The strongest medical saint

The little nurse was very angry, "What should I do next?"

Zhang Bufan only said one word, "Wait!"

"What? Wait? Is she still waiting like this? Is there a mistake?" The little nurse was a little worried, she was afraid that Zhang Bufan would be unreliable.

"I don't know, it seems that we can only gamble." Zhang Bufan said, "This thing can only last for 10 minutes, and then I have to give her blood in the ambulance.

After a while, the Kung Fu ambulance came, and Wu Cuihua was carried to the ambulance.

"Cuihua, you have to hold on," Song Qingshan said while holding Wu Cuihua's hand tightly.

Wu Cuihua moved her fingers a little, and Song Qingshan was a little excited, "Master, master, she moved."

"Don't worry, give her a blood transfusion!"

"But I don't know her blood type."

"I have type O blood, lose my blood, lose my blood!" Song Qingshan said quickly, he was afraid that something would happen to Wu Cuihua.

After the blood transfusion was inserted, Zhang Bufan took off the hairpin on her head, and sure enough, the blood flowed very fast, and Song Qingshan's clothes were soon soaked in blood.

"Master, the blood is bleeding so fast, is it all right?" Song Qingshan asked worriedly.

Zhang Bufan looked at Song Qingshan with firm eyes, "It's okay, don't worry, she is protected by your blood, and she will definitely get better."

Song Qingshan watched this scene with tears streaming down his face, fearing that something would happen to Wu Cuihua.

Zhang Bufan patted Song Qingshan on the back, "It will be fine."

Zhang Bufan immediately pricked several acupuncture points on Wu Cuihua's body, the blood flow rate was obviously much slower, but he didn't dare to prick in other places, after all, it was a hairpin, and if it didn't fit, it would be a matter of life and death.

"Master, master, you are too powerful." Song Qingshan shouted excitedly.

The little nurse looked at Zhang Bufan with admiration, and took out a handkerchief to wipe Zhang Bufan's sweat.

"Thank you." Zhang Bufan took the handkerchief himself before she handed it over.

The little nurse looked confused, "Huh?"

"Isn't this for me? Did I misunderstand?"

Seeing so many people, the little nurse didn't intend to give it away, but the situation now is that the knife rests on her neck, so she has to give it away.

"No, no, I've given it to you, I've given it to you." The little nurse blushed, but why did she just give her a handkerchief when she first met her.

When Song Qingshan saw Wu Cuihua being sent to the operating room, his legs softened and he fell to the ground.

Zhang Bufan helped him up, "It will be fine, most of Cuihua's bleeding has stopped, and there are no major problems in other places, don't worry."

Song Qingshan nodded, but he was still worried, "Although there is nothing wrong with her body, she no longer has the consciousness of wanting to live. I'm afraid."

"No, Cuihua is a good child, and she doesn't like to trouble others. She knows that we will not be willing to die after spending so much energy." Zhang Bufan comforted.

"I don't have anything to do, I'll leave first, I really learned a lesson today." The little nurse said to Zhang Bufan.

"Thank you today. By the way, if it weren't for your card issuance, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

A smile appeared on the little nurse's face, then turned and left.

After about an hour, the doctor came out of the ward, and Song Qingshan hurried over, "Doctor, doctor, how is she?"

"She is temporarily out of danger, but she is still unconscious. It will take two days before she wakes up. Take good care of her. It is really not easy to get her life back."

"Thank you, thank you doctor." Song Qingshan excitedly held the doctor's hand, his face full of emotion.

"Okay, let's go and have a look."

Song Qingshan hurried in, seeing the pale Wu Cuihua, Song Qingshan was very uncomfortable, and he was even more determined that he couldn't do without her.

Zhang Bufan glanced at it, and decided to go to the pharmacy to get some tonics, and he didn't want to disturb the two people's world, "I'll go first, you can spend time with her."

Song Qingshan nodded, he didn't even look at Zhang Bufan, his heart was full of Wu Cuihua.

"Cuihua, you must get well. If you die, I won't live anymore. Did you hear that? Your life is not your own. It was saved by the master who spent a lot of effort, so you You must wake up." Song Qingshan said in a pleading tone.

Zhang Bufan walked out softly. He walked to the door of the shop and found a child sitting and waiting at the door.

"You are?" Zhang Bufan asked first.

"Are you from this pharmacy?" The little boy asked with innocence in his eyes.

"Yeah, are you looking for me?"

The little boy grabbed the corner of Zhang Bufan's clothes and pulled it out, "Please, please come with me, my mother is dying soon?" The little boy cried.

The little boy looked about three or four years old, and what he said might not be true, but seeing how anxious he was, Zhang Bufan didn't dare to delay, "Okay, I'll go with you."

The little boy didn't have much strength, so he pulled Zhang Bufan desperately, and walked to a community.

"Why did you come to me?" Zhang Bufan asked curiously.

If something really happened, he should definitely call the security guard or call an ambulance directly. Zhang Bufan realized that something was wrong and stopped.

"My mother told me to find you." The little boy became even more anxious when he saw Zhang Bufan stop.

"Go, go, or it will be too late."

"Who is your mother?" Zhang Bufan was still very curious, as if all this was unreasonable, he had to go and see for himself.

"That's it, come in." The little boy tried hard to knock on the door, but there was no response.

"Is this really your home?" Zhang Bufan reconfirmed.

"Yes, my mother is still inside!" the little boy said anxiously.

Zhang Bufan had an ominous premonition, so he stepped forward and kicked the door, but the door was so strong that he couldn't open it no matter how hard he kicked it. Finally, he used all his strength, and just after the sound of "Peng", the door was kicked open.

The little boy rushed in first, and then burst into tears, "Blood, a lot of blood, Mom, what's wrong with you, Mom."

Zhang Bufan saw a woman lying in a pool of blood, not hideous, seemed to be at ease.

Zhang Bufan stepped forward and put his hand on the tip of the woman's nose, he was already out of breath.

The little boy sat on the ground, crying hoarsely. Zhang Bufan covered the little boy's eyes, not knowing where his father was, "Son, you have to be strong."

"No, I want my mother, I want my mother." The little boy passed out because he couldn't bear the blow.

Someone outside the door heard the shouting, took a look inside, and saw Zhang Bufan sitting on the ground with the boy in his arms, "My God, I killed someone, I killed him!"