Fan Zhen never believed his son would be in any danger.
His daughter, Fan Qiyun, is the deputy chief physician of the respiratory departnt, and her brother’s illness is exactly her area of expertise. What could possibly happen?
Others plead with doctors to treat them, even going out of their way to slip them red envelopes, hoping the doctors will do their best.
But he didn’t need to.
Does saving his own brother require all those unnecessary formalities?
No need.
Absolutely no need.
That was Fan Zhen’s thought ever since he ca to City First Hospital, and it’s the main reason he was unrestrained in his refusal to sign the consent form.
Moreover, the situation at ho was sothing Fan Qiyun’s colleagues were aware of, and he assud Fan Qiyun was colluding with them to scare him into paying the fee. Naturally, he wasn’t willing and beca more stubborn.
But now, the doctors inside said his son had no heartbeat, and Director Ma had also declared his son brain-dead. Fan Zhen was completely panicked.
He had only one son; even if he was a bit useless, people from rural areas tended to value sons more highly than daughters, so naturally, they cherished their sons more. Even if the daughter excelled and the son was no better than useless, over many years, exploiting the daughter had beco a hard-to-change habit.
The nurse, who had been forcibly handed a critical condition notice, looked blankly at Zhou Qihua. Director Ma had declared brain death—was there even hope?
Should they still try to save him?
She even wanted to ask, "Where were you just now?"
Now you’re in a hurry?
Too late.
It’s too late to save him now.
But since the patient was already dead, she feared she would face Fan Zhen’s wrath if she spoke her thoughts, so the nurse sought help with a pleading look toward Zhou Qihua.
Now, they could only rely on Director Zhou’s decision.
This decision was beyond a small nurse’s authority.
Zhou Qihua felt a bit troubled too. Ma Xiaoyi had considerable expertise in respiratory dicine. If he declared brain death, it’s likely correct. Even if they gave their all to save him now, there was probably no hope.
Seeing Zhou Qihua silent, Fan Zhen quickly turned to the young man beside Zhou Qihua, shoving the critical condition notice back into Lu Xuan’s hands: "Doctor, doctor, save my son. I have money. I will pay the expert fee. I only have this one son. Save him. I beg you to save him."
Seeing the man’s pale and panic-stricken face, Lu Xuan couldn’t bear to refuse. He thought for a mont and said, "Director Zhou, let go in and take a look."
Zhou Qihua thought about it and nodded, "Let’s go together."
The two of them entered the ergency room.
Upon seeing Zhou Qihua, Ma Xiaoyi shook his head helplessly, "There’s nothing left."
Zhou Qihua already knew the situation, but since Lu Xuan wanted to take a look, he decided to accompany him, so he could better explain it to the patient’s family later.
"This is Dr. Lu, who saved Vice Mayor Ji a few days ago," Zhou Qihua introduced.
"Dr. Lu, I’ve long admired your na," Ma Xiaoyi warmly greeted, not underestimating him because of his age.
To perform ergency rescue with traditional Chinese dicine and snatch soone from the grasp of King Yama—few could possess such skills.
And considering the situation, Zhou Qihua had thought of him first, which ant that across the nation, few people could be found like him.
Ma Xiaoyi dared not look down on Lu Xuan just because he was young.
To put it bluntly, although Lu Xuan wasn’t yet a chief physician, it was only a matter of ti. He just needed the right ti to co, and saving that particular person allowed him great freedom in Yong City.
To be connected with such a traditional Chinese dicine giant, Ma Xiaoyi felt genuine happiness.
After greeting Ma Xiaoyi, Lu Xuan approached the patient, Fan Qi, and felt his pulse. Then he shook his head, "There’s no pulse anymore. If we had co in earlier, maybe acupuncture could have kept him going, but now, he’s gone."
With heart failure due to pulmonary heart disease, respiratory failure, and combined cerebral symptoms, he was already at death’s door. Now, because the patient’s father delayed too long, the patient’s vitality is gone.
After assessing the situation, Lu Xuan then left the ergency room with Zhou Qihua and Ma Xiaoyi.
"Director Ma, Director Zhou, Dr. Lu, how is my brother?"
Seeing the three co out, Fan Qiyun hurriedly approached, her eyes filled with anxiety when looking at them.
Zhou Qihua shook his head, "My condolences."
Ma Xiaoyi stepped forward and patted Fan Qiyun on the shoulder, opened his mouth but said nothing, only sighed helplessly. A life that once had a chance to be saved was lost because of a farce, making Ma Xiaoyi feel equally at a loss.
Fan Qiyun turned pale and nearly lost her balance.
And the actions and words of the two effectively announced Fan Qi’s death.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Fan froze but then suddenly turned to Fan Zhen, tugging forcefully at his clothes, "Fan Zhen... even a tiger doesn’t eat its cubs! You killed your own son with your own hands. Give back my son! Give back my son!"
"Why didn’t you let sign?"
"Why?"
"Why didn’t you want to pay? You have money, don’t you? Over the years, our daughter gave you hundreds of thousands. Why didn’t you take it out?"
Mrs. Fan kept shoving Fan Zhen.
Fan Zhen, eyes reddening, looked at Fan Qiyun, "It was you, you who killed my son, it was you who killed your brother! It’s all your fault, you wicked woman!"
Fan Qiyun said nothing.
As Fan Qiyun’s superior, Ma Xiaoyi couldn’t listen anymore, saying angrily, "Do we need to say anymore about who killed their own son? As a father, do you have any sha pushing all the bla onto your daughter?
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