Chapter 178 Misdiagnosis

In the hospital.

As soon as she got out of the elevator, Jiang Xirou rushed to the door of the operating room, where the lights were still on.

She was breathing heavily, holding on to the wall with one hand, trying not to slide down.

Ye Jinmo followed behind her, patted her on the back and helped her calm down.

"It'll be fine..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the operating room was pushed open and a doctor walked out.

Jiang Xirou hurried forward: "Doctor, how is my mother?"

The doctor shook his head regretfully: "We have tried our best."

The next second, her mind went blank, and all the strength in her body seemed to be drained away. Her legs and feet went limp, and she fainted.

Ye Jinmo hurriedly supported her: "Senior Xirou!"

Jiang Xirou burst into tears and shook her head, unable to believe this ending: "What on earth happened?"

The doctor sighed, "The patient suffered a severe shock and suddenly fainted. In addition, she was already in poor health, so... I am deeply sorry."

After saying that, the doctor left.

Jiang Xirou fainted and lost consciousness.

"Senior! Senior!"

After a period of chaos, she was sent to the ward for infusion.

Qian Tengyue and Tan Qinghuan also rushed to the hospital after receiving the news.

Seeing them come in, Ye Jinmo stood up and said, "Take care of Senior Sister Xirou. I'm going to go out for a while."

"Where are you going?" Tan Qinghuan stopped her.

"I suspect there's something fishy about her mother's death."

Ye Jinmo frowned as she recalled the entire incident.

Always feels weird!

It took no more than half an hour from the time I received the call to the time I arrived at the hospital.

As soon as she and Jiang Xirou arrived at the door of the operating room, they were notified that the person was dead. Isn't this a bit too fast?

Previous cases showed that the patient had uremia, but he had been insisting on dialysis treatment and the condition was well controlled.

He died suddenly from a chronic disease while in the hospital. It just doesn't seem right no matter how I think about it.

Tan Qinghuan said: "I'll go with you!"

The two walked all the way to the morgue, which was a very remote place and usually no one came here.

As soon as I reached the door, I felt a gust of cold air.

Patients who have just died will stay here for a while.

They arrived at the right time; the door was open and a nurse was pushing a bed inside.

There is a name tag hanging at the end of the bed.

"Excuse me, can I see her?" Ye Jinmo stepped forward.

"Are you the patient's family member?" The nurse seemed a little hesitant.

"She is my friend's mother. My friend has fainted due to excessive grief. I am here to see her off for the last time. We will be out soon."

"Okay then... I'll wait for you at the door."

The morgue was eerie. She and Tan Qinghuan stood beside the bed and lifted the white cloth covering it.

The patient looked like he was asleep, his face was pale but his lips were slightly red.

Tan Qinghuan placed his finger under the patient's nose, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He looked towards the door, quickly retracted his gaze, and mouthed: Still breathing!

Ye Jinmo touched the patient's wrist and sure enough, there was still a weak pulse.

This person is not dead at all!

But his internal organs were severely damaged and he would soon die!

In a hurry, she tore open her hospital gown, aimed at the acupuncture site, and directly inserted nine silver needles.

Tan Qinghuan watched this smooth series of movements and once again felt a surge of admiration for his friend.

She has also read a lot of medical books during this period. Ye Jinmo is now using the Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Needle Method, which has miraculous effects on patients on the verge of death!

This acupuncture method was later used by major hospitals to rescue patients, but there were very few people who could master this acupuncture method, and most of them were veteran Chinese medicine practitioners.

After the acupuncture was finished, Ye Jinmo held the patient's wrist again, and the weak pulse was gradually getting stronger.

Even though the changes are small, they are starting to have an effect.

Tan Qinghuan whispered, "Jinmo, should we go tell my doctor that she is not dead?"

Ye Jinmo nodded seriously, covered the room with the white cloth again, and prepared to leave.

Just as the two of them were about to leave, footsteps were heard outside the door, followed by harsh questions.

"How long can it take you to deliver a body? The door is still open. Didn't I tell you to close the door immediately after putting the body in?"

It was a man's voice.

"Director Wang, I'm sorry, it's the deceased's family who wants to visit, so I..."

"Don't you know the hospital's rules and regulations? Are you expecting to be fired?"

Hearing this, Ye Jinmo walked out.

"I insisted on coming in," she raised her eyes to the white coat in front of her, "The patient has not lost any vital signs. I suggest rescuing him immediately!"

Hearing this, Director Wang was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you saying that our hospital pushed a living person into the morgue?"

"I'm saying that you misdiagnosed him. The patient is just in shock, not dead. It's still not too late to save him."

"Impossible!" Director Wang said, and signaled the nurse to close the door quickly.

"Arrange cremation as soon as possible!"

Ye Jinmo caught up with him: "You are being irresponsible! You..."

"Hey, why is classmate Ye here?"

Before she finished speaking, she saw a figure walking towards her not far away.

Jiang Xiwen was holding a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums in her hand.

Ye Jinmo's expression darkened and she glanced at Juhua.

"I came to see my aunt." Jiang Xiwen showed a sad look on his face. "She is still so young. What will happen to Rourou if she leaves?"

Ye Jinmo was too lazy to talk to her, so she just walked around her and glanced at Director Wang: "I'll go find your dean!"

"What happened?" Jiang Xiwen asked.

Director Wang was so anxious that he was sweating: "We have already determined that the patient is brain dead, but she insisted that he is not dead!"

"Do you know what responsibility you will have to bear for misdiagnosing a patient in shock as dead?" Ye Jinmo pursed her lips and looked at the time. The most urgent task now was to save the patient first.

Jiang Xiwen was surprised, then sighed, stepped forward and patted her shoulder, pretending to comfort her: "Student Ye, don't say that. You want to be a doctor in the future. I understand that you are grieving, but the dead cannot be resurrected."

Tan Qinghuan could no longer bear it: "Jinmo has already said that the person is not dead. Why do you really want your aunt to get into trouble? I'll go call the dean over now!"

Director Wang stopped her, "You can't go! I didn't expect that the nurses would let you in to mourn the deceased. But you are so young and don't learn your lesson. You are slandering others here. I have no grudge against you. Why do you want to ruin my life?"

After a pause, he pointed at the nurse and said, "She is not much older than you. If you make such a fuss, she may lose her job. Will you feel relieved if you see the person who helped you lose her job?"

After saying that, he glanced at Jiang Xiwen calmly and winked at her secretly.

"Student Ye, let me go in and take a look. If what you said is true, we will rescue him immediately!"

Having said that, Jiang Xiwen walked towards the morgue.

There was a fierce look in her eyes. If Jiang Xirou dared to trick her, she would definitely retaliate severely and would not let Ye Jinmo interrupt!

Before Ye Jinmo could take the next step, an old voice came from the end of the corridor.

"It's so embarrassing to make a scene outside the morgue!"