Chapter 92

Beiyin Yao stood up helplessly, "Let's go!"

Qian Guorui held the hand-drawn waveform diagram and was stunned for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said, "Neither a genius nor a madman can describe him." After saying this, he looked at the dozen or so people in front of him, "I know you are all very不服气 (unwilling to accept it), but in front of Yang Luo, you can only be his students. I am not belittling you to elevate Yang Luo. You should know the finger pressure heart resuscitation technique. A few days ago, right here in our hospital, Yang Luo successfully performed this surgery on a female police officer who had been shot and whose heart had stopped. He brought her back from the brink of death."

"Wow!" Everyone took a deep breath, none of them could believe that someone so young as Yang Luo could achieve such a feat in medicine. But they knew Qian Guorui would not lie to them.

Qian Guorui continued, "Do you remember the high-level heart transplant surgery I showed you a year ago?" He paused, "You are all experts in cardiology, and when you saw that video, didn't you feel a huge gap between you and the surgeon? The entire surgery took less than two hours, setting a world record. Due to the short surgery time and minimal blood loss, it also created a miracle—no external blood plasma was needed."

The middle-aged man said, "I admit that Yang Luo is indeed more skilled in some areas, but what does this have to do with him?"

Just as Qian Guorui was about to speak, someone suddenly said, "Could that Chinese Yang be Yang Luo?"

"Yes! He is Yang Luo."

The ward was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear each other's heartbeats. Even Ouyang Hao listened quietly, though he didn't understand these things. As a patient, he felt very lucky to have such a world-renowned doctor treating him.

Qian Guorui didn't say anything more. He turned and walked to the ECG machine, observing it carefully.

The dozen or so people looked at each other, then gathered behind Qian Guorui to look at the ECG. Only the middle-aged man stood in place, his face changing as he thought about something.

"Dear, how are you feeling?" Yang Luo asked as he entered Wang Tong's ward.

Wang Tong's face showed a faint smile, and she said weakly, "Thank you."

Yang Luo shook his head, "What are you thanking me for?"

"Doctor Qian already told me when I woke up," Wang Tong said.

Yang Luo chuckled and grabbed Wang Tong's hand, "Don't forget, you are my wife. You won't be able to escape from my hands for the rest of your life."

After this brush with life and death, Wang Tong suddenly realized that the lecherous man looking at her had already entered her life. Just as he said, she wouldn't be able to escape from this rascal for the rest of her life, and she didn't want to escape.

Feeling the warmth from Yang Luo's broad and strong hand, Wang Tong didn't pull away as she used to. Her eyes were filled with deep affection.

"Yang Luo! Do you really love me?"

Yang Luo didn't notice the unusual look in Wang Tong's eyes and chuckled, "Who doesn't love a beautiful woman?"

Wang Tong felt a bit helpless. She didn't know how she had unconsciously fallen for this rogue.