Ye Guzhou's expression changed and he said sternly, "Don't be rash. Zhan Kuang is a lunatic who doesn't care about anyone once he starts fighting. Every time he sparred with someone, the Eight Ultimates would be prepared to stop him."
Han Jiangxue also said sternly, "That's right. Ding Ning has made great contributions to the country and is incomparable to ordinary martial artists. If Zhan Kuang accidentally kills him, even we can't bear the responsibility."
Although Weng Douli did not say anything, he nodded repeatedly in agreement, causing the Dragon King's mouth to twitch. He really couldn't understand where they got the confidence to think that Zhan Kuang could "accidentally" kill Ding Ning.
Dugu Diao smiled embarrassedly and said resentfully, "I was just saying, just saying …"
Before he finished speaking, the door was kicked open with a bang, and a burly young man, who looked to be only 27 or 28 years old, broke in. His eyes were shining with excitement, and he said in a gruff voice, "Is that Ding Ning really a peerless demigod? Where is he? "
Who would have thought that a martial arts madman like Zhan Kuang would be eavesdropping outside the door? The entire room instantly fell into a deathly silence. Everyone's expression turned extremely ugly, especially Dugu Diao. He wanted nothing more than to slap his own mouth. If something were to really happen, he wouldn't be able to escape the blame.
The Dragon King sized up Zhan Kuang curiously and could not help but feel shocked when he sensed the vigorous Qi and blood and the rising fighting intent.
After Ding Ning, Zhan Kuang was the second young man he couldn't see through. Although Zhan Kuang was much older than Ding Ning, with his eyesight, he could tell that Zhan Kuang was no more than fifty years old.
"Zhan Kuang, don't be rash. Ding Ning is not an ordinary martial artist. He has made great contributions to the country …"
Ye Guzhou tried to persuade him, trying to persuade him to give up the idea of sparring with Ding Ning.
"Where is he?"
Zhan Kuang seemed to have not heard anything and continued to stare at Ye Guzhou. His intimidating gaze actually made Ye Guzhou panic and break out in a cold sweat. He stopped trying to persuade Zhan Kuang.
Weng Douli and Dugu Diao remained silent under his powerful pressure and did not even dare to breathe heavily. On the other hand, Han Jiangxue frowned and hollered in displeasure, "Zhan Kuang, don't be so rude. Don't forget your status."
Zhan Kuang seemed to be extremely respectful towards Han Jiangxue. He retracted his powerful aura and the arrogance on his face disappeared. He scratched his head and smiled. "Auntie, don't worry. I'm just sparring with him. I promise I won't kill him."
The corner of the Dragon King's eye twitched involuntarily. Promise not to kill him? Just how much confidence did he have to dare to say such arrogant words?
Hearing the way Zhan Kuang addressed her, Ye Guzhou and the other two looked at Han Jiangxue with a peculiar expression. They wanted to laugh but were too embarrassed to do so.
Han Jiangxue blushed and said in embarrassment, "I'm not your aunt, don't call me that."
Zhan Kuang waved his hand nonchalantly, "Even if it's not now, it will be sooner or later."
"Scram."
Han Jiangxue's face turned red as she cursed and kicked Zhan Kuang's buttocks furiously.
With a loud bang, Zhan Kuang did not resist and simply allowed her to kick his buttocks. With the help of the force, he smashed the window and left, leaving only his laughter echoing in the room. "If you don't tell me, I'll find him myself. Don't worry, I promise I won't kill him."
"This bastard."
Han Jiangxue's face was flushed with anger and she stomped her feet angrily to chase after him. Unfortunately, Zhan Kuang was nowhere to be seen.
"This is no small matter. We have to report it to the higher-ups immediately."
Ye Guzhou and the others had sullen expressions and hurried off like the wind after saying that. Han Jiangxue followed closely behind them. In the blink of an eye, the Dragon King was the only one left in the room.
He was alone in the wind.
"No, I have to inform Ding Ning first and ask him to think of a way to avoid Zhan Kuang."
After thinking for a moment, the Dragon King hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed Ding Ning's number. Unfortunately, no one picked up the phone, making him extremely anxious.
At this moment, Ding Ning was busy saving Tong Yaner in the operating theater and couldn't be bothered to answer the phone.
If he were in another hospital, he would definitely be obstructed in every way if he wanted to take over the rescue of Tong Yaner. However, such a thing would never happen in the Temple of Heaven Hospital.
On the contrary, when President Jiang hurriedly walked into the operating theater with Ding Ning, the doctors in charge of the rescue all heaved a sigh of relief.
Tong Yaner's life was already in danger and she could die at any time. However, due to her special identity, no one was willing to bear the responsibility of failing to save her.
Although most people didn't think that Ding Ning really had the ability to revive the dead, he was willing to take over. Regardless of whether she could be saved or not, they wouldn't have to bear the responsibility anymore.
Under President Jiang's request with a smile, Ding Ning agreed to let the directors of the various departments stay and observe.
To put it nicely, they wanted to help him, but in fact, he knew that they wanted to broaden their horizons and witness how he created miracles with their own eyes.
After all, Tong Yaner's injuries were too serious, involving almost all departments such as orthopedics, surgery, internal medicine, brain surgery, neurology, ENT, dermatology, and so on.
The "world-famous" Huo Renli, who had once criticized Ding Ning on the Internet, was also among them. Although he had been shocked by President Jiang in the name of the Jinyi Guard and Ding Ning's extraordinary performance at the medical summit made him not dare to say anything on the surface, he still hated Ding Ning very much in his heart.
