Chen Fan's lips curved upwards as he looked at Tan Yun beside him. "Ms. Tan, may I ask how much Mr. Tan spent in the hospital in total?"
Tan Yun pondered for a moment. "Over these ten days, it was about five to six million."
"Five to six million in ten days?" Chen Fan was surprised again, then looked at Director Sun Mingshan. "Director Sun, are these millions in treatment fees not enough to keep you up at night?"
Tan Yun and the others exchanged glances, and they also questioned Sun Mingshan, "Director Sun, is there something fishy about this hospital's fee statement?"
"How is that possible! Ms. Tan, please don't listen to his nonsense." Sun Mingshan quickly waved his hands in explanation.
The middle-aged doctor standing behind Sun Mingshan also spoke up. "Dr. Chen, do you know how serious Mr. Tan's condition is? If it weren't for these machines maintaining his vital signs, the old gentleman wouldn't have lasted this long."
"Is that so? Millions, I reckon that's enough to buy another ventilator like this one?" Chen Fan smiled indifferently, pointing at the ventilator beside them.
"You!" The middle-aged doctor was so choked by Chen Fan's words that he didn't know how to respond.
Sun Mingshan's expression had turned extremely grim. Since the two sides had already fallen out, Sun Mingshan naturally wouldn't pretend to be polite with Chen Fan anymore. He said coldly, "Dr. Chen, our hospital's charging standards are all in compliance with regulations. We will naturally explain this to Ms. Tan. However, as for you, I clearly remember you saying just now that these were minor issues. Since they are minor issues, please, Dr. Chen, cure Mr. Tan's illness."
"Yes! Dr. Chen, didn't you just say these were minor issues? Then cure him!" The speechless middle-aged doctor's eyes lit up, and he looked at Chen Fan triumphantly.
Chen Fan nodded. "I can, but my help comes with conditions."
"What conditions?" Sun Mingshan's face showed a hint of a smile upon seeing Chen Fan agree.
"If I cure Mr. Tan's illness, your hospital must not only refund all his expenses but also refund fifty percent of the medical fees for all patients." Chen Fan stated his conditions.
"Agreed. But if you can't cure him, Dr. Chen, I will hold you accountable for the words you used to slander our hospital." Sun Mingshan said coldly.
"No problem." Chen Fan agreed without a second thought.
Tan Yun and the others watched this scene unfold, completely bewildered. They couldn't understand why the expert invited by the hospital was so confrontational with Director Sun.
At this moment, Chen Fan slowly walked to the bedside, a few silver needles appearing in his hand from who knows when.
Because of his mother's situation, Chen Fan had been studying the ancient medical texts in his mind recently, so his medical skills were now progressing at an astonishing rate.
When Chen Fan had entered the ward earlier, he had already observed Mr. Tan's condition. The reason he had been in a coma was a blocked cerebral blood vessel, which was compressing his brain nerves.
Moreover, this blocked vessel hadn't formed for too long, and for Chen Fan, it was possible to clear it without surgery.
Seeing Chen Fan holding silver needles, Tan Yun and the others looked at him in surprise. They hadn't expected Chen Fan to use traditional Chinese acupuncture to save someone.
Before Tan Yun and the others could react, Chen Fan's silver needles had already landed on Mr. Tan.
"Sister, can traditional Chinese medicine work? Especially with such a young boy. If he harms the old man, and word gets out, we'll all be seen as unfilial!" A middle-aged man stood up from the sofa and quietly asked Tan Yun.
Hearing this, Tan Yun's expression became somewhat unpleasant. She also had serious doubts about Chen Fan's medical skills.
After all, such a young doctor, and an authoritative expert at that, who would believe it?
"Director Sun, is it really possible for him to cure my father's illness?" Tan Yun finally turned to Sun Mingshan and asked.
"Ms. Tan, you just heard it. Dr. Chen said Mr. Tan's condition is just a minor issue. Rest assured, let him treat him." Sun Mingshan smiled indifferently, appearing very confident in Chen Fan.
"Yes, Ms. Tan. If anything goes wrong, our hospital will not let him off." The middle-aged doctor also added, fearing Tan Yun was still uneasy.
Hearing both of them say this, Tan Yun could only stop talking, her gaze fixed on Chen Fan's hands as he inserted the needles.
A few more moments passed.
Tan Yun saw that her father's eyes were still tightly closed, with no sign of waking up, and her face showed anxiety.
Sun Mingshan naturally noticed this and knew that time was almost up. He looked at Chen Fan and asked, "Dr. Chen, didn't you say this was a minor issue? Why haven't we seen Mr. Tan wake up yet? Were your words just now a lie? It's one thing if you lied to me, but if you lied to Ms. Tan and them, this matter might not be so easily resolved."
He said this to give himself an escape route, so that he could later claim they were also deceived by Chen Fan, and Tan Yun wouldn't be able to trouble them further.
"Dr. Chen, please stop." Tan Yun's face also looked unpleasant as she stared at Chen Fan.
"Why the rush? The old man is already awake." Chen Fan calmly withdrew his hands and said.
"Heh heh, awake? Dr. Chen, your ability to lie with your eyes open is truly..."
"Cough, cough, cough!"
However, before the middle-aged doctor could finish speaking, an old man's coughing sound suddenly echoed in the ward.
For a moment, the ward fell silent.
Everyone's faces were filled with shock, and their gazes fell upon the old man on the hospital bed, connected to various instruments.
"Director Sun, please remove these instruments. Mr. Tan no longer needs them." Chen Fan also stopped at this moment, looking mockingly at Sun Mingshan and the others, whose expressions were frozen.
"Director Sun, what are you still standing there for? Remove the tubes." Chen Fan reminded the stunned Sun Mingshan again.
Sun Mingshan finally snapped out of his shock.
He stepped forward a few paces with disbelief, looking at Mr. Tan lying on the hospital bed, connected to various tubes.
Indeed, Mr. Tan's weak eyes were slowly opening at this moment, but with the ventilator in his mouth, he could only cough weakly and couldn't speak any words.
"This, how is this possible!" Sun Mingshan exclaimed in shock.
Mr. Tan's condition was that of someone who had been given a death sentence. How could he possibly be cured?!
"Dad!"
Tan Yun and the other family members also recovered from their shock and rushed to the bedside with joy.
Mr. Tan's expression was pained, and he reached out, trying to pull out the tubes in his mouth.
Seeing this, Tan Yun looked at Sun Mingshan and reprimanded, "Director Sun, why are you still standing there? Quickly remove the ventilator for my father!"
Sun Mingshan hurriedly nodded and instructed two middle-aged doctors, "Quick, quick, remove the tubes for Mr. Tan."
Soon, the two arrived beside Mr. Tan and removed all the ventilators. Mr. Tan then felt a bit more comfortable.
Just as Sun Mingshan wiped the cold sweat from his brow and let out a sigh of relief, Tan Yun, standing beside him, coldly questioned, "Director Sun, don't you want to explain those millions in treatment fees?"