Female President's Protector

San Niang rushed over from the No. [-] People's Hospital in the city, and found that Zhang Yi had already been waiting outside the ward. She couldn't help feeling warm, and walked over with a smile: "My friend!"

"Are you tired?" Zhang Yi said softly, putting the woman's sideburns behind her ears.

Sanniang shook her head lightly, looked into the ward through the glass on the door, and found a pale woman lying on the bed, she couldn't help but look strange: "So you're showing mercy again."

Zhang Yi smiled bitterly, rolled his eyes, and slowly told Sanniang about Zeng Xuewen's two sisters.

After a long time, Sanniang felt compassion, her beautiful eyes flushed red: "Damn capitalist human beings, do they just abandon their children so cruelly?"

Zhang Yi shrugged and said helplessly: "Everyone has the right to choose, we can't blame anyone."

"Why do many people work hard all their lives and can't compare with some rich kids, so what's the point of their hard work?" Sanniang looked at the door of the ward with red eyes, and whispered in a low voice.

The corner of Zhang Yi's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly, "If you work hard just to compare with the rich kids, then it's really meaningless."

Sanniang was startled, looked at Zhang Yi strangely, and said strangely, "When did you understand such profound philosophies?"

Zhang Yiling gave Sanniang a blank look, and said helplessly: "Actually, many things are just a matter of mentality. We basically can't change anyone. The sky will light up when the rooster crows, and the sky will still light up when the rooster does not crow. It will still light up if the rooster does not light up. Well, the question is, who wakes up."

"Okay, let's go in and see how she is." Before Sanniang could speak, Zhang Yi said bitterly, otherwise he must have been teased by this woman again.

Sanniang naturally knew the seriousness of the matter, so she nodded her pretty face, opened the door of the ward and walked in.

Zhang Yi rubbed his nose habitually, and followed him into the ward.

Seeing Zhang Yi and Sanniang coming in, Zhang Wanling stood up from the stool, pursed her lips and said, "Xiao Yi, quickly show Miss Zeng."

"Don't worry, as long as it's not late, Sanniang can handle it." Zhang Yi said flatteringly.

Hearing this, Sanniang gave Zhang Yi a gouged look, then walked to the hospital bed and said softly, "You don't need to be too nervous."

Leukemia is a kind of malignant clonal disease of hematopoietic stem cells. Clonal leukemia cells proliferate and accumulate in bone marrow and other hematopoietic tissues due to mechanisms such as uncontrolled proliferation, differentiation disorder, and apoptosis inhibition, and infiltrate other tissues and organs. At the same time, normal hematopoiesis is inhibited. .

After Sanniang took Zeng Xuewen's pulse first, her eyebrows were lightly frowned, her expression solemn.

After a long time, he sighed and said, "The hematopoietic function has been severely damaged. Even with western medicine, it can only control the condition and stop it from getting worse."

"Leukemia of the nervous system?" Zhang Yi was stunned and asked solemnly.

"Correct."

Sanniang looked at Zhang Yi solemnly, exhaled lightly, and said slowly: "My friend, I will give you the Jiulian Needle, and you will give her the needle."

"Sanniang..."

"Now is not the time to argue, only you have the strength to cure her." Sanniang said with firm eyes without giving Zhang Yi a chance to speak.

Zhang Yi nodded heavily, Sanniang's meaning couldn't be more obvious, to inject true energy into Zeng Xuewen's body through the lotus needle, so that the hematopoietic function can be restored, and then the follow-up work can be carried out.

If this is not the case, even chemotherapy is not a cure for the symptoms.

It's not that she refuses to give needles, but that her strength has not reached this level. After all, she has not practiced the art of stars, and her level is only at the fifth level of the day after tomorrow. She is really helpless.

"Who are you, who told you to touch the patient casually?" At this moment, an unhappy voice came.

Following the prestige, I saw a middle-aged man in a white coat glaring at Zhang Yi and the others, followed by a nurse.

"Are you Zeng Xuewen's attending doctor?" Zhang Yi frowned slightly, he was very upset by the doctor's rudeness.

The middle-aged doctor nodded: "Yes, you are family members, right?"

Just as Zhang Yi was about to say something, Sanniang walked up to him first, her voice was a little cold: "Now all of Zeng Xuewen's treatment is not under your control, you are only responsible for providing wards and monitors."

"You..." The middle-aged doctor was taken aback, with a bit of anger flashing between his brows: "What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand Mandarin?" Sanniang didn't bother to explain so much. She knew better than anyone else about the chemical treatment of Western medicine. It not only aggravated the suffering of patients, but also failed to cure them. All the doctors want you to stay in the hospital for a longer time. In China, she doesn't know how many doctors really help patients with the mentality of a doctor.

"Hmph, since I'm her attending doctor at our city's first hospital, I'll be in charge of her condition." The middle-aged doctor took a deep breath, as if suppressing the anger in his heart, and said ferociously.

"Boom out!"

For Sanniang, simple and rude is the most effective method.

No, when she thought of that cold voice, two black shadows appeared out of nowhere, directly picked up the middle-aged doctor, and threw him outside quite cooperatively.

"..."

"..."

Zhang Yi smiled helplessly, while Zhang Wanling and Zeng Xuewen's eyes widened, full of disbelief, and the eyes they looked at Sanniang completely changed.

Sanniang noticed the vision of everyone, covered her mouth and smiled, and said softly: "These people are like this, the more polite you are to him, the more arrogant he will be."

Zhang Wanling's autumn-like eyes blinked, and then she took a deep look at Zhang Yi, and nodded with deep meaning.

She knew that the biggest reason why Sanniang was so different from just now was because of this guy.

But she didn't worry too much. When she was discharged from the hospital, that Qin Feihai also came to make trouble, and wasn't her younger brother solved it?

Even the dean's son can't do anything about them, what is a little doctor?

In other words, in the eyes of Sanniang and Zhang Yi, that doctor is not even an ant.

"Okay, return to peace, enemy, let's give the needle." Sanniang looked at Zhang Yi tenderly, and said softly.

Immediately, she stretched out her slender right hand, and after a while, a person from the Temple of Slaughter took out a box and handed it to her.

"This is the master's lotus needle. Whether Ms. Zeng is safe or not depends entirely on you." Sanniang handed the nine lotus needle to Zhang Yi without saying a word.

The corners of Zhang Yi's mouth twitched into a smile, teasing: "Sanniang, this is the master's treasure. If you let him know that you handed it over to others easily, will he be so angry that he will blow his beard and stare?"

Sanniang looked at Zhang Yi quietly: "I am all yours, let alone these."

"I……"

"Besides, are you someone else? You are my brother." Sanniang rolled her eyes and said playfully.

Zhang Yi was helpless for a while: "You have breasts, but I have a younger brother?"

"Yes!" Sanniang snapped her fingers, and then saw Zeng Xuewen on the bed sadly, and said with a half-smile: "Go, I'll give you a chance to be courteous!"