"Send the patient to the hospital for observation!" The doctor who led the team came to his senses from the shock and took over the rest of the work. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The middle-aged man next to the old man pulled Ye Fan to the side, took out a business card, handed it over with both hands, and said sincerely: "Doctor, I don't know how to thank you, this is my business card, you must not be polite if necessary." ”

I don't know how to thank you? I'll teach you! Banknotes, banknotes, or banknotes! Ye Fan wanted to teach him this, but when he took the business card, he quickly changed his mind and nodded hypocritically: "You're welcome, you're welcome." ”

When I look for you, you're welcome.

The middle-aged man shook his hand with a smile and said, "Then let's do it first...... I'll take care of the chief first. ”

Ye Fan smiled and sent him into the elevator, the old man craned his neck on the stretcher, and a pair of sharp eyes looked at the strange young man who saved his life through the crack in the slowly closing door until the elevator door closed, blocking the view.

"Chen Dongqing, colonel......" Ye Fan shook his business card and threw it into his pocket.

Just as he was about to turn around, a figure stumbled to his feet, holding Ye Fan's leg and crying with tears in his eyes: "Doctor, doctor, please, save my mother......"

"Uh, get up and talk about it, what's your mother's illness?" Ye Fan was taken aback, it's over, it seems that this time the decision was wrong, there are more poor people in the hospital who can't afford to be sick, isn't this asking for trouble for yourself.

Look at the way this kid is dressed, he is not a rich man.

"Brain...... Cerebroma. Zhang Dabao wiped the corners of his eyes and stood up, and there were already many people around him, whispering and pointing.

Ye Fan's face was as usual, and he waved his hand quietly: "Take a look." ”

A bite of rice cake choking is easy to treat, this brain tumor is not a small disease, this is called cancer, a circle of surgery, chemotherapy, traditional Chinese medicine, Western medicine, a lot of processes, basically people who can survive are tossed to only a few years of longevity.

Zhang Dabao was born in a poor middle peasant, and his wife had this kind of disease that rich and noble people dare not get, so how could the family have the money to do surgery, so they could only barely take some medicine and infusion to maintain their lives.

Ye Fan followed Zhang Dabao to the inpatient ward, and followed dozens of people to watch the excitement, patients, family members, doctors, nurses, and all kinds of people, all of whom had serious curiosity about this skilled doctor.

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

"Come and see God heal, come......"

"Wife, come out to see Hua Tuo......"

The crowd gathered more and more, the rumors became more and more outrageous, and hundreds of people almost collapsed the stairs of the inpatient department.

The brain ward has never been so lively, and several patients lying on the bed are looking at these excited and inexplicable people with their mouths open, is this coming to the hospital to form a group to catch the market?

"Mother, you are saved!" Zhang Dabao knelt in front of the bed and clenched the shaved and chapped palm of the old man with a sallow face.

The old man shook his head and smiled: "Baowa, don't coax