The Almighty God of War of the Female President

"Wei Yihong, don't treat kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs." Zhao Qianya's pretty face flushed with anger, her brows stood upright, "Something went wrong, I'll see how you deal with this situation."

"Hmph, I think you want something to happen to me?"

Wei Yihong stared at Zhao Qianya, and wanted to come up and push her.

At this time, Yan Shushu's husband rushed over quickly, and said anxiously with a pale face:

"Quick, my husband is dying."

After being stunned for a moment, Jin Haiquan and Wei Yihong ran to the ward.

Other doctors followed nervously, including Zhao Qianya.

Jin Haiquan was the first to rush into the ward, and he walked to Yan Guohua's bedside.

Yan Guohua's face was ashen, foaming at the mouth, eyes closed, lying on the bed straight and motionless.

"Quickly pull out the salt water." Jin Haiquan yelled at Wei Yihong who was behind him, his eyes widened like a bull's.

Wei Yihong hurriedly pulled out the needle in Yan Guohua's hand.

"Rescue him quickly!" Jin Haiquan was sweating profusely, his face turning purple with fright.

Hong Weiran walked in, stretched out his hand to feel Yan Guohua's pulse, rolled his eyelids, shook his head and said, "It's hopeless."

"Ah—" Yan Shuyan burst into tears, "You killed my father, I want you to accompany—"

She howled, and slapped Wei Yihong when she came up: "Doctor shit!"

Wei Yihong's face turned pale with fright, her body staggered to the point of passing out.

A female doctor stepped forward to support her.

"Push him to the morgue." Hong Weiran said softly.

Chaos broke out in the ward, and the four family members of Yan Guohua were furious, and rushed forward to beat Wei Yihong and Jin Haiquan.

"Slow down." Ye Xiang, who was standing in front of his mother's bed watching, hurried over, grabbed Yan Guohua's two hands, pinched the vital points of his two middle fingers, and said, "He can still be saved."

There was a dead silence in the ward, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Yan Shuyan, who was crying, walked up to Ye Xiang, and ran down to him with a "poof", "Good man, save my father."

"Get up quickly." Ye Xiang said to her, raised his head and said to Zhao Qianya who was standing behind: "Qianya, go and get four silver needles."

Zhao Qianya twisted her eyebrows and said, "Are you okay? This is not a joke."

"Go and get it, the sooner the better."

Ye Xiang roared loudly.

Zhao Qianya turned around and ran out, and brought a box of silver needles in a while.

Ye Xiang quickly opened the box, took out four gold and silver needles from inside, put three in his mouth, one pierced Yan Guohua's acupuncture points first, and then pierced each of his Naohu, Xiongxiang and Touwei acupuncture points. Needle.

Once tied, he began to twist the needle.According to the acupuncture methods of "Liuhe Shenzhen" and "Qimen Eighteen Methods", he poured the healing light in his brain and the internal energy in his body into each silver needle.The silver needle soon produced a blue light, which penetrated into Yan Guohua's body.

This light is invisible to the naked eye.

"This person is dead, and you can still stab patients. Do you think you are a god?" Someone whispered at the door.

Everyone in the ward watched silently, all sweating for him.

"Who is this young man?" Someone stretched his neck outside the door and asked.

"It's not a doctor, it seems to be a family member of the patient."

"He is the son-in-law of the woman in bed 2 who suffers from stomach problems."

The first time Ye Xiang's parents saw their son treating someone, they were stunned and worried to death for him.

"Qi, you have never treated anyone, how can you revive the dead?" Zhu Yalin was so nervous that she almost cried.

"Keep quiet." Ye Xiang said to his mother, "I have a solution."

Yan Guohua was hanged with unsuitable salt water, he suffered cerebral infarction and myocardial infarction, and soon passed out.He couldn't get through his blood with Huang Yu's energy, so he used acupuncture and internal strength to dissolve his thrombus together.

Jin Haiquan yelled at Ye Xiang angrily: "What are you doing? Can this kind of injection save him?"

He rushed forward and pushed Ye Xiang: "Go away, let's push him to the emergency room for rescue."

Ye Xiang fended him off, twisted the needle harder, and used Taoist light to stimulate and dissolve the thrombus in Yan Guohua's blood vessel.After a while, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He consumed a lot of internal strength and energy.

The healing light pierced and flickered in Yan Guohua's blood vessels.

"Pull him out!"

Some doctors who didn't know the truth and family members of patients who couldn't understand shouted and killed them.

"Ye Xiang, can you do it?" Zhao Qianya was also sweating profusely.

This person is getting more and more mysterious and self-righteous.But today, aside from embarrassment, something big will happen.

What can you do here?You are not a doctor.What happened, Jin Haiquan and Wei Yihong were responsible anyway, hum.

Zhao Qianya can't wait to go up and pull Ye Xiang.

Ye Xiang just focused on twisting the needle, flashing the healing light in his brain into Yan Guohua's blood vessel through the silver needle, stimulating and melting his thrombus.

His father gritted his teeth, worried that his son would make a fool of himself today.

He has never seen a doctor before, what's the matter today?
Several doctors came up to pull Ye Xiang away.

"Boss Yan, block them!"

Ye Xiwei yelled at Yan Shuyan: "Give me another 3 minutes, and I'll give you back a healthy dad."

Hearing Ye Xiang's confident roar, and seeing him twisting the needle so hard, Yan Shuyan believed even more that a miracle would happen in him.

Besides, her father is already like this, no matter how bad it is, he will die next.Can the doctor see him dead, but can he revive him?
"Brother, I believe in you!" Yan Shuyan firmly supported him.

"Let them go away." Ye Xiang said to the doctors who came up behind him.

"You put my dad to death, how can you torment him?" The heartbroken Yan Shuyan's pretty face was cold, and the doctor who rushed up to pull Ye Xiang shouted angrily: "You can't save my dad, let this good brother save him!"

Although Yan Shuyan is a woman, she has a very powerful aura when she launches a prestige.

Several medical staff froze for a moment.

"Mr. Yan, calm down." Hong Weiran said to her, "Your father has already gone, if you let him torture him like this, how can you make him feel at ease?"

Another female doctor yelled bitterly: "If he doesn't get out of the way, call the police."

Zhao Qianya was also anxious, and said to Yan Shuyan: "Boss Yan, he is my husband, he is not a doctor, and cannot save your father, so don't let him fool you."

"I believe him!" Yan Shuyan looked at Zhao Qianya, her pretty face brightened, her eyes sparkled, "Your husband is not a doctor, but he is better than all your doctors."

"Boss Yan, you." Zhao Qianya didn't know what to say.

Why does this beautiful president trust Ye Xiang so much?Could it be that she likes this little piece of fresh meat, doesn't she?If Ye Xiang can't save your father, how will you explain to your family?
Seeing Ye Xiang twisting the needle vigorously, Zhao Qianya felt very complicated.

Her husband was so valued and trusted by a beautiful CEO, she felt it was ridiculous, but also felt jealous.

The spectators at the door did not believe that a young man who was not a doctor could save a dead man, and they all cursed loudly.

"His heart has stopped beating, and his face looks like a dead person. How can he be revived?"