At this moment, seeing that Ding Ning neither disinfect nor wear a surgical gown, but directly went into the operation with bare hands, he couldn't help but gloat.
He secretly cursed that Ding Ning was an idiot. "Does he really think that he can revive the dead with some medical skills? This is an injury that almost all the directors and experts of the whole hospital can't do anything about except the obstetrics and gynecology department and pediatrics department. Tong Yaner will definitely die this time, but this guy even stupidly took the initiative to come here. Let's see how he will deal with it."
At the thought that Ding Ning might lose his reputation because of this, and his legend of invincibility as a young miracle-working doctor would be shattered, and he might even have to bear the responsibility, Huo Renli was so excited that his whole body trembled. He stared at Ding Ning without blinking, looking forward to Ding Ning's wonderful expression of frustration and regret after his failure.
Unfortunately, it was destined that his expectation would not come true. In his eyes, there was no way to save Tong Yaner, but in Ding Ning's hands, it was just a piece of cake.
If he wanted to, he could even make Tong Yaner jump out of bed and walk on the spot. However, there were so many people watching, and he knew that it would be too shocking. He could only make Tong Yaner stay in the hospital for a while and try his best to perform a live demonstration of the surgery in a way that they could understand.
The anesthesia of traditional Chinese medicine was performed immediately without hesitation, so that Tong Yaner would not feel pain after she regained consciousness.
After all, Tong Yaner suffered because of him, which made him feel very guilty. He could only make up for it by making her suffer less.
After that, he took out a Vitality Pill and fed it to her. Her pale face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she opened her eyes. She had regained consciousness.
A group of medical experts stared at Ding Ning with their eyes wide open. The way they looked at Ding Ning had changed. What kind of trick was this? It actually made a person who was in a deep coma and on the verge of death regain consciousness so quickly?
Ding Ning had carefully considered using the Energy and Blood Elixir. Although there were elixirs of the Plant School that could replenish vitality, the elixirs of the Ghost Valley School were obviously more effective in replenishing vitality.
After all, the Vitality Pill could.
It was refined using the bones and blood of the Demon Clan as the main ingredient. In terms of replenishing vitality, there was no pill that could be compared to it.
"You're awake. Don't be afraid. I'm operating on you. You'll be fine after resting for a while after the operation."
Ding Ning saw that Tong Yaner was looking at him without focus, and there was still fear in her eyes. It seemed that she had not recovered from the terrible car accident, so he comforted her softly.
"Xiao … Xiao Chen? He … he … how is he? "
Tong Yaner calmed down a little. The first thing she thought about was not her injury, but asked eagerly and expectantly.
Ding Ning looked gloomy for a while, and then he said calmly, "I'm sorry. He died on the spot. I couldn't save him."
"I … Boohoo … How could this happen? He just started working. A few days ago, he told me that he had a girlfriend and planned to propose to her in a few days … Boohoo …"
Although Tong Yaner had been mentally prepared, after confirming Xiao Chen's death, she still couldn't help but feel sad. She cried and murmured, with big drops of tears sliding down her cheeks.
"This is a kind-hearted and good woman." Ding Ning sighed in his heart. He also felt very guilty about Xiao Chen.
"I didn't kill Boya, but Boya died because of me."
After all, he was involved in Xiao Chen's death. He couldn't shirk this responsibility.
Almost subconsciously, he reached out to gently wipe away Tong Yaner's tears. The gentle action was like the intimacy of a lover, which made Tong Yaner blush instantly. She glared at him with shame and anger.
Only then did Ding Ning realize that he had lost his composure. He felt extremely embarrassed in his heart, but his face did not change. With a serious expression, he said, "Control your emotions. You have wounds on your face. If your tears stain the wounds, it will be easily infected."
"Ah!"
Tong Yaner's shame and anger disappeared instantly. She asked nervously, "Is the wound on my face big? Will it leave a scar? "
Hearing this, the chief experts who were watching changed their expressions slightly, and their eyes showed sympathy and pity.
Was the wound big?
What a joke! The muscles on the right side of her face had been cut off by the broken glass from the car window. Her gums could be seen through the bloody wound. If this kind of wound wasn't big, what kind of wound could be considered big?
"It's not big. Don't worry. I promise it won't leave any scar."
But Ding Ning's answer made everyone's jaws fall to the ground. Their expressions became strange. Although they felt that he was comforting Tong Yaner out of kindness, was it really good to hide the injury like this?
With this degree of injury, even if she went to Korea to receive the best cosmetic surgery, it could not be healed in one or two times. Even if it was healed, it was impossible not to leave any scar, and it would be a very obvious scar.
Such a thing could not be hidden at all. They could already imagine how desperate and devastated Tong Yaner would be after knowing the truth.
After all, the national television station represented the national image. It was impossible to let a disfigured female anchor continue to host the program, even if she was the top host of the national television station. There would be no exception. The best ending for her was to leave the screen and do some behind-the-scenes work.
"Really?"
Everyone loved beauty, not to mention a goddess-like host like Tong Yaner, who paid more attention to her appearance and image than ordinary people. Hearing this, she asked doubtfully.
"Really, I promise."
Ding Ning promised solemnly, but a group of medical experts shook their heads secretly. "Alas, concealing the injury is not what a qualified doctor should do. Once Tong Yaner is able to look in the mirror, the matter will not be concealed anymore. At that time, how should we deal with it?"
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