Zhang Feng was in danger, and he called the prison to warn him of the situation. Soon, the prison guards carried Zhao Qiang away on a stretcher and drove him to the car directly to the hospital.
Afterwards, Zhang Feng asked to call and contacted Cui Baocheng, asking him to take himself out of the detention center and go to the hospital.
"Zhang Feng, what is going on, someone poisoned?"
Cui Baocheng took Zhang Feng into the police car and asked Zhang Feng while driving.
"Yes, I suspect that the target of the poisoning person is me. Zhao Qiang ate the food in my bowl, so he was poisoned. There must be a problem with that bowl of rice!" Zhang Feng's face was sullen. anger.
"Calm down first, don't make matters worse!"
Cui Baocheng warned for a while, and then offered comfort: "I have arranged a team to intervene in the investigation, and I believe it will soon be possible to find clues."
Zhang Feng nodded and stopped speaking.
Cui Baocheng didn't speak anymore, and drove to the city's second hospital as quickly as possible. After some inquiries, the two went to the emergency room.
"Miss nurse, I need to join first aid, you can't save Zhao Qiang!" Zhang Feng stopped a nurse who hurried out and said.
"Sir, if you want to save your friend, then don't delay me to get the plasma!" The nurse wore a mask and showed only a pair of bright big eyes. She glared at Zhang Feng and was about to go on a detour.
The little nurse looked young but was very tough. Seeing Zhang Feng stopped him again, she pushed him against Zhang Feng's chest.
"Don't delay me saving people!"
After speaking, he took small steps and walked quickly.
In the hospital, no matter how anxious nurses are, they will not run around. This is common sense.
Zhang Feng had no choice but to stand at the door, with a javelin-like figure, but his mind was very confused.
"Do you really have a way to save Zhao Qiang?" Cui Baocheng stepped forward and asked.
Hearing this, Zhang Feng turned around and said in a deep voice, "There is no way to save him, but I can use my true energy to stabilize Zhao Qiang's heart and ensure that his heart keeps beating."
Cui Baocheng asked again: "Are you sure?"
"Of course!" Zhang Feng looked solemn.
Then Cui Baocheng took out his mobile phone and contacted the hospital director directly. Because of the case handling, the wounded were often given first aid. The police had a lot of contact with the second hospital and knew the director.
Not long, one face
Rong Cixiang, the gray-haired old man rushed to the emergency room with a few people.
"Old Cui, who is inside, important witness?" the old man asked.
Cui Baocheng had no time to explain, and took Zhang Feng’s hand and said, “This is Dean Chen. He is Zhang Feng. The people inside... are very important. He has a way to stabilize the patient’s condition. Please do me a favor and let him Take first aid."
Dean Chen did not immediately agree. He took a few people to the emergency room, and through the large observation window and intercom system, he asked about it. After learning about the patient's condition, he turned to face Zhang Feng.
"The patient is deeply poisoned, the source of the poison is unknown, and the patient's vital signs fluctuate greatly. The emergency team can only use the blood circulation method to filter the blood..."
Zhang Feng understands all these things and said in a deep voice, "I have the qualifications of practicing Chinese medicine, so you can rest assured!"
Upon hearing this, Dean Chen was a little relieved. He was worried that Zhang Feng was not qualified to practice medicine before, so he rashly asked him to join the rescue, and he couldn't bear the trouble afterwards.
"Such the best, you can go in..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Feng was gone, and the old man who got him was stunned.
"What about others?" Dean Chen returned to his senses and asked Cui Baocheng with a horrified expression on his face.
Cui Baocheng forced a smile and pointed his finger at the observation window.
Dean Chen looked back and saw that Zhang Feng roughly pushed the two doctors away, picked up a few needles, and stuck them on the patient...
"My goodness!"
With a cry of exclamation, the old man fell backwards, thanks to Cui Baocheng's quick reaction that he was able to hold him.
"Dean Chen, don't be nervous, Zhang Feng is a legendary warrior, the kind with internal strength, so the speed is very fast, ordinary people can't see it." Cui Baocheng explained dryly.
Dean Chen took a few deep breaths before he was relieved, stood firm, and stared at the rescue.
"Who are you?"
The doctor who was pushed aside just now fell to the ground without standing still, he got up and yelled at Zhang Feng.
"Savior, you continue, I will guarantee his heartbeat!" Zhang Feng did not turn his head back, squatted down and stomped, pinching Zhao Qiang's wrist to explore the pulse, his brows were not stretched, but at this time it was even more at the center of his brows. Needle-shaped lines are left.
The doctor was ignored by Zhang Feng, so angry that he jumped his feet, yelling to call the security guard, and ran to the outer locker room in two steps and made a call.
Dean Chen appeared in time and stopped him.
"Xiao Sun, the TCM expert hired temporarily, has a temper a little bit, don't mind."
The doctor who ran out was named Sun Youpeng. After listening to the dean's explanation, of course he didn't dare to get angry, but he hated Zhang Feng in his heart.
"Dean, that expert looks very young, what's his name, is it amazing?" Sun Youpeng asked in a low voice.
He was originally a careful person. He had a dispute with a colleague a month ago. After calculating his colleague, a medical accident occurred. Fortunately, the patient did not die and the hospital did not deal with it in a low-key manner.
The result was that Sun Youpeng was demoted to the emergency department.
Sun Youpeng has been very annoying lately, but today he was embarrassed by Zhang Feng, and he wanted revenge without even thinking about it.
Dean Chen didn't want to say much, but left Sun Youpeng and went back to the observation room.
"Made, no one looks down on me, right? Lao Tzu made you suffer a lot!" Sun Youpeng left the dressing room cursingly, and returned to the rescue room with his eyes rolled, standing in the corner watching, waiting for the opportunity.
In the rescue room, two doctors and two nurses were staring at the life monitor blankly.
"Heartbeat... really stabilized!"
"Just a few needles?"
"It's amazing, it's a miracle!"
All four of them were restrained by Zhang Feng's tactics, and they all forgot the actions in their hands. Zhang Feng reminded them, and they were busy again.
Zhao Qiang’s blood flowed out along the transparent tube, into a machine, and then new blood was injected into the body from his other arm...
"Why did you come in, nobody cares?"
At this time, the little nurse before came back, holding two bags of plasma in her arms, obviously using her body to raise the temperature of the frozen plasma.
The others were busy, and when they heard this, they looked up at Zhang Feng.
"Xiao Chen, that's an expert in Chinese medicine, Zhang Feng, don't talk nonsense, get the plasma ready!" Dean Chen's voice rang through the interphone.
The nurse Chen Rui turned his head and glared at Dean Chen behind the observation window. His eyes were sharp and scared Dean Chen obviously shrank his neck.
"Huh, are the experts very good?" Chen Rui turned to stare at Zhang Feng, and then went busy.
(End of this chapter)