The best miraculous doctor and son-in-law

Seeing that the conflict was about to escalate, suddenly the door of an operating room opened, and everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

I saw a doctor come out, his blue sterile clothes covered with blood.

His steps were heavy and his eyes were a little gray. He glanced around blankly and slowly took off his mask.

"Who are the family members?"

"We are..." The three people quickly gathered around. They also had some wounds on their bodies and were wrapped in bandages.

Everyone stared at the doctor anxiously.

"We have tried our best, but the injury is too serious." After saying that, the doctor shook his head gently.

Among the three, the young woman immediately rolled her eyes and fainted.

The other two people couldn't help crying while supporting her.

"Oh my god, how could you do this!"

"My son just got married, what a sin..." The middle-aged woman cried heartbreakingly, and her shouts echoed throughout the hall.

Many people bowed their heads, and at the same time they were more worried about their loved ones.

The extremely depressed atmosphere gradually formed a big stone, pressing on everyone's heart.

Ye Chen opened his mouth slightly and was stunned.

But at this moment, his expression moved slightly.

Because he clearly felt that there was still a trace of breath left in the patient who was pushed out.

He immediately knocked away Director Song and walked quickly over there.

Several security guards wanted to stop him, but several patients' family members immediately stopped them.

Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Chen stopped next to the stretcher, stretched out his hand to check for a pulse, his brows became more serious, and he looked at the attending doctor in front of him in disbelief.

"This man is still angry, how can you say he is hopeless?"

Upon hearing this, the old couple on the ground immediately stood up.

This doctor was not as mean as Director Song. He sighed: "Well, judging by your age, you should be a medical student."

"You don't understand. Although he is still breathing, his internal organs are severely damaged and there is no way to save him."

"Even with various monitors, it can only last a day or two at most."

"Look, there are so many wounded people waiting to be rescued in the room. I can't spend all my resources on him alone."

"You can only save those who can be saved first."

The old woman immediately rushed forward and grabbed the doctor's clothes: "You goddammit, you are leaving my son to die!"

The doctor remained motionless, his eyes full of compassion and helplessness: "Old man, you... oh, I'm sorry!"

"I don't want anything to apologize for. You save my son. You must be saved!" The old woman seemed to be going crazy.

His husband hurried over to help him, holding back tears and said tremblingly: "Old lady, stop making trouble, the doctor is right."

"We can't be so selfish, everything is our son's life."

"Shut up. That's the flesh that fell off my body. It's the child I raised. Even if he dies, he has to die in the operating room. He can't come out and wait to die."

Amid the quarrel, Ye Chen put his hand on the injured man's chest.

After a little probing, I immediately felt that the opponent's heart pulse was still there.

Although the internal organs are indeed damaged, there is still a chance.

Now he rolled up his sleeves and took out a few silver needles from his waist.

But at this moment, Director Song jumped over again: "What are you doing!"

"Believe me, I can save him." Ye Chen looked solemnly.

"Don't do this, get out of here." Director Song roared loudly.

Ye Chen was too lazy to pay attention to him, but looked at the old couple.

"Uncle and aunt, do you agree to let me treat you?"

"I can't be 100%, but there is a chance."

"Really?" the couple said in unison.

Ye Chen nodded slightly.

"Okay, no matter what, I won't blame you, just do it." The man looked at Ye Chen firmly.

"If you insist on his treatment, then leave our hospital and go outside for treatment." Director Song suddenly said.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were focused on him, and everyone's eyes were like steel knives.

Director Song took several steps back in fright, but was still unconvinced: "What do you want to do?"

The attending doctor looked at Ye Chen's silver needle and seemed to think of something. He stepped forward and asked, "They just called you Doctor Ye. Is that Ye Chen?"

"I'm."

The attending doctor's eyes suddenly brightened up and he wiped the blood on his hand: "I have admired you for a long time. My name is Liang Guo, Doctor Ye. Go ahead and I will give you a hand."

"Liang, what are you doing?" Director Song turned around and yelled.

"If something goes wrong, don't blame me for reporting it to the dean. Then you will have to get out too."

"Director, I have heard about Dr. Ye's deeds. His medical skills are indeed very good." Liang Guo explained very seriously.

"You're an idiot..." Director Song cursed, but then he held it back.

Then he walked quickly to Liang Guo and reminded in a low voice: "Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? Patients who we cannot treat are treated by outsiders in our territory."

"How shameless is it to spread the word?"

Liang Guo's face was full of disbelief: "Director Song, we are doctors, and there are doctors' regulations hanging in the corridor. We must take saving lives and healing the wounded as our own responsibility."

"Stop singing your praises for me, I'm telling you..." Director Song hadn't finished speaking yet.

Suddenly, the injured person on the stretcher coughed.

Everyone also looked back and saw that Ye Chen had already administered the needle and the injured person had actually opened his eyes.

After spitting out a mouthful of black bruises, he was breathing in fresh air.

"Calm down, don't breathe so hard, take your time." Ye Chen said softly.

The injured man nodded slowly and looked at him with gratitude.

Because even though he had already stepped into the gate of hell, he could hear everything around him clearly.

"My son!" The old woman was even more surprised and couldn't help crying as she rushed towards him.

"Thank you, thank you very much." The man held Ye Chen's hand tightly.

If Ye Chen hadn't stopped him, he would have even knelt down directly.

Looking at this scene, Director Song's mouth twitched.

Liang Guo, like a little fanboy, went over excitedly and observed the silver needle with interest.

"Wonderful, really wonderful, Dr. Ye, if I am really diagnosed, can I become an apprentice at your place?"

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, looked at Director Song again, and finally said loudly: "Of course."

After everyone was stunned for a few seconds, they hurried forward and asked Ye Chen to help treat his family.

But at this moment, Director Song yelled.

"Shut up, everyone!"

He was already furious, and the veins on his forehead throbbed slightly.

Staring at Ye Chen with red eyes: "You said you are also a doctor. Are you qualified to practice medicine?"

Ye Chen licked his lips and didn't know how to answer for a moment, because he had never taken the medical qualification exam.

At the same time, Director Song's hardcore medical staff also gathered around.

While driving everyone back, they surrounded Ye Chen.

"You are practicing medicine in our hospital without a license. If I were serious about this kind of thing, I would let you stay there for a few years." Director Song pointed at Ye Chen's nose.

"Listen to me, no matter you are a miracle doctor or a quack doctor, don't show off here."

"Our hospital can treat its own patients, so get out of here." Several medical staff said in a flurry of words.