye Bufan and shouted, "Are you a doctor? Who told you to treat the sick?"

"Shouldn't you be thanking me?" Ye Bufan said, "People like you who have no medical ethics and no medical skills really don't deserve to be a doctor."

"It's none of your business. You are practicing medicine illegally, believe it or not, I will call the police to arrest you."

Xie Haitao was talking when Zhou Yongliang, the director of the Health Bureau, and Ma Haidong, the director of Jiangnan Hospital, walked in through the door.

Seeing the leaders coming, he threatened Ye Bufan in a low voice, "Kid, you keep your mouth shut. Illegal practice of medicine is a big crime, at least five or six years in jail. I'll help you carry the matter down now."

After saying that he ran over with a flattering face, "Director Zhou, President Ma, greetings."

Zhou Yongliang asked, "Where is the patient I sent here? Have they come yet?"

Xie Haitao said, "You mean the child with fever? I have cured him and they just left us."

As he spoke, he was relieved that the boy's father had not spoken directly to Director Zhou, so that was good.

Zhou Yongliang asked with a surprised face, "Did you cure him?"

He knew Xie Haitao, but in his impression Xie Haitao was just an ordinary chief physician, and he did not find Xie Haitao's medical skills to be very good.

"Yes, Director Zhou, it was me who cured him."

Xie Haitao said while turning back to make a warning look at Ye Bufan.

Seeing this guy's shamelessness to such an extent, Ye Bufan was about to go forward to expose it, but was stopped by Ouyang Lan.

She knew that her son did not have a license to practice medicine, and it would be a problem if he really got into the Public Security Bureau.