The president brought the third one to the top, and she gave him a big pussy

"Doctor Lin, according to your request, our hospital will hire you first! This will also provide a guarantee for the hospital and Mr. Jiang."

The dean could no longer wait for Lin Yang to come to him to sign a contract and join the company. Mr. Jiang had already agreed to let Lin Yang treat General Jiang.

Whether the patient can be cured is none of his business as the dean, but since Lin Yang has connections with the Jiang family, she is too lazy to negotiate terms with him and might even refuse to work for him even if he specially hires her.

Now he is not qualified to negotiate with Lin Yang, he can only settle for the second best, as long as she has a relationship with the hospital.

Besides, Gu Chiyan didn't say whether Lin Yang would come back to work in the hospital as a specially-appointed doctor or a full-time attending doctor. As long as he could make Lin Yang have some connection with the hospital, it would alleviate Mr. Gu's embarrassment.

The Human Resources Department also hurriedly brought the contract at this time.

The dean immediately handed it to Lin Yang.

Lin Yang glanced at him.

"Doctor Lin, although Mr. Jiang agreed to let you treat General Jiang, the general is still a patient of our hospital. As the dean, I must be considerate and the hospital must bear the risk. If you sign this special doctor contract, you will be a part of our hospital, and I will have the right to let you in to see the doctor."

Lin Yang took the pen, glanced at the contract, and then signed his name.

Lin Yang treated him while the others waited outside.

The wide glass window wall allows you to see everything inside the ICU, including Lin Yang's every move.

Jiang Qing and others were outside, tense and waiting for news.

Professor Wu did not take Lin Yang seriously at all, and Fan Zhitao intentionally or unintentionally mocked the backwardness and incompetence of traditional Chinese medicine with other doctors.

At this time, Song Xingzhu received a call from the president of the Chinese Medicine Association.

He immediately gave him a severe scolding.

"Do you know how difficult it is to revive Chinese medicine? I asked you to teach Chinese doctors to improve their medical skills, not to compete with Western medicine!"

Song Xingzhu pulled the phone further away and waited until the president finished scolding before saying, "President, have you forgotten that Professor Wu belittled our traditional Chinese medicine on social media two years ago and said it was worthless?"

"Now that you have such an opportunity to slap someone in the face, can you back down?"

"Then you have to have this ability! And you are guaranteeing others!"

The president roared. He already knew the patient’s condition. It wasn’t that Chinese medicine couldn’t wake up the unconscious person, but one hour?

Only Hua Tuo could cure the disease and wake the person up!

Song Xingzhu didn't say anything. He looked through the glass window at Lin Yang who was giving an acupuncture to a patient inside.

He was willing to take on everything, but he believed even more that Lin Yang's abilities surpassed those of his master.

Otherwise, the master wouldn't have begged and pleaded with Grandpa Lin to snatch people from him, and even asked them, the group of people who had learned from the master first, to call Lin Yang "Senior Sister"!

"Xiao Song, we have a long way to go in the development of Chinese medicine!" The president said helplessly, "It doesn't matter if we die, but you know if this gets out, our faith in Chinese medicine will collapse, and how many people's faith and confidence in Chinese medicine will be affected?

Especially patients, if they don’t believe in Chinese medicine, then what is the meaning of Chinese medicine’s existence?”

"If we Chinese medicine practitioners make even the slightest mistake, we will be doomed, don't you know that? Now the people in the Western Medicine Association are waiting for us to embarrass ourselves and laugh at us Chinese medicine practitioners!

I'm afraid that our TCM school will enroll even fewer students next year. Are you capable of shouldering the responsibility of restoring TCM?"

"President, do you believe in light?" Song Xingzhu said.

"what?"

“Do you believe that someone is born to be the light that leads the rise of traditional Chinese medicine?”

"speak English!"

"She knows the Qilin Eighteen Needles."

