"There is a patient?" Zhang Xuan saw it out in an instant.

"Yes." President Ma nodded without any concealment. "It is said that he was accidentally poisoned when collecting herbs. Our hospital has been checking for seven hours, but there is no solution at all. Master, you can only rely on you."

Zhang Xuan did not rush to agree, but asked, "What is the patient's background?"

"This..." President Ma shook his head, "I don't know either."

"Then let's take a look first." Zhang Xuan gave President Ma an ambiguous answer.

President Ma hurriedly led the way and took Zhang Xuan to the ward.

While still at the door of the ward, Zhang Xuan heard the shouts of scolding from the ward.

"What are your quack doctors who have the face to live in this world? Do you know what my husband is? If my husband has a few shortcomings, I want you all to get out of here and revoke your medical qualification certificate!"

"A bunch of waste! waste!"

Hearing the scolding, Zhang Xuan frowned. He practiced medicine to save people, which depends on his mood. Only those who contribute to society or those who Zhang Xuan liked him would help him, but now this person is obviously not within Zhang Xuan's help.

"You don't know what this is?" Zhang Xuan asked. People who dare to be so arrogant will tell their trump card as soon as possible.

"I really don't know." President Ma smiled bitterly, "It's just that the top leader of the Health Bureau called me in the middle of the night last night and asked me to take special care of me."

"Okay, let's take a look first." Zhang Xuan nodded, pushed the door and walked into the ward.

There were many doctors in the ward. The tumor removal surgery Zhang Xuan performed on Milan last time, which made him famous in the hospital. When those helpless doctors saw that Zhang Xuan was coming, they showed a look of relief. There should be no problem with this miracle doctor.

Zhang Xuan glanced at the patient lying on the bed.

A middle-aged man with a strong figure should be exercising all year round. At this moment, this middle-aged man has a dark purple color spread all over his body, his pupils are covered with blood, his breath is weak, and his body is spasming from time to time, obviously suffering tremendous pain.

"How did this get poisoned?" Zhang Xuan asked.

The middle-aged woman glanced at Zhang Xuan and said nothing.

President Ma replied, "Colle herbs."

Zhang Xuan asked again: "What medicine should be collected and where should I pick it?"

"Does this have anything to do with you? What are you doing?" The middle-aged woman glared at Zhang Xuan.

Doctors, like accounting, pay attention to the same qualifications. A young face like Zhang Xuan will naturally not be valued.

Zhang Xuan glanced at the middle-aged woman and said nothing, "President Ma, get me a bag of silver needles."

President Ma quickly set off and quickly took a pack of silver needles and handed them to Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan pulled out a silver needle, took a look, and exerted a little force on his wrist, stabbed the tip of the needle into the soles of the middle-aged man's feet, twisted it twice, and then took it out.

As soon as the needle was released, some black blood appeared on the soles of the middle-aged man's feet.

Zhang Xuan frowned a little and asked again: "I need to know the specific situation, where to pick the medicine, and what medicine was taken?"

The middle-aged woman frowned and said in a warning tone: "You should see a doctor, and don't ask what you shouldn't know!"

Zhang Xuan took a deep breath, "I need to know the specific situation before I can prescribe the right medicine."

The middle-aged woman ignored Zhang Xuan, but looked at President Ma and asked: "I said do you have any rules in your hospital? Just treat the disease. Can some things be known to people like you?"

"This..." President Ma showed a hint of embarrassment on his face. The doctor focused on looking, listening, asking and touching. Asking is a very important part, but now the other party is reluctant to say how to get poisoned, which makes people wonder how to start.

"If I don't want to say anything, I can't cure this disease." Zhang Xuan put down the silver needle, "President Ma, I'm sorry I can do nothing."

"This..." President Ma couldn't see it. Zhang Xuan didn't do his best at all. He spoke to the middle-aged woman: "Madam, just tell me how your husband was poisoned to the little master. The little master is a miracle doctor."

"He? The miracle doctor?" The middle-aged woman looked at Zhang Xuan disdainfully. No matter from any direction, she could not see that Zhang Xuan looked like a miracle doctor. "If you can't treat it, you won't be cured. Feel less pretending to me here. I'm upset to see such a person!"

"Whatever." Zhang Xuan smiled indifferently, "President Ma, I'm here today to tell you about training. You see, this week, you can choose a time and notify me."

After Zhang Xuan finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Before Zhang Xuan could walk a few steps, the door of the ward was pushed open by a nurse.

The nurse's face was filled with panic, "Director, another patient came, the situation was exactly the same as the one last night!"

As the nurse finished saying this, President Ma and the middle-aged woman's face changed at the same time.

"Doctor, doctor, please save my dad!" A cry sounded outside the ward.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful little girl who looked seventeen or eighteen years old ran into the ward. Her pear blossoms looked so distressing.

"Oh, your old ghost is not dead yet? He is so lucky and life-threatening!" The middle-aged woman in the ward laughed.

"It's you!" When the little beauty saw the middle-aged woman, she looked hatred in her eyes, "It's you who harmed my dad. We kindly help you, but you repaid your grudges!"

Zhang Xuan saw that outside the ward, a middle-aged man was sitting in a wheelchair, his body was purple, his eyes were covered in blood, and his breath was weak, exactly the same as the symptoms of the patient on the bed.

Zhang Xuan observed that the middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair had a thick layer of calluses on his tiger's mouth. This was definitely not a farm worker, and his knuckles were much thicker than ordinary people. He was a trainer.

Zhang Xuan walked forward, grabbed the wrist of the wheelchair man, and gently sensed it at his pulse, "Your pulse is leaping faster, not only poisoned, but also injured?"

The man in the wheelchair nodded weakly.

"It was the two of them, they both injured my dad!" The beauty stared at the woman in the ward with hatred in her eyes.

"Tell me the specific situation. Isn't this the poison caused by herbs?" Zhang Xuan looked again. There were many small wounds on the neck of the wheelchair man.
Chapter completed!