The Jiangfeng Rescue Foundation's shareholding dinner passed like this.

Jiang Feng didn't pay much attention to the scene that night.

However, this dinner caused quite a stir in the Wuhai.

There are more than 50 large and small enterprises in Wuhai, with a total donation of 57 million yuan, which is quite large.

Newspapers, Internet, TV.

Reporting on Wuhai’s charity once made Wuhai entrepreneurs look very much.

The foundation's name is also resounding throughout the five seas and surrounding cities.

But it is indeed difficult to spread throughout China, because there are many foundations like China.

Despite this, the expected results of Li Xueqing and others were still achieved, and the next days were waiting for the foundation to be officially established.

Jiang Feng is still a hand-off manager for things such as location selection and operation. In the past half month, he has been very leisurely.

April has come in a blink of an eye.

People took off their thick clothes and started to dress up.

In early April, Jiang Feng received an urgent call from cities around Wuhai, Binjiang City.

......Binjiang, Jiang Feng came here twice when he was shopping with Li Xueqing. He is a second-tier city, but his development is much better than China Overseas.

There are tourist attractions in China 5a and science and technology parks here, which can be regarded as reserves for first-tier cities.

But this time, Jiang Feng was not visiting, but an emergency room.

On the way, Qin Huairen, old Qin, spoke with a serious expression: "When something is urgent, I don't have much information here, so I will just talk about it briefly.

The patient, Xu Zhiqiang, was 45 years old and had a fatal knife injury in his heart. Fortunately, the rescue was prompt and his life was temporarily saved.

But if this continues, even if he can provide blood, he is in danger of death."

Jiang Feng leaned on the back of the car and frowned slightly when he heard this: "Fatal knife wound?

But he saved it?"

Mr. Qin was also very curious about this and nodded: "Yes, I was indeed rescued. This is the doctors who are all very curious about this.

It seems that Xu Zhiqiang has a very tenacious aura in his body. It is because of this aura that he saved his life."

"gas?"

Jiang Feng shook his eyelids: "Is there a movie?"

"No, this is just the doctors' guess, but no matter what, it is the most critical time now.

Binjiang wants to use your amazing acupuncture technique to treat Xu Zhiqiang and see if it works."

"That means, Xu Zhiqiang is about to die."

“That’s how it is.”

Old Qin sighed helplessly: "Do your best."

"A fatal heart injury, fight?"

"I don't know this."

Jiang Feng nodded, not asking.

However, he had already guessed in his mind that the doctors' cognitive energy should be internal strength, and Xu Zhiqiang should be an ancient martial artist.

The car passed the toll station and drove all the way to Binjiang Hospital.

The large hospital is a Western medicine hospital, but now there are many Chinese medicine practitioners.

If it were in the past, Western medicine would never ask Chinese medicine for advice when treating diseases, even if this disease is very difficult.

Western medicine cannot trust traditional Chinese medicine.

But since Jiang Feng emerged and established a legend in Yanjing, the most affected are the Five Seas and surrounding cities.

The status of traditional Chinese medicine has been significantly improved.

Unfortunately, in the face of a patient like Xu Zhiqiang who is dying, secular doctors will definitely have no choice.

This is also the reason for the urgent summoning of Jiang Feng.

After all, he has repeatedly created miracles.

Take a dead horse as a living horse.

The car was racing all the way, and the three-hour journey was shortened by an hour and a half.

Human life is at stake and cannot tolerate delays.

When Jiang Feng got out of the car and followed Mr. Qin into the hospital, the receptionist immediately walked forward and asked hurriedly: "Is Mr. Qin and Jiang Feng in Zhonghai?"

Old Qin nodded: "Where is the patient? Take us there quickly."

The receptionist looked at Jiang Feng and hurriedly said, "Come with me."

The three of them arrived at the emergency room, and five people were wandering at the door.

There are three Western doctors wearing white coats. Judging from the signs on their chests, they are all senior management of large hospitals.

The remaining two were wearing loose robes, not ancient styles, but modern craftsmanship.

This is Western medicine.

When he saw Jiang Feng and Mr. Qin walking towards him, an old Chinese doctor with gray hair and at least a seventy years old was hurriedly speaking: "Old Qin, you are finally here, this is Dr. Jiang Fengjiang."

Jiang Feng nodded at the old man, saying hello.

The other four people looked over, and Guo Yuanshi, the vice president of the hospital, stepped forward with an anxious look on his face: "Now is not the time to speak, Dr. Jiang, let's go in and see the patient quickly."

Jiang Feng had no intention of greeting them, nodded: "Look at the patient."

The door to the emergency room opens.

A middle-aged man was lying on the hospital bed with medical tubes all over his body.

Wearing an oxygen mask on the mouth, his face was pale and without a trace of blood. He was still transfusions at this time, his breath was weak, as if he was dead.

Looking at the heartbeater, the word "one" is being used. If you have no choice but to do anything like this, you will die sooner or later.

Several old men looked at Jiang Feng with hope.

Jiang Feng observed for a while, focused on Xu Zhiqiang's bandaged chest, and a light flashed in his eyes. He then pulled a chair and sat down to take Xu Zhiqiang's pulse.

Including Mr. Qin, the six old men did not say a word and stared at Jiang Feng's movements.

The atmosphere in the entire emergency room was extremely depressing, only the sound of the instrument was dripping.

After a while.

Jiang Feng gently put down Xu Zhiqiang's hand and stood up and said, "Prepare the silver needle, I want to apply it."

"It's ready long ago."

This is the old doctor who spoke to Mr. Qin before. He took out the silver needle box from his arms: "Disin it, it can be used now."

"This is Lu Mingweng, who is in the Binjiang Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital."

Mr. Qin introduced it.

Jiang Feng nodded: "Removing all the medical instruments on him."

"What, what?"

In addition to Mr. Qin, the five old men's faces changed drastically.

Vice President Guo Yuanshi hurriedly said: "Once the oxygen tube is removed, the patient will immediately fall into shock and die within a few minutes.

Dr. Jiang, you can’t pull it out.”

"Yes, Dr. Jiang, you can't remove it."

Mr. Lu Mingweng and Mr. Lu hurriedly said, "Can't you apply an injection like this?"

Jiang Feng shook his head: "There is yin and yang in the human body. If I apply a needle, the yin and yang must be in the current state.

Masters, time is not waiting for anyone, please pull it out quickly.”

Guo Yuanshi locked his eyebrows deeply: "But, if you pull it out, you will die. Are you giving an injection to the dead?"

Another old Western doctor spoke: "It's not that we don't trust you. We know the patient's situation more than you. I really can't get rid of it. Doctor Jiang, is there any other way?"

From their perspective, it is normal to be able to stop it.

Jiang Feng pondered slightly and said, "It must be pulled out. I can say without hesitation that no one can save his life except me, so I must listen to me."

His tone and attitude were extremely firm.
Chapter completed!