Kang Min inquired about the whole process and details of the plot against Song Zi Yi in detail. Only when she was sure that there were no omissions and that it was impossible for the police to find any clues, did she feel completely relieved.
After hanging up the phone, she breathed a sigh of relief and murmured in a low voice, "Alarmist talk almost scared me."
In Puji Hospital, Ding Ning showed a cunning smile and muttered in his heart, "Do you really think that I care about your surgical authorization? If I didn't make you suspicious, how could you reveal your fox's tail?"
"You didn't reach an agreement, did you? What should we do? "
Ding Qianlie and Zi Que 'er, who had been paying attention to Ding Ning, came over and asked worriedly.
Even the fat and thin employees of Star Art looked depressed. After all, they risked being fired to give Ding Ning Wu Qiang's contact number, hoping that he could persuade Kang Min to save Li Jiajia.
"Nothing!"
Ding Ning chuckled indifferently. Then, under everyone's dumbfounded gaze, he pushed open the closed door of the operating room and walked in slowly.
"Who are you?"
"Get out of here."
"This is the operating room. Who let you in?"
…
Angry questions and curses came from the operating room, but as the door of the operating room was slammed shut, the whole world became quiet.
The fat and thin employees were dumbfounded. Their mouths were so wide open that a duck egg could be stuffed into them. Their faces were dull and full of disbelief.
Ding Qianlie opened her red lips and wanted to say something, but in the end, she smiled bitterly and let out a long sigh.
"This is the general who has no taboo and can dominate the world."
On the contrary, Zi Que 'er praised him with a smile.
Since coming to Earth, she felt that Ding Ning's style of doing things was completely different from when he was in the Demons Territory. He had become much more low-key and introverted. He had lost his unrestrained and unrestrained style, which made her feel a sense of oppression.
The two employees of Star Art didn't care about the general Zi Que 'er mentioned. They only thought about whether they should report the news that Ding Ning broke into the operating room later.
"This is a big trouble. If someone makes a fuss about this, he will be pushed to the teeth of the storm again. If Li Jiajia can't be saved, he is likely to bear criminal responsibility."
Seeing that Zi Que 'er was still happy, Ding Qianlie shook her head with a bitter smile and said worriedly.
"What are you afraid of?"
Zi Que 'er replied nonchalantly. She then realized that her tone was rather disrespectful and hurriedly said, "Sister Qianlie, do you still not trust his medical skills? What's more, he's strong and has the qualifications to break the rules set by the weak. "
Ding Qianlie's whole body shook, and then she smiled with relief, feeling relaxed all over.
Yes, for a long time, she had been influenced by the rules of this society, and even her thinking had entered a wrong area. Her habitual thinking made her think that Ding Ning was still the teenager who needed protection.
Therefore, she ignored the rule that the strong were respected in any world. Now, Ding Ning was qualified enough to break any so-called rules, and he was even qualified to make rules according to his own will. He was no longer the young man who needed to be a yes-man to endure and accumulate strength.
Although Ding Ning's act of breaking into the operating room was very against the rules and even illegal, it still depended on the result. If Li Jiajia could not be saved, he would naturally have to bear the legal responsibility.
But did such a possibility exist?
The answer was no. Since Ding Ning dared to break into the operating room openly, he naturally had 100% confidence that he could bring Li Jiajia back from the line of death.
As long as Li Jiajia was safe and sound, who would care about such a trivial thing as breaking into the operating room?
People often valued the result more than the process. In fact, it was not as important as they thought. The winner was king, and the loser was a bandit. This was an unchanging iron law.
In the operating room, John Mac watched Ding Ning rescue Li Jiajia with a pleasing and smooth magical movement with a complicated look. He had mixed feelings in his heart, and he did not know what to feel.
There was envy, unwillingness, joy, jealousy, and relief … mixed with a trace of indescribable gratitude and shame.
In fact, if Ding Ning had come two minutes later, he would have had no choice but to give up rescuing Li Jiajia and announce that the rescue had failed.
Li Jiajia, who had been declared dead by him, was brought back to life by Ding Ning's magical means. Her pale face gradually became ruddy, and all kinds of vital signs were gradually returning to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This made him have to admit that this young traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, whom he had always looked down upon, had magical medical skills that he could not reach at all.
Although he had always admired Western medicine and thought that traditional Chinese medicine was a trick to deceive people, he was a doctor after all, a doctor with a bottom line of professional ethics. He was not so cold-blooded that he could watch a young and fresh life die because of his incompetence.
Therefore, at this moment, his gratitude to Ding Ning had far exceeded his jealousy and unwillingness. More than that, he felt sincerely happy that Li Jiajia could survive. This was probably the biggest difference between humans and beasts.
The others were the same. At the beginning, they were angry at Ding Ning for breaking into the operating room, but at the moment, they were intoxicated by his magical medical skills as they watched him show off his skills and bring the dying back to life.
In particular, they personally felt the power of traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia for the first time. Their minds were in a mess, but they could not even move a finger. This magical feeling also made them strongly dissatisfied with Puji Hospital's firm resistance to traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia for the first time.
