Chapter 3

"Quickly put the child on the hospital bed and start emergency treatment."

Hearing that it was a matter instructed by the head of the city health bureau, Xie Haitao did not dare to be the slightest bit negligent and had the middle-aged man place the little boy on the ICU bed.

Seeing the little boy's ashen face, rapid breathing, and unconscious state, the situation was very serious, and Ye Bufan did not say much more.

The matter of the medicine fees would be resolved sooner or later, so there was no need to rush.

While examining the little boy, Xie Haitao asked, "How did the child get sick?"

The middle-aged man said, "My son was fine when he got out of school, but after a while, he said he felt unwell, and soon he had a high fever. Then he fell into a coma."

After the examination, Xie Haitao said, "Don't worry, it's just a common cold, but the fever is quite severe. I'll give him some antipyretics, and he'll be fine soon."

Since he didn't know the relationship between the man and Director Zhou, he spoke very politely.

The middle-aged man sighed with relief, "That's great, thank you, Doctor."

Xie Haitao took the antipyretic prepared by Zhang Xiaoman and was about to inject it into the little boy.

Ye Bufan shook his head and said, "He's not just having a cold. Using antipyretics will worsen his condition."

"What do you know? Are you the doctor or am I? Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

Just having been exposed for his despicable actions, Xie Haitao was already seething with anger, and he immediately vented it.

After saying that, he picked up the syringe and personally injected the antipyretic into the little boy.

As time passed, the little boy's face gradually regained some color, and his pain seemed to have lessened.

Xie Haitao said smugly, "See? I told you it was just a common cold, nothing to worry about."

The middle-aged man sighed with relief and nodded, "Yes, yes, Doctor Xie, you are indeed a skilled chief physician."

But at that moment, the little boy's young face suddenly contorted, his limbs began to convulse, and he started foaming at the mouth. The instruments at the head of the bed emitted a shrill alarm.

His blood pressure dropped, and his heart rate rapidly slowed, indicating he was in grave danger.

The middle-aged man immediately panicked and shouted, "Doctor, what's happening? What's wrong with my son?"

Xie Haitao was also startled. According to his diagnosis, the little boy just had a common cold. How could this happen?

The middle-aged man anxiously shouted, "Doctor, do something quickly! He's my only son!"

"I..."

Xie Haitao was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

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He had no idea what was going on, how could he do anything?

Seeing the little boy's condition worsening, the middle-aged man angrily roared, "You quack, if anything happens to my son, I'll make you pay with your life!"

"I'll take care of it."

Ye Bufan, having inherited the ancient medical techniques, could not stand by and watch someone die.

He came to the bedside and said, "I told you, you got it wrong. This isn't a cold, it's poisoning."

He then took out the silver needles from his pocket and inserted them one by one into the little boy's chest acupoints.

"What are you doing?" Xie Haitao was about to stop him but suddenly hesitated and said, "Interfering with my treatment will make you responsible for any consequences!"

Seeing the little boy about to die, if he really caused a death, he would not only lose his position as chief physician but might also end up in jail.

But now, he could shift the blame.

Ye Bufan ignored him and continued to treat the little boy with the needles.

If one observed closely, the needle tails would tremble slightly after being inserted into the acupoints, as if some force was making them vibrate continuously.

The middle-aged man asked, "Is this person also a doctor in the emergency room?"

Xie Haitao said, "He's not a doctor, just a family member of a patient. I could have treated this illness, but now that he's messed it up, it's not my responsibility anymore."

The middle-aged man immediately jumped up, "What right does a family member have to treat my son..."

He was about to attack but suddenly noticed that the little boy's convulsions had stopped, the foaming at the mouth had ceased, his face was gradually turning rosy, and the monitoring instruments had returned to normal.

"What... What's happening?"

Everyone was stunned, especially Xie Haitao, who thought Ye Bufan had cured Ouyang Lan by chance, but now he had also saved this little boy.

Regardless, no one had died, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The middle-aged man asked, "Little Divine Doctor, what was wrong with my son?"

Ye Bufan said, "He was infected with a certain virus. Has he recently come into contact with anything unclean, like rats or other animals carrying a lot of bacteria?"

The middle-aged man said, "I don't think so. He hasn't gone out today, he's been at school all day."

Seeing that the time was right, Ye Bufan took out another silver needle and pricked the little boy's two index fingers, squeezing out two drops of black blood and dropping them into the trash can.

Then he retrieved all the needles, and the little boy opened his eyes and sat up on the bed, looking around in confusion.

Seeing his son awake, the middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise, "Divine Doctor, truly a Divine Doctor!"

Ye Bufan said, "I've drained the toxic blood. When you get home, have him drink some mung bean water, and he'll be completely fine. In the future, don't let him come into contact with unclean wild animals."

"Little Divine Doctor, thank you for saving my son!" The middle-aged man took out two stacks of hundred-yuan bills and stuffed them into Ye Bufan's hand, "Little Divine Doctor, thank you!"

Ye Bufan accepted the money without hesitation and handed it to Ouyang Lan.

This was the rule of the ancient medical school: the fee was based on the patient's willingness. Even if the patient offered a mountain of gold, it wouldn't be too much, and even if they gave nothing, it wouldn't be too little.

Ouyang Lan was still in shock. How did her son become a Divine Doctor after she got sick? And he had earned so much money in the blink of an eye.

The middle-aged man picked up the little boy and turned to spit at Xie Haitao, "Quack, you call yourself a chief physician? Nonsense!"

Xie Haitao was both angry and frustrated, looking at Ye Bufan and shouting, "Are you a doctor? Who gave you permission to treat patients?"

"Shouldn't you be thanking me?" Ye Bufan said, "Someone with no medical ethics or skills like you doesn't deserve to be a doctor."

"Mind your own business. You're practicing medicine illegally. Do you think I won't report you to the police?"

Just as Xie Haitao was speaking, the city health bureau director Zhou Yongliang and the Jiangnan Hospital president Ma Haidong walked in.

Seeing the leaders, he whispered threateningly, "Kid, keep your mouth shut. Practicing medicine illegally is a serious crime, you could spend five to six years in jail. I'll take the blame for you."

Then he ran over with a fawning smile, "Director Zhou, President Ma, the two leaders are here."

Zhou Yongliang asked, "Where is the patient I instructed you to take care of? Has he arrived?"

Xie Haitao said, "The feverish child you mentioned? I've already cured him, and he just left."

He felt relieved, thinking that the little boy's father hadn't directly spoken to Director Zhou, which made things easier to handle.

Zhou Yongliang asked in surprise, "You cured him?"

He knew Xie Haitao, and in his memory, he was just an ordinary chief physician with no exceptional medical skills.

"Yes, Director Zhou, I cured him."

While saying this, Xie Haitao gave Ye Bufan a warning look.

Seeing how shameless this guy was, Ye Bufan was about to expose him but was stopped by Ouyang Lan.

She knew her son didn't have a medical license, and if he ended up in the police station, it would be troublesome.