262: Chapter 257: Typical Psychosis 262: Chapter 257: Typical Psychosis The two junior police officers were also very saddened.
Wang Ke’er was not only their senior at the police academy but also their guide in the field of law enforcent.
Rembering how Wang Ke’er had cared for and guided them, they felt a deep sorrow in their hearts and silently swore to themselves that no matter how difficult the case might be, they would bring the assailant to justice.
After pondering for a mont, Ye Tian concluded, “The person who could take down Wang Ke’er in 30 seconds is definitely a master!”
However, there was one thing he still could not deduce: whether the attacker’s intention was to injure or to kill.
“If the goal were to kill, then their skill is clearly not sufficient.
Their martial arts have not reached maturity, which led to Ke’er falling into a coma rather than dying on the spot.
This shows that the person’s martial arts have not yet been perfected.”
The next possibility that occurred to Ye Tian made his gaze turn icy, as he began to consider it with unprecedented seriousness.
“If their intention was rely to injure, executing their strike with the intention of sparing Ke’er’s life, then mastering the force used is key.
A fraction too much, and Ke’er would have died; a fraction too little, and the effect of unconsciousness wouldn’t have been achieved.
To asure the force so perfectly, this person is definitely a master among masters!”
If the actual situation was not the first but the second, then this person was terrifying.
If Wang Ke’er had truly provoked such a being, then indeed she deserved Ye Tian’s serious attention.
Soone with such martial prowess was a daunting presence wherever they went, and even Ye Tian, battle-hardened as he was, would have to approach them with extre caution.
Since the King of Hell’s death, few people in the world could command such regard from Ye Tian.
If it really was the second scenario, then the assailant could be proud.
It would have been both their fortune and misfortune, for those taken seriously by Ye Tian were dood without exception.
Reality was laid out before him, and there was still much to be done.
Ye Tian was not a master detective, and had to rely on his comrades in the police force.
He spoke earnestly to the junior officers and asked them to quickly find the assailant.
The officers expressed their commitnt on the spot; in fact, even if Ye Tian hadn’t said anything, they would have worked tirelessly on the case.
Wang Ke’er was the squadron leader in the police departnt.
If even the squadron leader could be targeted, what would that say about the public security system’s reputation?
The incident involving Wang Ke’er’s injury was personally ordered by the city bureau chief to be treated with utmost importance.
Under such imnse pressure, all officers were exceptionally vigilant.
The mont any valuable clue surfaced, imdiate action would follow.
“I hope our master will have divine protection and wake up soon.
Only if she sees the assailant’s face will we be able to cast our net earlier to catch them,” prayed one junior police officer in his heart.
Ye Tian was sowhat disheartened and sighed as he stepped back into the intensive care unit.
These last few days had been marked by misfortune, reaching what could be described as a low point in his life.
First, he was stabbed by a female assassin, then Liu Fei’er narrowly escaped a malicious attack in the hospital, followed by Wang Bingbing almost having her tongue cut off and sold to Africa.
It seed as if bad luck was constantly swirling around Ye Tian; everyone connected to him faced tragedy, including Yun Xinyan who was strategizing behind the scenes, as her company faced problems as well.
Now, even Wang Ke’er, who worked within governnt bodies, lay injured and comatose, turned into a vegetative state.
In the unseen realm, it appeared as though an invisible hand was manipulating everything behind the scenes, disturbing the peace of Ye Tian’s life and causing misfortune to everyone related to him, one after another.
Having navigated the dark world for many years, Ye Tian had a sharp instinct for crisis.
He could already determine that Wang Ke’er’s injury and coma were part of a series of events, and a greater crisis was brewing, directly targeting him.
As for the identity of the person behind the scenes, Ye Tian already had suspects in mind but lacked sufficient evidence to confirm it conclusively.
He said no more; it was ti to check on Wang Ke’er.
Her condition was what concerned Ye Tian the most.
Matters of investigation and revenge could wait for later consideration.
Ye Tian entered the intensive care unit once more and heard the endless talk of Director Fang, who asserted with absolute certainty, “Based on the current symptoms, it is very unlikely for the patient to regain consciousness.
Unless a miracle occurs, she might remain comatose until her life ends.”
“Bullshit!” Ye Tian, in a foul mood, swore outright.
“Say one more word about our Ke’er being a vegetable, and see if I don’t throw you out!”
Director Fang, seeing Ye Tian’s furious return, was slightly panicked, but then he rembered his position in the hospital as the head of neurosurgery and his many students surrounding him.
There was nothing much to fear.
If this hot-tempered young man really beca violent, he would simply call the police.
“Family mber of the patient, I can understand your feelings, but please speak politely.
Furthermore, this is the intensive care unit.
If you truly care about the patient, please leave imdiately.
We do not welco you here!” Director Fang’s words were well-known but also indifferent.
Ye Tian couldn’t be bothered with him, snorted through his nose, and squeezed a word through his teeth: “Quack!”
“You…” Director Fang was almost choking with anger, this young man was far too impolite.
Ye Tian pushed aside Director Fang, silently made his way to Wang Ke’er’s bedside, first examined the whites of her eyes, then observed her complexion.
Wang Ke’er lay quietly, as if asleep, and when Ye Tian moved her body, she was completely unaware.