The voice on the phone was trembling. The president said, "That's the person who has studied and understood the incomplete acupuncture method of Lao Zhang's Qilin Eighteen Needles?"

"Yeah." Song Xingzhu nodded, "So you can put your mind at ease."

Most people don’t know what the Eighteen Qilin Needles are, but the president knows. It is a unique acupuncture skill that can revive the dead!

"Ha, ha ha, okay, you must tell me the results later!" Although the president had never seen anyone using the Eighteen Qilin Needles, he had heard that people who used the Eighteen Qilin Needles had extraordinary Chinese medicine skills.

If he had said it earlier, he wouldn't have almost been angered to death by Song Xingzhu.

Lin Yang had a serious expression on her face, and she gave Mr. Jiang an acupuncture treatment steadily. She had no idea what was happening outside.

Although the old man had been in a deep coma for three days, it was still difficult to wake him up.

He fell because the remaining fragments of the bullet damaged his brain nerves and caused him to fall into a deep coma.

If he had surgery, the chances of him waking up would be slim, and even if she used acupuncture on him then, he would not be able to wake up.

A more important reason is that he is old.

Lin Yang raised his hand and looked at the time on his watch. There were still ten minutes left, enough time.

At this moment, a life-threatening alarm suddenly sounded in the intensive care unit.

Hearing this sound, everyone present was suddenly nervous!

"General Jiang's life is in danger!" Professor Wu's face changed and he rushed into the ward.

"grandfather!"

"dad……"

Jiang Xiao and others also rushed into the ward quickly.

Song Xingzhu's face also suddenly sank. He clenched his fingers and quickly entered the ward.

"It's over. Is this what you Chinese medicine practitioners are capable of? Not only did you fail to save the patient, you also killed him..."

At this moment, Lin Yang gave the old man another injection on the top of his head.

Because some needles need to be inserted heavily, they need to be removed after a certain period of time and then the depth of the needle should be re-inserted.

This last step is also completed.

At this moment, Professor Wu rushed in and pulled Lin Yang back without saying anything, yelling at her, "What did you do to General Jiang!"

Fortunately, Lin Yang inserted the needle, otherwise, if he was disturbed like this, the needle would have gone astray and it would have been fatal.

Lin Yang's eyes were cold, and his aura was overwhelming Professor Wu. "Chinese medicine acupuncture is not allowed to be interrupted by anyone. Who let you in?"

"The equipment indicates that the patient is in danger! How dare you question me so confidently?" Professor Wu didn't want to pay attention to Lin Yang. He turned around and shouted to the people behind him, "Prepare for electrotherapy to save the patient."

Lin Yang pointed to the instrument line that she had accidentally knocked off, "It's the heart monitor line that fell off."

Only then did everyone see that the monitoring equipment cable was indeed disconnected.

So the abnormality just now was not that General Jiang was in danger of death...

The atmosphere fell into silence and awkwardness for a moment...

Professor Wu's expression was extremely ugly.

Song Xingzhu's tense heart suddenly relaxed. He was almost scared to death!

He thought Lin Yang had failed.

Lin Yang followed closely and turned off the instrument. She looked at Professor Wu and said in a slow and authoritative voice, "Professor Wu, this is the disadvantage of Western medicine's reliance on instruments. Without the instruments, Western medicine has no idea of ​​the patient's condition."

"Once the equipment fails, can you only declare the patient dead?"

Professor Wu pursed his lips tightly, unable to answer Lin Yang's words for a moment.

"You, what qualifications do you have to question Professor Wu!" Seeing that Lin Yang dared to confront Professor Wu, Fan Zhile immediately scolded him, "How can you know the patient's physical condition without using medical equipment? Do you have the final say on life and death?"

"Now you haven't even woken up the old general doctor, but you dropped the medical equipment. You are so careless, are you qualified to be a doctor?"

Just as he finished cursing.

At this moment, General Jiang suddenly moved his fingers, and then slowly opened his eyes.