Because of John Mac's prejudice and arrogance, he was extremely against traditional Chinese medicine. He once said to the hospital's senior management that if the hospital introduced traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia technology, he would immediately choose to leave. In order to keep this pillar, the hospital had to choose to refuse the entry of traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia. In order to avoid the dissatisfaction of medical staff, they also wantonly announced that traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia had no scientific basis and was a feudal superstition.
But facts spoke louder than words. There was no doubt more convincing than experiencing the magic of traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia. They had made up their minds that when the anesthesia was over, they would immediately jointly propose to the hospital and strongly request the introduction of traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia technology.
If the hospital was still stubborn, they might have to consider whether to change jobs. Could such a hospital, which even rejected and resisted new things, really surpass other tertiary hospitals and become the leader among them? They were seriously skeptical about this.
Beep, beep, beep!
On the electrocardiograph, Li Jiajia's vital signs finally completely returned to normal.
Ding Ning wiped his cold sweat, and his tense heart was put back to his stomach. He glanced at John Mac, who was full of shame, with extreme dissatisfaction.
It wasn't because he admired western medicine. Everyone had their own preferences and pursuits, which was understandable. However, he had almost lost a life because of his competitiveness. If he had come a minute later, Li Jiajia might not have been able to be saved. To him, this was an unforgivable sin.
"A doctor must first have medical ethics. A doctor without medical ethics, no matter how brilliant his medical skills are, is not worthy to be called a doctor."
Ding Ning stared at John Mac and scolded in a deep voice, "A doctor's bounden duty is to save the dying and help the wounded. I appreciate your courage and determination to save people, but I can't forgive you. You know that with your ability, the probability of saving Li Jiajia is less than 30%, but you let others shut me out because of your unwillingness. You pinned all your hopes on illusory luck. You are murdering, committing a crime, and disregarding human life. You don't deserve to be a doctor."
John Mac trembled all over, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of remorse and self-blame. He did not realize that he had regained his freedom, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are right. I don't deserve to be a doctor. When Li Jiajia recovers, I will immediately resign to atone for the mistakes I have made."
If you really want to atone for your sins, then don't resign. Continue to use what you have learned to help more patients get rid of the torment of illness. That is what you should do. Escape is the patent of a coward. Choose to be a coward or face your own mistakes bravely. You decide by yourself. Remember, medicine is not divided by nationality. No one is superior or inferior. As long as you can cure diseases and save people, it is good. "
Ding Ning's face softened a little. After he finished speaking, he did not care about John Mac's changing and tangled expression. He released the Meridian Severing Hand from everyone one after another, and walked out with his head held high under everyone's admiring and admiring eyes.
Although John Mac was hostile to traditional Chinese medicine and a little annoying, he was not bad in nature, and he was not completely useless. At least he could face his mistakes bravely and dare to take responsibility.
Moreover, whether in terms of professional ethics or medical skills, he was much better than those quacks who did not do anything. If he was really forced to resign, it would be a huge loss for the patients.
John Mac stood there in a daze, and his confused eyes gradually became firm. He said in a low voice, "Give the patient a detailed all-round examination."
"John, the traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia …"
The surgical assistant, Si Si, asked tentatively.
"Just call me Director Mai in the future. From today on, I will resume my Shenzhou name, Mai Jiaqiao. As for the traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia, I will discuss with the director about introducing it as soon as possible."
The overseas returnee Mai Jiaqiao, who had always been arrogant, pretentious, arrogant and conceited, and only liked to be called John by others, seemed to suddenly wake up and said in a gentle voice that had never been heard before.
"Long live Director Mai!"
"Yeah! That's great. "
"I didn't realize that Director Mai is so handsome before!"
…
There was a cheer in the operating room, and everyone's face was full of happy smiles. Two surgical nurses even blushed and made eyes at Mai Jiaqiao.
Mai Jiaqiao felt relaxed all over as if he had been enlightened. His eyes sparkled with a bright luster, and the smile on the corners of his mouth kept spreading. As if he had made a decision, he whispered, "Medicine doesn't care about nationality. As long as it can cure diseases and save lives, it is good. But I am from Shenzhou. How can I not learn the precious wealth passed down by my ancestors? Doctor Ding, I will let you see my determination. I want to worship you as my teacher."
In fact, Li Jiajia had fully recovered. As long as he was willing, he could heal her wound at any time and let her leave the hospital alive and well.
But he still chose to let Li Jiajia stay in the hospital for a period of time to wait for the wound to heal naturally, so as not to be too shocking. After all, this was Puji Hospital, not the military hospital. He was not sure that he could let the hospital keep a secret for him.
"How is it?"
Seeing him come out, Ding Qianlie and Zi Que 'er immediately went to him and asked with concern.
Although Xing Yi and Xing Yi didn't step forward to ask, they looked at him anxiously, waiting for his answer.
"If I go out myself, I can take on two."
Ding Ning said with a smug smile, "Call Mengdie and Xiangyun and tell them that Li Jiajia is fine."
"I knew it."
Ding Qianlie happily took out her mobile phone, dialed Xiao Nuo's number, and told her the good news.
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