The Strongest Face-S Chapter 222 - 222 222 I'm Just Going to Beat You Up

??222: Chapter 222: I’m Just Going to Beat You Up

222: Chapter 222: I’m Just Going to Beat You Up

Hospital, ICU intensive care unit, a group of doctors were incredibly busy.

Ning Yuan’s face was somber as he looked at the X-ray in his hand, his eyes flickering with astonishnt.

He had returned to the hospital with Xu Qi, and the mont the examination results ca out, he was completely shocked.

There were no foreign objects left in the body, the wound was very small, and even his teacher, no, no doctor, under the circumstance of having only a scalpel and tweezers, could have managed to remove the shrapnel, let alone stop the bleeding and avoid other issues.

Every ti during surgery, who the hell wasn’t followed by various equipnt, fearing to accidentally cut a blood vessel or sothing.

Yet that kid, relying rely on simple dical equipnt, had perfectly perford the surgery on his own, and he really couldn’t imagine how Zhang Fan had managed to do it.

“Make way, make way!”

The SWAT team growled lowly.

They couldn’t afford even the slightest delay, as it involved the life of their brother.

Other people in the hospital were deeply shaken by the urgency of the SWAT team.

My God, what exactly happened today?

Several SWAT mbers had already been sent into the ICU.

Zhang Fan, who was standing at the entrance of the ICU, imdiately asked, “How is it going?

Is Xu Qi out of danger?”

Seeing Zhang Fan, Hua Ling and the others also beca excited.

“He’s out of danger.”

“That’s good,” Zhang Fan also breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, there was a long distance from the highway to the hospital, and if it wasn’t absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t have chosen to perform the surgery himself, especially since there were no facilities like blood or various dications available there.

“Salute!” Suddenly, Hua Ling roared, and imdiately, seven people’s expressions beca solemn as they gave a military salute to Zhang Fan.

“The debt of saving a life, forever engraved in our hearts.” The voice of eight n bood, resonating throughout the hospital.

Solemn, stern, like the oath they took under the military flag.

To live and die together!

Zhang Fan took a deep breath and nodded heavily, deeply moved by the intense atmosphere.

Actually, he wanted to return a military salute, but then rembered that he was still a student, and had to accept Hua Ling and the others’ gratitude with a nod instead.

Zhang Fan turned around, then abruptly walked towards the ICU room; this guy urgently needed a blood transfusion.

The wound also needed further treatnt.

“No entry!” Two doctors blocked the door.

“Don’t you see there’s a patient here?” Zhang Fan shouted angrily.

The other SWAT mbers imdiately aid their guns.

“Glug!”

The two doctors swallowed hard before speaking in a low voice, “They are performing surgery inside, and we can’t disturb them.”

“Is there another surgery room available?” Zhang Fan asked.

“There is, but…”

“But nothing, lead the way.” One person roared in anger, especially seeing his teammate still bleeding, he almost wanted to draw his gun.

“Yes, yes, yes.” The two, terrified by the nacing submachine guns, hurriedly led Zhang Fan and the others upstairs.

Soon, Zhang Fan and his group arrived at the surgery room.

“Gently, put him up here,” Zhang Fan instructed.

Imdiately, the injured person was carried into the surgery room.

“What’s his blood type?” Zhang Fan asked.

“Type O!”

“OK, you, go grab two bags of type O blood, and these…” Zhang Fan quickly took a paper, writing down a long list of dical supplies.

The doctor hesitated, “Only the lead surgeon can order these things.”

Zhang Fan was in no mood to bicker with them, and imdiately said to one person, “Go get the stuff from them.

If you don’t hurry, your brother will go into hypovolemic shock.”

Suddenly, the pupils of several people in the room turned bloodshot.

One person, holding a gun, fixed it on soone.

“I don’t want to waste ti.”

“I’ll go get it now!” The expressions of two doctors changed dramatically and they quickly headed towards the door.

Soon, the items Zhang Fan requested arrived.

Zhang Fan didn’t dawdle and, following the System’s instructions, quickly got busy.

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Fan finally sighed in relief.

“Move him to the ward,” Zhang Fan said as he removed his gloves and continuously wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This surgery had left his back completely drenched.

Arterial suturing, wound managent, blood transfusion, and so on.

Looking at his teammate whose complexion was pale but breathing had stabilized, the others also sighed in relief.

“Salute!”

The solemn manner of giving thanks pumped up Zhang Fan’s blood as well.

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing.

The injury you all sustained was in the line of duty.

I just did what I had to do,” Zhang Fan said with a smile.

“Us?

Wait, aren’t you a SWAT officer?” several people asked, eyes wide.

Zhang Fan waved his hand, “I’m just a senior high school student.”

“What?” The SWAT officers’ eyes bulged in disbelief.

Damn, a student?

Fuck, a student who could face a group of fully ard thugs without flinching?

Even more, this guy had knocked out a group under rocket and gunfire?

Fuck, could this even be believable?

And he’d even saved a critically injured teammate, damn, are students these days so extraordinary?

Suddenly, the group felt overwhelmingly ashad; they’d been living a dog’s life for decades.

Just then, the door was kicked open.

“You, what are you doing?

Is the operating room a place you can just walk into?

Think you’re sothing special because you’re SWAT?

Thinking you can just threaten us doctors with guns?” a middle-aged man with glasses and a mostly bald head yelled angrily.

“Click, click, click!”

The SWAT officers, without a word, cocked their guns and aid them neatly at the man.

A glint of murderous intent appeared in their eyes.

“Wake my brother and I’ll certainly put a hole in you,” one of them said sternly.

“Fuck, think you’re sothing special because you’re SWAT, huh?

Co on, try touching , I dare you, and I swear I won’t sue you,” Wu Lin stepped forward, neck craned defiantly.

He was the director of drug managent at the hospital.

When he heard that so were using guns to force doctors to dispense drugs, his anger flared instantly.

Fuck, everything in this hospital was ticulously recorded.

Any missing item would co out of his own pocket.

And this ti the items were valuable, worth tens of thousands; he couldn’t afford to compensate for that.

Just soldiers, huh?

“Let

handle this.” Zhang Fan walked over and pulled Wu Lin out.

The mont they stepped out of the operating room, Zhang Fan punched Wu Lin straight in the face.

“What are you yelling for, huh?

Think you’re sothing special because you’re loud?

What’s wrong with being a soldier, did they offend you?

If it weren’t for these people, could you stand here so arrogantly?” Zhang Fan said sternly, then reached out, wrapped his hand around Wu Lin’s neck, and clamped his head under his armpit.

“I’m not a SWAT officer, I can hit you anyway, go ahead and sue ,” Zhang Fan said, then punched Wu Lin in the stomach.