118: Chapter 118: What kind of crap is God Doctor Ning, get out of my way.
118: Chapter 118: What kind of crap is God Doctor Ning, get out of my way.
Hospital Intensive Care Unit…
There were layers upon layers of people, some family members, some with connections, and even more were there out of concern for the young man with the profound background.
No joke!
The youth’s grandfather was a true big shot, with an immensely high status in Zhonghai City and even across the country, a figure revered by all.
In addition, the parents of the young man were also high-ranking officials.
How could they not come to curry favor, if not for the sake of their own prospects and their “money” prospects.
As Liu Chongyang and Ning Fan entered the intensive care unit, they were met with countless gazes.
“Medical Saint Liu is here, the young master is saved!”
Seeing Liu Chongyang return, there was a cheer from the crowd.
As the Medical Saint of Zhonghai City, Liu Chongyang’s reputation was solid.
The crowd parted, making way for Liu Chongyang and Ning Fan to enter.
The parents of the youth were already in the intensive care unit.
The two officials were named Qian Nengde and Mu Zhenqin, and their son was called Qian Haitao.
Someone able to street race in the middle of the night was typically a rich second-generation, and also an official’s second-generation!
Both were looking at their son who was lying on the bed, almost gone, with eyes full of sorrow and extreme anxiety.
Qian Nengde’s face was stiff as he woodenly watched Qian Haitao.
Mu Zhenqin, as a mother, was directly sobbing uncontrollably beside the sickbed.
The moment they saw Liu Chongyang enter, they both suddenly had hope and quickly stepped forward to inquire about the situation.
“Medical Saint Liu, you have finally arrived,” Qian Nengde said as he grasped Liu Chongyang’s hand, greeting him warmly and urgently.
“Medical Saint Liu, now that you’ve returned, does that mean there’s a way to save my son?
No one can compare to your medical morality and medical techniques in Zhonghai City.
You must take action to help, we will be sure to repay you generously in the future,” Mu Zhenqin pleaded, looking at Liu Chongyang as if seeing an angel, respectfully seeking his help.
Everybody knew that Liu Chongyang was the Medical Saint of Zhonghai City, who would dare to offend him or not treat him warmly?
Moreover, the only doctor that Qian Nengde and his wife could rely on at the moment was Liu Chongyang.
If they offended Liu Chongyang, they might as well kiss their son’s salvation goodbye!
“Medical Saint Liu, please come and see my son’s condition,” Mu Zhenqin said, pulling Liu Chongyang to the front.
Everyone present ignored Ning Fan as if he were mere air, all looking forward to Liu Chongyang performing his magic and bringing a miraculous recovery!
“Madam, I have done my utmost, but I am powerless to help with your son’s injuries,” Liu Chongyang spoke truthfully.
“Ah!”
Upon hearing Liu Chongyang’s words, Mu Zhenqin let out a cry of pain, nearly fainting on the spot.
Whoosh…
The crowd erupted in noise.
If even Liu Chongyang couldn’t heal Qian Haitao, wasn’t he done for?
That was what everyone was thinking as the intensive care unit descended into a tense and oppressive atmosphere.
Just as Qian Nengde was about to ask Liu Chongyang to have another look, before he could speak, Liu Chongyang parted the crowd and respectfully invited Ning Fan over.
“Everyone, don’t panic.
Although I can’t cure him, my master can,” Liu Chongyang said, looking at Ning Fan with a smile and said, “This is my master, Ning Fan, whose medicine is godlike.
He is a one-of-a-kind Divine Doctor who can revive the young master from the brink of death.”
“He is your master?”
Suddenly, everyone was shocked, turning their gazes toward Ning Fan, who was beside Liu Chongyang, in surprise.
So young?
And he was Medical Saint Liu’s master?
Dammit, he’s also the Divine Doctor Liu Chongyang mentioned?
“Has Medical Saint Liu’s brain been fried by the urgency of the young master’s illness?
Out of everyone to recommend, why would he recommend such a green youngster?”
Someone murmured in dissatisfaction.
The others nodded in agreement, pointing fingers at Ning Fan and chattering away in discussion.
“This greenhorn must’ve plastered some folk remedy on a utility pole and hoodwinked Medical Saint Liu.”
Everyone present didn’t believe that Ning Fan could cure Qian Haitao, the disbelief extending to even Qian Nengde and his wife.
Mu Zhenqin frowned and pointed at Ning Fan, “Him?”
The word “him” was pronounced with a rising tone, carrying a clear note of contempt.
Ning Fan watched everyone calmly, not saying a word.
Some things don’t need to be explained; just doing them would silence them all!
However, Liu Chongyang, unconcerned with the crowd’s doubts, continued to introduce Ning Fan’s medical skills with a smile:
“The master, His Excellency…”
Ning Fan glanced at Liu Chongyang, and immediately, Liu Chongyang, frightened, corrected his reference:
“The master is a successor of Guiguzi, possessing medical skills that are extraordinary and saintly, far surpassing Hua Tuo and Bian Que.
Sadly, I have only grasped the mere superficiality of my master’s medical expertise, which is over a hundred times inferior to his.”
The crowd erupted into disbelief.
Medical skills a hundred times superior to those of Liu Chongyang?
Could that be an exaggeration?
No one believed it.
Liu Chongyang’s claim was so preposterous that not even a three-year-old child would believe it.
Everyone just assumed Liu Chongyang had gone mad.
If not for Liu Chongyang’s distinguished status and the life and death matter of Qian Haitao, they would have dragged the young upstart out already.
A youngster with peach fuzz simply has no credibility; experience is incredibly important in the medical profession, something that accumulates over years.
And here was just a young man in his twenties; where could his experience come from?
This was simply a joke.
Qian Nengde, seeing Liu Chongyang still lavishing praise on Ning Fan’s medical technique, grew even more impatient.
“Divine Doctor Liu, if you can’t cure him, there’s no need to fob us off with a child, is there?”
Qian Nengde became less polite.
“No wonder Divine Doctor Liu can’t be blamed; it’s this so-called ‘God Doctor’ who is swindling and bluffing, managing to deceive our young master.”
“God Doctor Ning, indeed.
I think he’s just an inexperienced guy who hasn’t even seen a scalpel.”
“A scalpel?
He probably hasn’t even set foot in an operating room.”
The crowd jeered and mocked Ning Fan incessantly.
“Don’t talk nonsense; my master he…”
Liu Chongyang opened his mouth to defend Ning Fan, but he was overwhelmed by the many opposing voices, and no matter the explanation, it was all in vain.
Liu Chongyang was so agitated, he was almost in tears.
Just then, Ning Fan stepped forward to face these people.
“A scalpel?
What is that?”
Ning Fan said with a smile, then his cold gaze swept toward Qian Haitao lying on the sickbed, pale as a dead man.
Ning Fan thought that the situation was dire; if he didn’t act soon, this man was done for.
Whoosh…
“You don’t even know what a scalpel is, and you want to treat someone?
You can leave now!”
The crowd voiced their outrage, hurling more insults and even trying to push Ning Fan out of the place.
Ning Fan ignored everyone, the patient on the bed was in critical condition, there was no time for idle chatter with them, so without much concern, he strode toward the ICU.
Seeing Ning Fan about to enter and treat their son, Qian Nengde and Mu Zhenqin suddenly cried out.
They blocked Ning Fan’s path, not allowing him to proceed.
“I don’t care who you are or how you managed to wash Liu Chongyang’s brain, but I am giving you one chance to get out now, or you will face consequences you cannot handle,” Qian Nengde said angrily, pointing at Ning Fan’s nose.