Chapter 9: Who is that, show me an example

  "I'm coming."

  As soon as Zhang Shidong spat out these three words, the large operating room fell silent, and several experts, including Kong Mei, looked at him with a gaze that regarded him as a monster.

  The backbone elites of several important departments such as orthopedics, internal medicine, surgery, and cardiovascular department are all present. In Beihai Province, this lineup is enough to be proud of the crowd, they are all at a loss, what can a young man do?

  "Xiao Dong, how did you come...” Kong Mei pulled Zhang Shidong's hand and was about to pull him out, but when she saw Dean Zhou Tongren walking behind, she hesitated for a moment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Shidong walked up to the operating table, took one look at the patient, and opened his mouth to say something that stunned all the experts in the operating room, because just now, they had just checked out the changes in the patient's body.

  "I think the people here don't think that Dr. Kong is solely responsible, unlike some outsiders who are like a bunch of fools? The head and chest have coagulated blood clots, compressing brain nerves and squeezing heart blood vessels. The patient's body was very strong, and the secondary injuries from the car accident did not immediately form a hazard in his body. If Dr. Kong had not made a decisive conservative treatment but instead chose to amputate, I think that by now, you all would be feeling quite relieved, because the patient would have died last night."

  "Xiao Dong, you..." Kong Mei's mouth was agape behind her mask. They had never encountered a situation like this before. Just now, they had conducted an examination and the patient's condition was very poor, with a risk of cardiac arrest at any moment.

  Zhang Shidong's hand flashed with a silver light, and a silver needle was inserted into the patient's wrist. His thumb and index finger gently pinched the needle, feeling the information transmitted by the needle. With his eyes closed, Zhang Shidong's mind presented an image given to him by the needle. Meanwhile, in the operating room, everyone remained silent, staring at Zhang Shidong, expecting a miracle they didn't want to believe but hoped to see.

  For three minutes, Zhang Shidong's hands flew up and down, a silver light appeared in his hands, and a silver needle appeared on the patient's body. Faintly, Zhao Ya felt dizzy, she felt that when the silver needle was inserted into the patient's body, there was a special flow of air entering the patient's body with the needle.

  Zhang Shidong's forehead was covered in sweat, and no one came forward to wipe it for him. He stared at the silver needles, waiting for a miracle to happen...

  The pattern of sounds on the monitoring equipment and the patient's gentle breathing made it seem like a long, long time had passed in just over ten minutes. It wasn't until Zhang Shidong stopped and let out a deep breath, subconsciously reaching for his cigarettes, that Kong Mei suddenly spoke up, nudging her son and indicating that he couldn't smoke here.

  Zhang Shidong's face was slightly pale, looking at the steel pipe still inserted in the patient's leg, smiled and said: "Send Buddha to the west, I'm still waiting to see who will jump down from here."

  Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

  Several silver needles sealed off the blood vessels near the wound on his leg.

  "Xiao Dong, the steel pipe can't be off by a single bit, or his leg..." Kong Mei urged, her words had barely fallen when a scraping sound was heard, followed immediately by the clanging of the steel pipe hitting the ground.

  "Ah!"

  If it was a miracle in the subconscious mind before, then at this moment, intuitively seeing the steel pipe that was inserted into the thigh and slightly moving would cause muscle and bone damage, being pulled out by Zhang Shidong without bleeding can be understood as the powerful effect of acupuncture. But has the bone tightly attached to the steel pipe been damaged?

  "Surgical knife."

  Zhao Ya was the first to react and immediately handed the detoxified surgical knife to Zhang Shidong.

  Accurately and flawlessly excising the necrotic infected flesh, professionally completing all the work with a trauma wound dressing, then one by one pulling out the silver needles, Zhang Shidong indicated that everyone could immediately conduct an examination on the patient. At this moment, in many people's eyes, he had become synonymous with miracles. Zhao Ya was even more infatuated with him, her curved eyebrows floating on her face in a very exaggerated manner.

  "The patient is asleep."

  One of the nurses spoke up, seemingly indicating that an immediate examination was no longer necessary. The gradually rising snoring sound could be heard by everyone in the operating room.

  Zhang Shidong seemed very calm: "The rest needs to be done by the hospital and his family, some basic treatment and nutrition are still necessary, as for whether this leg can recover or not, it depends on whether he will cooperate with the hospital's rehabilitation treatment." Acupuncture plus true energy, this guy is hard to beat.

  As he walked out of the operating room, Director Zhou was the first to applaud, followed by everyone else giving Zhang Shidong a round of applause. Wei Haiyang, who had been waiting outside the operating room with full confidence, was stunned when a small nurse came out earlier and told him the latest news. He couldn't care less about what kind of magical medical skills were used, his first thought was about saving face, he smiled awkwardly and slowly backed away along the wall, preparing to leave. Just as he reached the corner of the wall and turned around to take a big step back, a voice that he wasn't very familiar with but would remember for the rest of his life rang out: "Hey, whoever you are, I'm really willing to believe that if you jump from here, nothing will happen to you. Otherwise, show me a demonstration."

  Wei Haiyang tried his best to make his smile look less awkward, turned around, wanting to give a polite smile and leave, but Zhang Shidong didn't give him that chance.

  Kong Mei followed the director out of the operating room, and before she could calm down her excited heart, she saw her son pick up Wei Haiyang, open the window with a new lock, and throw him out.

  "Ah!!"

  Among the screams, Zhang Shidong stood at the window with his right hand holding a cigarette and tapping ash, while his left hand reached out of the window to grab Wei Haiyang's ankle.

  The new building of Pingjiang Central Hospital has just been built for a year, and the height of more than ten floors is enough to make anyone scream at Zhang Shidong's madness. Kong Mei rushed up and grabbed her son's sleeve, saying urgently: "Xiaodong, don't be crazy, pull back quickly...pull back quickly..."

  "Yes, little friend, don't get excited, everything is easy to say, first pull the person back." Director Zhou also followed to persuade, now the situation is even more serious than before, if one mishap, tomorrow the entire hospital will become the focus of the whole province and even the country.

  Zhao Ya, who had transformed from a top student at the Medical University to a flower-crazy girl, gazed at Zhang Shidong with her hands tightly clasped in front of her chest. Her gaze was different from Zhou Tongren and Kong Mei's - one hand was covering her mouth, while the other was grasping a hundred-plus-kilogram person: "Too handsome, too handsome..."

  The acne that was once so proud and arrogant is now shrinking away in fear, hiding behind others. Forget about being brave, let's just survive this poverty together.

  The worst was Wei Haiyang, who was thrown out of the window by Zhang Shidong. He came from a good family, had a respectable job and was considered a high-income earner in Beihai Province. He didn't want to die, he hadn't even thought about dying before. His hands and feet were waving wildly as he was held upside down, staring at the ground several floors below. He was so scared that he lost control of his bodily functions, and his ankle hurt from being grabbed. He yelled at Zhang Shidong not to let go, but it was too late. Urine flowed out of his pants and was blown away by the strong wind, leaving a foul smell behind. Some urine remained on his clothes and trickled down to his neck and head. Wei Haiyang didn't care about anything else, he just wanted to live, he just wanted to be pulled back in and stand safely on solid ground.

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