When Yang Zhigang heard that his wife was critically ill, he suddenly felt like the world was shattering, the world was spinning, and he would collapse to the ground if his feet became weak.

Fortunately, Yang Chen had quick eyesight and quick hands, and helped his father.

"Dad, don't... don't worry, the doctor is here for everything!"

"Yep!"

Yang Zhigang held Huang Hai's hand tightly and begged:

"Doctor Huang, you must save my wife!"

“If you want to save people, don’t let go!”

Huang Hai shook off Yang Zhigang's hand and walked straight to the ward, followed closely by Yang Chen and his son.

As soon as I entered the ward, I heard the life monitor next to the bedside blaring an alarm, and the nurse had already pushed the emergency medicine cart to the bedside.

On the hospital bed was a pale, skinny middle-aged woman with her eyes closed tightly, foaming at the mouth, and her body twitching from time to time.

mom!

This was the first time Yang Chen saw his mother Zhang Suqin after he woke up, and tears stopped flowing out of his eyes.

"Head nurse, what's going on?"

"Dr. Huang, the life monitor shows that the patient's blood pressure and heart rate have dropped rapidly. The current blood pressure is 85/60, the heart rate is 55 beats/min, and the S segment of the electrocardiogram is elevated..."

Huang Hai heard the report, stepped forward and opened Zhang Suqin's eyelids, shined a flashlight on it, shook his head and said:

"The initial suspicion is that the tumor in the brain accumulated in the arteries and blood vessels, causing intracranial hemorrhage... There is no hope of saving, so let's declare him dead."

boom!

Huang Hai's words were like thunder on a dry day, exploding in the minds of Yang Chen and his son.

"Child's mother..."

Yang Zhigang flew to the hospital bed, looked up to the sky and screamed, unable to catch his breath, and collapsed directly to the ground limply.

"dad!"

Yang Chen quickly supported his father, and naturally used his thumb to pinch Yang Zhigang's philtrum.

Huang Hai and the nurses around him were a little surprised: This fool actually knows first aid?

After a while, Yang Zhigang woke up leisurely. Yang Chen quickly comforted him and said, "Dad, don't get excited yet. My mother will definitely be saved... Don't get excited!"

He turned to Huang Hai and said anxiously:

"Doctor, my mother can still be saved... we can't declare her dead, please save her quickly!"

"Idiot, what do you know!"

Huang Hai said with contempt:

"The chance that a normal person can be rescued from a massive intracranial hemorrhage is less than half. What's more, your mother's massive bleeding was caused by the brain tumor squeezing the arteries. The chance of rescue is less than one in ten thousand, so there is no need to waste medical resources.

"

It was almost time to get off work, and Huang Hai didn't want to waste his time on this hopeless rescue.

What's more, I made an appointment with a new nurse tonight to have dinner, have some drinks and then book a room, right?

"Doctor, let's try it anyway."

Yang Zhigang ignored the fact that he had just woken up and begged out of breath:

"Please, save my wife!"

"Your son is stupid, why should you be stupid with him?"

Huang Hai said impatiently:

"Such resuscitation is meaningless. As soon as the patient is pushed into the operating room, the patient will probably die before the skull can be drilled.

You might as well tell your wife if you have anything to say while she's still breathing."

Seeing the look of despair on Yang Zhigang's face, Huang Hai quickly winked at the head nurse, who knowingly handed over an agreement and said:

"Come and sign the agreement to give up the rescue."

"This this……"

"It's about to be signed."

Huang Hai urged:

"You sign the agreement, and I'll give your wife a shot in the arm. Maybe she can wake up for a minute or two, and you and your wife can say goodbye."

Yang Zhigang's trembling, calloused hands reached out to take the pen, and Yang Chen snatched the agreement and the pen away.

"Dad, you can't sign, you can't give up!"

Then he turned around, pulled Huang Hai's sleeve and said:

"Doctor, no matter what the odds are, we must rescue him!"

"Let go!"

Huang Hai swung it hard a few times, but Yang Chen's big hands were as strong as iron pliers, unable to sway him even an inch. He was even more furious: "Fool, why can't you understand people's words..."

But no, this is a fool, how can he understand.

"Yang Zhigang, please let your stupid son go!"

"what happened?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a majestic face walked in from outside the ward, frowned and said:

"Huang Hai, how can this hospital be so noisy as a vegetable market and affect the rest of other patients?"

"Dean Ma!"

When Huang Hai saw the person coming, he seemed to want to greet him. Yang Chen still held on to his hand and could only say:

"This fool insists on dragging me to rescue a dead person. I...I can't even explain it..."

"Not dead, my mother is not dead yet!"

Yang Chen interrupted and said:

"You are the dean, right? Quick...save my mother quickly, she is still angry...not dead yet!"

Dean Ma glanced at Zhang Suqin on the hospital bed, then at the life monitor, frowned and asked, "Huang Hai, how is the patient?"

"This is a patient with a brain tumor... It is estimated that the artery and blood vessel were squeezed... The location of the brain tumor is in the subarachnoid space..."

In order not to be found out about his dereliction of duty, Huang Hai kept describing the condition as serious as possible. Dean Ma's brows furrowed into the Chinese character "Chuan" when he heard this.

"What are you talking about? I asked you to save people...save people. You should give my mother medicine as soon as possible!"

Yang Chen couldn't understand so many medical terms. He just felt that if Huang Hai was delayed like this, his mother's condition would become more dangerous. He walked to the bedside angrily, grabbed his mother's hand, and shouted:

"My mother is still alive, her hands are still warm, and she can still be saved..."

As he spoke, a meridian diagram appeared on the mother's body in front of him. These meridians were connected in series by acupuncture points on the body, like rivers, with a stream of light blue gas flowing in the meridians.

"What are those black spots?"

Yang Chen soon discovered that several acupuncture points on his mother's body showed black dots. These black dots were like a river embankment, blocking the light cyan gas.

"By the way, when I massaged Mr. Li just now, she also had these black spots on her body. Later, I used my fingers to rub the black spots away, and she became comfortable."

"I...if I spread the black spots on my mother's body and let the gas flow, will my mother get better?"

Without thinking further, Yang Chen stretched out his fingers and poked Zhang Suqin's body.

"Son, you...what are you doing?"

Yang Zhigang didn't know why, but he saw Yang Chen poking and tapping his wife's body, just like a child playing with acupoints, thinking that Yang Chen's illness had recurred.

"What else can you do? Your son must have lost his mind again. If he continues like this, your wife will die with her eyes open!"

Huang Hai said disdainfully:

"Head nurse, notify security to come and take this lunatic away quickly!"

"yes!"

"slow!"

Just as the head nurse was about to turn around and go out to call security, Dean Ma suddenly stopped and stared at the placement of Yang Chen's fingers, for fear of missing every step.

"Dean, this fool..."

"Do not talk!"

Dean Ma raised his hand to interrupt Huang Hai, watched Yang Chen's every move, and said coldly:

"Every time he places his finger, there are 108 major acupoints on the patient's body. I can't even identify the acupoints so accurately. You are not stupid to lie to him!"

What?

Huang Hai's eyes followed Yang Chen, and he saw him poking at the patient's body like a madman, and rubbing the patient's body from time to time. This technique was like rescuing a person but actually abusing a child.
To be continued...