Seeing Wei Qing, Kuai Changfeng nodded slightly, with deep relief in his eyes.
Although this apprentice was only willing to inherit his own mantle and not his position as dean, Kuai Changfeng still liked Wei Qing very much.
Kuai Changfeng is very proud of being able to teach a top disciple like Wei Qing who possesses both medical ethics and medical skills.
"Yo! Old man, you are really not afraid of death. Why are you still messing around when you are already half dead?"
Wei Qing pushed away the doctor who was supporting Kuai Changfeng, and hugged Kuai Changfeng's body with a smile on the latter's expression, which was full of resentment and did not dare to express his anger.
"Wei Qing, what are you talking about?!"
"Dr. Wei, how could anyone speak like this to his mentor?"
Seeing Wei Qing's wanton and intimate behavior, Jiang Zuo'an and Qiu Yishan's eyes flashed with jealousy at the same time, and they both shouted angrily.
Kuai Changfeng waved his hand nonchalantly, knowing that this was his unique way of caring for people as a strange apprentice.
A typical dish with a mouth full of tofu but a cold face and a warm heart.
"Stop talking and watch carefully. It will be very helpful to improve your medical skills."
Kuai Changfeng glared at Wei Qing angrily, and then explained with a serious face.
Wei Qing was immediately surprised. Why did the teacher value this operation so much? Who was the doctor inside? !
And when Wei Qing glanced into the ward and looked at the situation inside through the glass wall, he was slightly startled.
On the hospital bed, Ye Zhinuo was wearing hospital clothes and half lying on the bed with a slight nervousness.
Her smart eyes glanced at the dark crowd outside the glass wall, with a little panic.
Beside her, a young man with black hair, also wearing a white coat, was carefully wiping twelve golden needles with golden light with alcohol.
Wei Qing's face was full of doubts. Could this young man be the doctor who was going to perform the operation
Isn't this little brat not older than his average age
The person who was wiping the gold needle was naturally Ye Hong.
He was finally ready to perform surgery on Ye Zhinuo.
There are many doctors who have the same thoughts as Wei Qing.
They had known about Ye Zhinuo's case for a long time, and also knew that her condition was a difficult problem in the medical community.
Therefore, if someone can cure Ye Zhinuo, it will be tantamount to making a huge contribution to the entire medical community.
Therefore, before being invited, almost all doctors regarded this operation as a grand ceremony of the medical community.
However, after they saw Ye Hong's tender face, disappointment took over half of their hearts.
It’s not that they despise young people, it’s just the reality in the medical field.
Medicine requires talent, but the accumulation of acquired experience is more important.
There are many talented doctors, but there is no one with truly impressive abilities who is under the age of thirty.
What's more, some people suspected that this was a joke played by the hospital on them.
Amid looks of doubt, expectation, or disdain, Ye Hong finally stood up.
He stared at Ye Zhinuo's unconscious legs, a string of data flashing in his eyes.
"Ding! Start treating the target's leg injury according to the plan. It is recommended to adopt the treatment plan: ancient Qi therapy plus twelve stacks of golden needles.
Estimated cure success rate: 95%. "
Even after so much effort, the system still thinks there is a certain possibility of failure.
But as Ye Zhinuo's brother, Ye Hong would not let this cruel 5% appear.
Let your own hands completely erase this 5% possibility!
(End of chapter)