Traditional Chinese dicine, with a thousand years of inheritance, ancient and mysterious, always had the thod of listening, inquiring, and pulse-taking.
When Ye Tian examined Wang Ke’er earlier, he had already noticed sothing, but he still dared not confirm it.
Following that, he rolled up Wang Ke’er’s sleeves and silently took her pulse to make a further diagnosis.
Seeing Ye Tian’s actions, the doctors in lab coats in the room frowned.
They were all doctors graduated from dical school, all holding dical licenses, and they could tell that what Ye Tian practiced was Chinese dicine.
“What is he doing, is that taking the pulse?
Could he be excessively grief-stricken?
He seems to have a ntal problem.
Should we pull him away?” the female doctor murmured softly.
“I think he’s gone mad, taking the pulse of a plant person, isn’t that a joke?” a male doctor chuckled coldly.
“Stop ssing around, will you?
The director is making rounds here.
Even if you’ve learned a bit of Chinese dicine, what’s the use?
The director just said she’s in a vegetative state and won’t wake up.
Stop wasting your effort, okay?” a tall doctor said impatiently.
Seeing Ye Tian’s actions, all the doctors scoffed, cursing this guy for showing off in front of experts.
The young doctors involuntarily looked at Director Fang, only to see him frowning in silence, seemingly displeased.
Director Fang was silent for a long ti until he saw Ye Tian take out silver needles, apparently about to perform acupuncture on the patient, and he finally could stand it no longer.
Wang Ke’er was a model of the public security system, an individual under key attention of the municipal governnt.
As Wang Ke’er’s chief physician, he was responsible for the life and health of the patient, and he could not allow this young man to ss around.
“Stop right there!” Director Fang said sternly, “Stop him for at once.
We absolutely cannot let him ss around.
He must be excessively grief-stricken.
We can’t let him do anything stupid.”
Upon Director Fang’s words, all the doctors in lab coats sprang into action, firmly preventing Ye Tian from administering the acupuncture, telling him that without a dical license, if a death occurred, he’d be going to prison.
Ye Tian’s eyebrows knitted tightly, and he said with evident anger, “All of you step aside!
If you delay my treatnt for Ke’er, can you bear the responsibility?”
Seeing his fierce and grim appearance, everyone felt fear in their hearts, recalling the descriptions of psychotic episodes they had learned in psychiatry class, which eerily resembled his current state.
Director Fang was stubborn to a fault and refused to let Ye Tian perform acupuncture on the patient.
Flanked by the doctors in lab coats, they surrounded Ye Tian, leaving him helpless.
He couldn’t just knock out these doctors with a punch—after all, they ant well, having mistaken him for soone with a ntal illness.
Earlier, Ye Tian had thoroughly examined Wang Ke’er, and based on the frequency and amplitude of her pulse, Ye Tian could tell that she had suffered an extrely severe concussion.
The fierce blows to the head had caused intracranial bleeding, resulting in very serious brain damage.
What caused her comatose state was a clot that had blocked her cerebral blood vessels.
After diagnosing these issues, Ye Tian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Director Fang was right: Wang Ke’er had indeed beco a “plant person,” but her condition differed from brain death.
If the blockage in her cerebral blood vessels could be cleared in ti and the clot treated, there was a great chance that Wang Ke’er could wake up.
Wang Ke’er’s condition had dragged on for over ten hours, and the area of her blood clot had increasingly grown.
If it got too large, even Ye Tian would be powerless, and then it really would be brain death.
Ti was of the essence, and saving her was crucial.
Ye Tian didn’t want to waste words with these incompetent doctors.
“I’m telling you all again, I am Ke’er’s boyfriend, and I would never harm her.
I’m here to save her.
Can’t you see that?” Ye Tian’s throat was dry from repeating himself.
“I’ve studied dicine for ten years, researched ‘Bian Que’s Treatises,’ and have always aid to cure the disease with dicine.
This kind of illness must be treated promptly, or it will be too late!”
“Everyone, take a look,” Director Fang told his students, “this is a typical delusional type ntal illness symptom.
He has developed a ntal problem, fantasizing himself as a descendant of Bian Que.
Who could believe such talk.”
Ye Tian was so angry he nearly went mad, wishing he could throw them all down from the building.
Director Fang added, “Even if you are the patient’s boyfriend, that’s not enough.
A boyfriend is not a family mber, and without the family’s signature, no one can take on this responsibility.”
Ye Tian was frantic by now, exerting a bit of force in his hands, and with the power of Tai Chi Cotton Palm, he pushed all the doctors in lab coats away, sending seven or eight people tumbling down.
The fifty-sothing Director Fang was thrown completely off-balance, his reading glasses cracking like a spiderweb.
The old doctor was still highly professional—you had to respect that—as he put on his damaged glasses again to stop Ye Tian from administering the acupuncture.
Those trained in Western dicine all considered themselves as specialists and scholars, looking down on Chinese dicine that involved herbal teas and soups.
Director Fang, being the head of the First Hospital and a senior professor at the dical university, was among the most disdainful of Chinese dicine.
He believed it was useless for anything serious, treating a cold or fever might be manageable, but faced with sothing as minor as appendicitis, they were helpless.
To him, such folk redies could hardly cure anything serious.
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