The dean was embarrassed, but still said vaguely: "Teach...Teach."

Although the experts didn't say anything, their expressions were very ugly.

Lin Han spoke in a clear and loud voice, rebuking:

"You all call yourself experts and professors, but how many of you actually treat patients with real skills and knowledge?"

"The hospital has a lot of advanced equipment. Whenever there is a patient, you must first have him tested, CT, B-ultrasound, and various blood and urine tests. Only after you have done all of them, can you draw a conclusion."

"Finally, just follow the script, prescribe some strong medicine for the patient, and everything will be fine?"

"Actually, who among you knows how to diagnose a disease?"

These words made more than a dozen experts at the scene ashamed and they lowered their heads and dared not speak.

"You say it's Western medicine, but then you deny all the achievements of Chinese medicine. When you encounter such a patient, you are helpless!"

Lin Han pointed them out and spoke freely.

Director Wang, who was taught a lesson by him, was still a little unconvinced.

"If you don't use any instruments, you won't have to use your eyes to see it!"

"Then the lung CT scans of these two patients showed no problems. How are you going to treat them?"

Lin Han asked back sternly.

“This… uh…”

Director Wang was dumbfounded, with his mouth half open, not knowing how to answer.

Yan Qingshan looked at the dozen or so experts and was speechless after hearing what Lin Han said.

I know that this time, they really found a master.

Accompanied by his son and daughter-in-law, Yan Qingshan walked step by step to Lin Han, then bowed.

"Master Lin Han, Yan Qingshan asks you to move and go to the hospital to see my grandson!"

"If the Yan family's wealth is not enough for you to control, my wife's Jin family's connections are also willing to serve you!"

Buzz...

In the small antique shop, discussions arose again.

It is said that the Jin family came to Siping from Shangjing, and their connections are spread all over the country.

The Shu family is just a younger brother in front of the Jin family.

The Yan family’s assets plus the Jin family’s connections!

If Lin Han can really cure Yan's grandson, it almost means that he will soon control the entire upper-class social resources of Siping City!

What a beautiful scenery!

Lin Han stepped forward and helped Yan Qingshan up.

"Mr. Yan, I will do my best!"

"Really? Thank you, Master Lin! Thank you!"

Yan Qingshan, his son and his daughter-in-law were all extremely surprised. All their despair and depression were gone and they felt like they were reborn!

Immediately, Lin Han and Mr. Zhang were invited to get on Yan Qingshan’s special car.

Behind them followed the director of Tianyou Hospital and almost all the professors from Siping City Hospital.

Three cars drove smoothly out of the Antique Street and headed towards Tianyou Hospital.

Twenty minutes later, they entered the green channel opened by the hospital for Yan Qingshan's grandson.

The crowd surrounded Lin Han and Mr. Zhang, and behind them were the Yan family's father and son, who looked anxious and expectant.

Behind them are the president and chief professor of Tianyou Hospital.

The group walked outside the intensive care unit and stopped.

The Yan family is very wealthy and powerful. If an ordinary person stays in a intensive care unit like this for just one day, their wealth will be gone.

And the grandson of the Yan family has lived here for more than a month.

In the pale ward, a little boy was lying on the bed.

The boy was wrapped in a nasogastric feeding tube, an infusion tube, a blood pressure monitor and various instruments and plastic tubes.

Under the thin sheets, the small body looks particularly miserable.

When Yan's son and daughter-in-law saw this scene, they covered their faces and cried.

Yan Qingshan's eyes were red, but he was still able to suppress his grief and speak.

"My grandson has lived here for more than a month! My poor grandson! Master Lin Han, you must save him!"

Lin Han patted his arm, signaling him not to worry too much.

Later, several people changed into sterile clothing and entered the ward.

Lin Han led the way, followed by Mr. Zhang and the doctors.

Looking closer, the boy's condition was even worse than that of the middle-aged man.

Middle-aged men still have some mobility.

The boy in front of him was like a vegetable.

Only the heart is still beating!

Lin Han slowly pulled down the sheet covering the child.

"ah!"

Everyone screamed in surprise, and some of the younger ones subconsciously covered their mouths.

The boy's belly was slightly bulging, and his blood vessels protruded from under his pale skin like green tree roots.

It's simply horrifying.

Yan Qingshan could hardly stand. If it weren't for the support of someone next to him, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Master Lin Han! Save my grandson!"

Lin Han didn't have time to answer.

Today, the boy is actually only left with a machine holding him to his last breath.

One minute longer delay and the boy might die!

Even if he is rescued, he will still be unconscious!

"Mr. Zhang, golden needle."

Lin Han groped the boy's belly with his two long fingers.

Finally, I found the slightly concave place in the center of the chest cavity, below the ribs.

Lin Han didn't even turn his head and took the golden needle handed to him by Mr. Zhang with his left hand.

Under the gaze of everyone, he inserted the long golden needle into the depression.

The dean and experts behind him gasped.

As doctors, they have also seen traditional Chinese medicine use gold needles.

But I never felt it was useful.

So what about golden needles?

It may be possible to clear the meridians and make people feel more comfortable.

But to really cure diseases is simply a fantasy.

Otherwise, Chinese medicine would not have been squeezed out by Western medicine and had no place to stand!

While everyone was puzzled, a beeping sound appeared on the heart monitor.

Lower blood pressure and heart rate!

Blood pressure 70...65...47...

"Oh no! Lin Han, your blood pressure is dropping!"

"The child is dying!"

"The heart rate is too low! Something went wrong!"

For a moment, the hospital director and the doctors were in a mess. They surrounded the child's bed, looking at the pupils and preparing to perform chest compressions.

"Get out of my way!"

Lin Han shouted, pointing at a doctor who was still trying to move, "Get out of the way! Will you be responsible if something goes wrong?"

The doctor was so frightened that he dared not move and retreated aside in embarrassment.

Lin Han looked at the monitor and took the second golden needle handed to him by Mr. Zhang.

Just when he was about to insert the needle.

A tumor the size of a soybean appeared within the blue blood vessels on the boy's chest and abdomen.

The tumor seemed to be afraid of the golden needle. Wherever the golden needle went, it would quickly run away.

Lin Han muttered to himself: "Great, this lupus has eyes!"

Mr. Zhang said behind him: "Stop!"

The two men stretched out two fingers, and like lightning, they intercepted the two ends of the tumor's movement.

The next moment, Lin Han aimed at the tumor and inserted the golden needle.

There was only a stabbing sound.

The golden needle, which was about twenty centimeters long, only went down a dozen centimeters, leaving only a few centimeters of the silver tail outside.

The doctors' eyes widened and their mouths looked like eggs.

But they, as experts and professors, have never seen such a wonder!

Drop by drop…drop…

Almost at the same time, the alarm sound in the monitor gradually disappeared.

When everyone looked again, blood pressure and heart rate had returned to normal.

Yan Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief. After all, his grandson was not dead.

However, after two injections, there was no other change in my grandson's condition except for unstable blood pressure and heart rate.

These two injections... don't seem to have any effect!

"Master Lin...what should we do next?"