DS Hospital, the critically ill patient was pushed into the emergency room. The principal, Vice Principal, and the chief physicians of each department were all lined up to prepare. Being able to continue to fight in such a big wave of public opinion, it could be seen that the patient's identity and background had a lot of origins. Little nurse, who was at the nurse station, was sent over and shook his head when he returned. He only remembered that there was a middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic standing outside the ward. He looked like an official.

"A few Director joined the battle and barely managed to rescue them." The nurse came back with a vivid description.

Head Nurse Xu looked at the notebook. It was a cardiogenic heart disease that was sent to the hospital for treatment. The patient was only a junior, had a history of other illnesses, took antibiotics for a long time, and had no way to clear the blocked blood vessels through surgery. Several chief physicians waited in the ward until they had safely passed the critical period before returning to their offices to discuss the treatment plan.

"None of us are authoritative in this regard." The director frowned, unable to understand why DS Hospital was so unlucky.

Normally, it wasn't a very cautious thing to take care of the families of high-ranking officials, but now, countless pairs of eyes in society were watching their every move closely. If they left the process slightly, they would be posted on the Internet and become the target of public criticism again.

DS Hospital cannot withstand another storm of public opinion.

"I seem to have read an academic paper somewhere about how to clear the blockage of blood vessels in heart disease by using traditional Chinese medicine, and how to remove the blockage by combining acupuncture and moxibustion." Surgeon Director suddenly said.

Unable to recall where they had come from, a group of old men over half a century old lit up their lights, wore presbyopic glasses, and looked through their computers and all sorts of information. This patient definitely had to think of a way to treat him, otherwise … he would have caused a lot of trouble. On the surface, the officials did not have any privileges, but in private, many things and hospital approvals had to go through him. Thinking of this, the hands that were flipping through the information began to speed up.

"I found it!" A doctor who was about to faint suddenly said.

The old men put on their glasses and immediately leaned over to the computer. They looked at the practicable paper and said, "Quickly see which hospital's doctor it is. We can hire him with a large sum of money and ask her to help guide us …" The director pushed the glasses and urged.

Slowly down the mouse, when they saw the name of the doctor, everyone took a deep breath.

"Why her?" The Principal looked at Wu Yang's name with a somewhat embarrassed expression. After all, she had just suspended Wu Yang from work at home, and now she had to trouble her again. No one could easily lose face and ask for help. After looking at each other for a long time, surgeon Director said, "No matter what, tell Doctor Wu that she is the only one currently studying this technique in the country. In other words, the only possibility of recovery is in her hands."

Even without the consideration of officials, they must do their best to treat every patient who has a chance of surviving.

In the middle of the night, Wu Yang heard the phone on the bedside table buzzing. He reached out and grabbed it. Looking at the unfamiliar landline number, he picked it up and put it beside his ear and said in a daze, "Hello?" Originally, Wu Yang was still a little sleepy, but after hearing Director's voice, he immediately got up and turned on the light.

The dazzling lights made her a little uncomfortable, "You say, it's convenient for me."

"Here's the thing" Under the watchful eyes of the director and Director, Vice Principal gave a brief introduction of the patient's condition.

Wu Yang frowned. He hesitated for a moment and walked into the living room in his pajamas. He looked for the angle of the white background wall. He looked at his swollen face and grabbed a glasses frame to cover it. He said, "Can you show me the CT scans and the current cases?" As a doctor, listening and asking is the most basic thing. Wu Yang couldn't go to the hospital to examine the patient's body personally. He had to look at the film to understand it.

On the other side of the video phone, Director held up his phone and took turns to rub his aching arm in ten minutes.

"From the current film, the condition is not particularly serious. If acupuncture is used, it is possible to recover and discharge from the body." Wu Yang nodded. Director's eyes lit up, and a stone finally landed in their hearts. "We all know that the current situation is a little difficult for you, but suddenly, can you go back to the hospital to help with the treatment?" He said with a hint of guilt.

Director probed. After all, they all knew Wu Yang's personality.

"Not yet." "Doctor Wu, I know you have some complaints about our hospital, but as a doctor, can you put these aside for now?" Wu Yang refused. The director's face was a little embarrassed as well, and he couldn't help but say, "Doctor Wu, I know you have complaints about our hospital, but as a doctor, can you put these aside for now?"

Wu Yang was also stunned for a moment when he heard this. He shook his head and said indifferently, "It's not that I won't help you, but this academic report and research direction were submitted by me three years ago." Over the years, I have never dabbled in the field of Chinese medicine. If I rashly take action to treat it, I'm afraid it will backfire and cause unnecessary repetition to the patients. Since she's already in the hospital, she probably won't continue to deteriorate. "

"Give me three days. When I'm confident, I'll naturally treat her." After Wu Yang finished speaking, the faces of the people in the office revealed a look of shame.

It seemed that they were using their petty hearts to save a gentleman's belly. Thousands of words of thanks to Wu Yang, hurriedly hanging up the video phone, "But how should we tell Chen Bu to let Doctor Wu treat them?" One question after another.

Facing Wu Yang, who was "famous outside", it was still a thorny question whether Minister Chen could trust her and ask her to treat her daughter.

"Sister Yang, where are you going?" Just as Wu Yang was about to leave, he suddenly saw Yan Lang open the door. Almost at the same time, Wen Zhan, who was in the next room, also appeared. He grabbed his coat and didn't ask anything else. He said, "I'll accompany you."

Are these two people not sleeping in the bedroom, leaning against the door to eavesdrop on her movements?

Wu Yang knitted his eyebrows and looked at the two strangely. However, he did not stop them. He only said indifferently, "I'm going home to get something. If you guys want to follow me …" Yan Lang was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes, but she still managed to keep her spirits up.

Late at night in the taxi, the driver's master looked at the three people with strange expressions and complicated relationships. He couldn't help but look back again and again.

It could really be included in his annual adventure. When they arrived at the door of the apartment, Wen Zhan and Yan Lang had a tacit understanding to protect Wu Yang behind them. They walked to the door like Special Agent 007. There was no danger other than the repainting of the wall.

"Who would stand guard at my door every day? I'm not some evil sinner." Wu Yang rolled his eyes and was puzzled by their actions.