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Chapter 230: Rescuing and Awakening (Part Six)
Chapter 230: Rescuing and Awakening (Part Six)
Chapter 230: Rescuing and Awakening (Part Six)
Translator: 549690339
Suddenly, a cold sweat broke out on Director Zheng, and he stuttered, “No, Dean, do you realize what he was saying just now? He had the audacity to claim that the patient’s intracranial hemorrhage is a minor problem… He’s basically challenging our First People’s Hospital, questioning me… This kind of behavior is extremely outrageous. After all, in the field of neurology at the First People’s Hospital, I am considered an authority…”
“If he says it’s a minor problem, then it is a minor problem!” the Dean’s face was extremely ghastly, almost slapping Director Zheng out of the room!
Son of a gun, don’t you know the background of this lord?
You dare to offend him?
Not to mention Huang Xiaolong’s exceptional medical skills and ghost-catching abilities, just last night, the Dean of the First People’s Hospital saw with his own eyes how Huang Xiaolong dealt with the Binhai Four Young Masters, and how the Lin and Gao families backed down.
The four major families of Binhai can’t handle him. Is this the kind of person you, a chief physician, can afford to offend?
Even if I, the Dean, offend him, it would be a matter of minutes before I get the boot!
Don’t ruin our First People’s Hospital!
The more the Dean thought about it, the angrier he got, and finally he couldn’t hold it back. “Damn it! Get out! Are you deaf? Dr. Xiaolong told you to leave, what are you still doing here? He questions you? What right do you have to be questioned by him? Ok! Our First People’s Hospital doesn’t need doctors like you! Go to the finance office and handle your resignation immediately! Now scram!”
Director Zheng was stunned, flabbergasted, at a complete loss…
Finally, the Dean pushed and shoved Director Zheng out of the room.
Afterwards, the Dean trotted over to Huang Xiaolong. “Dr. Xiaolong, I’m sorry, I’ve been a bit late…”
“That’s enough, no more nonsense, I’m going to treat my uncle’s injuries now.” Huang Xiaolong waved impatiently, then casually asked Mother Song. “Auntie, what exactly happened to Uncle’s injury?”
Mother Song looked at Huang Xiaolong with astonishment.
This young man is amazing!
Director Zheng’s such a prominent figure, yet just because he offended this young man, he was fired by the Dean! And the Dean, he’s behaving like a servant…
‘I have no idea where Yuru met this guy…’
Mother Song was muttering to herself, but then, her confidence in Huang Xiaolong increased exponentially.
“Little Long, this is what happened. Yuru’s dad is a taxi driver. This morning, at an intersection, a Porsche ran a red light and hit his car. Her dad got out to argue and was beaten with a metal pipe, falling to the ground unconscious.” Mother Song broke into tears as she spoke.
“Oh… Have you reported it to the police?” Huang Xiaolong’s mouth twitched slightly, a hint of anger passing through his heart.
“Yes.” Mother Song continued sobbing, “But the culprit and the police haven’t shown up yet.”
“I see… well, let me cure Uncle first.” Huang Xiaolong smiled.
The next moment, Huang Xiaolong sprang into action!
He took out a dozen silver needles from his canvas bag and skillfully inserted them into Father Song’s brains and some facial acupoints at a dizzying speed.
As the needles were inserted, traces of life-giving True Qi were also fed into Father Song’s brain.
In the ward, Song Yuru, Mother Song, and even the Dean, nervously watched Father Song, their eyes not blinking at all.
The next moment, something strange happened!
A sizable amount of black blood oozed out from Father Song’s eyes, ears, mouth, and nose!
This black blood was mostly congealed, looking incredibly filthy and emitting a foul stench.
Huang Xiaolong smiled, picked up a pack of tissues from the counter, and carefully wiped the black blood off Father Song’s face.
“Little Long… my dad…why is blood coming out of his seven orifices…” Song Yuru began shuddering in fear at the sight. Mother Song couldn’t help but sob quietly again.
Just then!
Beep, beep, beep…
The monitor beside the patient’s bed was showing a sudden, dramatic improvement in Father Song’s vital signs!
“Done.” Huang Xiaolong removed the silver needles stuck in Father Song’s face and head. “My dear, Auntie, Uncle’s injury is cured. The black blood clots that seeped out of Uncle’s eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were actually intracranial hemorrhages, I used acupuncture to expel them, then expanded the blood vessels in Uncle’s brain, freeing the oppressed nerves…”
“Holy smokes!” the Dean slapped his thigh, “Intracranial hemorrhage, blood vessels, and nerves oppressed, and a few needles healed the patient… Huatuo resurrected, Bian Que reborn, there’s nothing more than that! Dr. Xiaolong, you truly live up to the title ‘Divine Doctor’! Amazing! Absolutely amazing!”
The Dean’s flattery was not a deceitful compliment, but true admiration!
A few minutes later…
“Aye, those little bastards, hit me on the head with a metal pipe! Wait till I’m done with them!” Father Song suddenly got up from the sickbed, pulled out the oxygen mask, and in the process appeared a little pale, but his speech was full of energy.
The injuries were mostly healed.
“You’re awake! You scared us half to death!” Mother Song felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, rushing up to grab her husband’s hands and bursting into joyous tears.
“My dear, I told you Uncle would be fine. But you kept crying.” Huang Xiaolong grinned, “Later, you and Auntie should prepare Uncle’s discharge papers. When we go home, we’ll drink some brain-nourishing soup.”
“Little Long! You! I!” Song Yuru was incoherent. The next moment, she couldn’t help herself, threw her arms around Huang Xiaolong’s neck, and took the initiative to peck Huang Xiaolong on the face.
Father Song and Mother Song happened to see this, and they were both somewhat taken aback.
“Ah!” Song Yuru then reacted, hurriedly escaped to one side, her ears blushing in embarrassment.
“Ahem… well… Yuru, your dad is fine now, was it this young man who cured your dad’s illness? Good, good, our daughter has good judgment. Um, sweetie, I’m hungry, can you get me some noodles?” Father Song looked at Huang Xiaolong carefully.
Just hearing that her dad wanted to eat noodles as soon as he woke up, Mother Song and Song Yuru couldn’t help but laugh. The tense and anxious atmosphere immediately turned into a heartwarming reunion scene.
“Little Long, can my dad eat noodles now?” Song Yuru asked Huang Xiaolong.
“No problem, he can eat anything. The clot has been completely cleared. After a few days of rest, Uncle will be completely okay.” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.
“Then I’ll order takeout for my dad.” Song Yuru looked at Huang Xiaolong affectionately and then took out her phone and ordered a meal from Meituan.
“Well now, I was furious just thinking about what happened! Made me so angry!” Father Song vented angrily, “So what if he drives a luxury car? It was a Porsche, it was clearly his fault for hitting my car, and the moment he got out, after a few words, he pulled out a metal pipe from the trunk and hit me…”
“They were indeed too outrageous.” Huang Xiaolong also gritted his teeth.
These days, damn it, honest people are always taken advantage of.
If it weren’t for Huang Xiaolong today, his future father-in-law would likely have died in the hospital, leaving behind two widows and ruining this family entirely.