The old woman watched as coffee-colored blood was drawn from her grandson's body, and she completely panicked, her face filled with self-reproach.
She looked at her daughter-in-law in bewilderment: "Xiao Ying, Mom, Mom really didn't know that eating leftovers would cause this situation. If I had known, I would never have fed the baby these things."
In fact, everyone present could see that the old woman doted on her grandson very much.
Unfortunately, ignorance caused the trouble.
"Baby, you can't be in trouble. If something happens to you, what will Mom do!" The child's mother ignored the old woman and sobbed tearfully on the hospital bed.
"Doctor, is my child still saved?" Seeing that the blood had changed color, the child's father wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at Chen Fan.
Now they all believed that the young man in front of them was indeed the chief surgeon of this mental hospital.
Instantly, the child's mother and grandparents turned their anxious gazes to Chen Fan.
The child was the hope of their family. If something happened to the child because of this, their family would probably be gone.
Chen Fan looked at the child's family and said, "Cooperate actively with the treatment. The child's blood has problems, and he needs to undergo hemodialysis. After several dialysis and drug treatments, there is a chance of recovery."
"Plop!"
The old woman, with tears streaming down her face, knelt directly in front of Chen Fan.
"Auntie, what are you doing?" Chen Fan was startled and quickly helped the old woman up.
"Director Chen, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you just now. Please, please don't be angry with me, and please save my grandson. As long as my grandson can be cured, I'm willing to be your ox or horse!" The old woman pleaded with Chen Fan.
Chen Fan said helplessly, "Auntie, I am a doctor, how could I hold a grudge against you? Get up, we will do our best."
Hearing Chen Fan's answer, the old woman was finally relieved, wiped her tears, and stood up.
Chen Fan looked at Zheng Hairong beside him: "Doctor Zheng, give him a dose of methylene blue, and then perform dialysis."
Zheng Hairong nodded and quickly asked a nurse to lift the child onto a stretcher and take him to the treatment room.
In the afternoon, Chen Fan was seeing patients at the hospital.
However, just before closing time, many young men with external injuries suddenly arrived at the hospital.
The previously quiet hospital suddenly became busy.
Moreover, Chen Fan had seen some of these young men before.
Those were the young men Chen Fan encountered at the intersection when he went to Huzhi's KTV to ask for the location of Hongye Bar.
Weren't they Huzhi's employees? Why were they suddenly injured? This made Chen Fan a little confused.
"Doctor, will my arm be useless?" A young man with dyed red hair and a bruised face asked Chen Fan in panic.
Chen Fan looked at the young man's arm: "No, it's just a minor injury."
The young man immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Chen Fan had already grabbed the young man's arm and, while the young man was not paying attention, yanked it hard a few times.
"Ah!"
The intense pain made the young man let out a shrill scream.
The young man's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at Chen Fan aggrievedly: "Doctor, you, you said it was just a minor injury? Why, why does it hurt so much!"
Chen Fan released the young man's arm and replied, "Your arm has been reattached. Don't lift heavy objects during this period. It was healed in a few seconds, isn't that a minor injury? Or, should I perform surgery on you again?"
Hearing the word "surgery," the young man was so scared that he quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, no need, no need."
Then he stood up and wanted to leave.
"Wait a moment." Seeing the young man about to leave, Chen Fan called out to him.
"Doctor, is there anything else?" The young man looked at Chen Fan fearfully, afraid that he would be put on the operating table for surgery.
Chen Fan asked, "What's going on with you guys?"
The young man quickly smiled and explained, "Nothing, I fell down the stairs."
"Fell?" Chen Fan chuckled and pointed to the young men queuing outside.
"You guys probably didn't fall, you probably all fell from the building in a landslide, right?" Chen Fan said jokingly.
The young man smiled awkwardly and said, "Doctor, it's better if you don't inquire about some things..."
Before the young man could finish speaking, Chen Fan had already taken off his mask, revealing his face.
"It's, it's you!" The young man was startled when he saw Chen Fan, his eyes widening.
How could he forget Chen Fan? It was Chen Fan who kicked him to the ground that day, and he had to recover at home for a week before he could walk upright.
"Tell me, what exactly is going on?" Chen Fan asked again.
The young man took two steps back in panic, remembering that kick from that day, a cold sweat broke out on his back. He dared not hide anything and told Chen Fan everything.
He said that today, someone unknown suddenly broke into many KTVs and bars, smashing things as soon as they entered, and even injuring many of their employees.
As a result, all entertainment venues in Jiangcheng were closed today.
As for the reason, they, the employees, were not very clear.
Hearing this, Chen Fan's brows furrowed slightly. These businesses all belonged to Da Xiong. In Jiangcheng today, no one dared to attack Da Xiong's businesses. Chen Fan knew that this matter would definitely not be that simple.
"Big brother, I, can I go now?" the young man asked Chen Fan tremblingly.
"Go ahead." Chen Fan waved his hand.
The young man nodded and then hurried out of the consultation room.
Seeing the young man leave, Chen Fan took out his phone and called Da Xiong, wanting to ask about Da Xiong's situation.
But to Chen Fan's surprise, Da Xiong's phone showed that it could not be connected.
Then Chen Fan called Da Xiong's subordinates, and they still couldn't be reached, which gave Chen Fan a sudden bad premonition.
"Qianqian, tell Doctor Zheng to take charge of these patients. I'm going out!" Chen Fan stood up, took off his white coat, instructed Zhao Qianqian, and then quickly left the consultation room.
In the reception hall of a private club in Jiangcheng City.
A group of people pushed open the door and walked in. Behind them were more than a dozen bruised men with ropes tied around their wrists.
Three men were sitting in the reception hall, with more than a dozen bodyguards in black standing behind them. The atmosphere in the room was very oppressive.
When the men with their wrists tied entered the reception hall and saw the man sitting in the middle, their expressions became very excited.
"Master Gui!"
One of the limping men couldn't help but shout, tears of excitement welling up in his eyes.
The three men sitting in the reception hall were Gui Shou from Sucheng, and the other two were Lao Lang and E Kui Ping.
Seeing his subordinates in such a miserable state, Gui Shou's face immediately turned grim.
This was the first time in Huannan Province that someone dared to beat his men to this extent, clearly showing they didn't take him, Gui Shou, seriously!