Tu Aizhu smiled slyly: "That's right. If you had been so good, you wouldn't have had to suffer these physical pains. Don't worry, as long as you sign the agency holding agreement, the 1.5% of the shares will still be yours.

, the annual dividend will never be less than yours."

Shi Zhanlin had no choice but to sign his name and press his fingerprints.

Forty-nine point five percent! Tu Aizhu’s eyes were shining. As long as he works harder, he will succeed!

As for Shi Zhanlin, he was thrown out of the Yan family villa. Who cares about his life or death?

"Mr. Xue, we found Mr. Shi! He is in the hospital." Xue Qingcheng got the news quickly.

"Oh?" Xue Qingcheng asked about the specific injury and immediately went to the hospital.

Shi Zhanlin was still rescuing him! Xue Qingcheng's heart sank: Tu Aizhu must have done it!

She learned about Shi Zhanlin's situation. His spleen was ruptured! He would definitely die!

She suddenly remembered the miracle doctor Lin Erdan! She immediately called Lin Erdan and asked him to come and save her life!

On the phone, Lin Erdan heard Xue Qingcheng's anxiety and rushed to the hospital as quickly as possible.

"The patient needs emergency surgery. His spleen has ruptured. The surgery is extremely difficult. The chance of survival is only 0.001 percent."

Xue Qingcheng looked at the surgery notice handed over by the nurse and felt a little stupid: Poor Shi Zhanlin, is he going to die like this?

"Mr. Xue, what is the condition of the patient?" Lin Erdan finally arrived at the critical moment and hurriedly asked.

Xue Qingcheng handed the surgery notice to Lin Erdan: "I need to sign for the surgery immediately."

Lin Erdan looked at the patient's examination, and after a moment's hesitation he said, "Mr. Xue, do you believe me?"

Xue Qingcheng suddenly smiled: "Of course I believe you."

Her alluring smile not only stunned the people around her, but even Lin Erdan felt the famous impulse in his heart: Oh my God! For the sake of a beautiful smile, I have to do this well!

He said: "Let me go into the operating room."

Xue Qingcheng suddenly stood up and regained her energy: "Okay! I'll make arrangements immediately."

She, Hou Yusong, Duan Jiangshan, and Jiang Wanqiu were all there. They took Lin Erdan to the operating room. Xue Qingcheng opened the door of the operating room without any courtesy!

"I'm sorry, we are rescuing patients. No one is allowed to enter or affect our rescue work!"

A nurse immediately stopped me! And her attitude was very firm.

Who is Duan Jiangshan? Although he doesn't believe in Lin Erdan's medical skills, since Mr. Xue believes in it, he is superstitious!

He directly pulled the nurse away: "Get out of the way! The patient is one of ours! We have invited a doctor! Just step aside!"

"Nonsense! What are you doing? Don't you want the patient to live?" The doctor who was preparing for the operation immediately shouted loudly!

Some medical staff who knew Xue Qingcheng quickly advised him: "Mr. Xue, please believe us. We will definitely give the patient the best treatment and do our best to save the patient. Please don't stay here anymore. Please cooperate."

Thanks."

"The surgeon in charge is Professor Fan Peizeng from our Provincial First Hospital. He is a surgical expert renowned throughout the country and even the world! With him, the patient's chance of survival will be greatly improved."

Xue Qingcheng asked directly: "Professor Fan, what are the chances of our patient surviving in your hands?"

Professor Fan Peizeng, who had already put on an isolation gown and a mask, raised his hands to maintain sterility. He replied seriously: "I have checked the patient's examination results. According to my experience, even if

Even if I were to perform the operation, the patient's chance of survival would be less than 0.1%."

As a professor of Western medicine, he was well-informed and had studied so many cases that ordinary people could not imagine. The conclusion he drew basically determined that Shi Zhanlin was destined to die.

At this time, Lin Erdan had already checked his pulse. Xue Qingcheng looked at him with hope: "Lin Erdan, are you sure of saving him?"

Lin Erdan nodded: "The patient's condition is very bad. His spleen has ruptured and he will die at any time. Professor Fan, please give in."

"You? Who are you?" Fan Peizeng was the first surgeon in the Department of Surgery of the Provincial No. 1 Hospital! Seeing that this little-known young man wanted to get out of his way, he immediately became angry, "You are taking advantage of the patient."

Your life is a joke! Mr. Xue, you have to think carefully!"

Lin Erdan said: "If you delay for another second, you are gambling with the patient's life or death."

Xue Qingcheng immediately made a decisive decision: "Professor Fan, please get out of the way."

Seeing that Fan Peizeng was still hesitating, Duan Jiangshan pulled him away from the operating table: "Come over here!"

The other medical staff standing in front of the operating table immediately screamed and avoided each other. Duan Jiangshan acted so aggressively that he really frightened his family.

Professor Fan Peizeng was pushed to the corner and almost fell down. He shouted angrily: "Assholes! You are committing a crime! If you delay the patient's treatment, you are killing him!"

At this time, Lin Erdan had already inserted several silver needles into Shi Zhanlin's spleen. He kept twisting the silver needles with both hands, and his posture in front of the operating table was as stable as steel poured into iron!

At this time, the instruments monitoring Shi Zhanlin's vital signs in front of the operating table were operating normally.

Xue Qingcheng noticed that Shi Zhanlin's blood pressure was already fifty or eighty! His pulse had also slowed down a lot! It was obvious that these values ​​were still declining at a slow rate! Even though she didn't understand these instruments,

These curves and other graphs on the instrument can still be roughly understood.

Duan Jiangshan also stared at the instruments and murmured: "Shi Zhanlin, you son of a bitch, you can't die first, you have to serve me as a soldier for several more decades."

Although what he said was rude, it was also an alternative expression of brotherly affection. It actually made the medical staff around him have red eyes.

Lin Erdan kept pulling at the silver needles with a strange technique, with a solemn expression. When he heard what he said, he couldn't help but look back and smile: "Don't worry, he won't die."

Fan Peizeng, a professor of Western medicine, may be very angry, but he believes in science!

When he saw Lin Erdan's acupuncture technique, he shut his mouth tightly!

According to his experience in Western medicine, the patient's spleen was ruptured and he was definitely dead. It was too late for surgery.

However, he, Fan Peizeng, has indeed seen a master of traditional Chinese medicine administering acupuncture, but he has never seen a master of traditional Chinese medicine who dared to administer acupuncture even though he knew the patient's spleen was ruptured, let alone Lin Erdan.

A wonderful acupuncture technique.

After all, if the patient cannot be saved, the TCM doctor who performs the surgery will bear great risks.

He blinked hard, pushed up his glasses, and stared carefully at the instruments in front of the operating table.

The other medical staff in front of the operating table, of course, were following Professor Weifan's lead. Seeing that he stopped talking, they all quietly stood beside him.

Although Xue Qingcheng didn't want to affect Lin Erdan's treatment, she was still worried!

She was also staring at the instruments: "His blood pressure is still falling, and his pulse is even slower."
Chapter completed!