My system, you can't mess with it

Chapter 14 is late

At this moment, Wu Tianming's face was livid outside the ward: "Dean Zhang is fine, but he asked a passer-by to operate on my son. Are you looking down on me, Wu Tianming, or is it that passers-by do all the operations in your hospital?"

Wu Tianming's face was very ugly. Just now he received a call that his son was in a car accident and was seriously injured.

He rushed to the hospital in a hurry, thinking that in his capacity, the hospital would organize the strongest lineup to treat his son, but in the end he asked a passerby to perform the operation on his son.

Sun Hong was already howling aside like a shrew: "What are you doing? There are so many doctors and experts, and you actually let a passer-by operate on my son. You are disregarding human life..."

"This..." Dean Zhang's expression was also extremely embarrassing, and his heart had sunk to the bottom at this moment.

Where did this passer-by come from? Who gave him the confidence to dare to go to the operating table, and still operate on such an important patient.

Elder Wei was still calm: "Let me look at the examination results. Since he dared to push the patient into the operating room, the patient's condition should not be serious."

"Not too heavy?" Zhang Tao looked bitter.

Nima vomited blood profusely, it's not too heavy, probably everyone should have died by now!
Mr. Wei put on his glasses, and when he saw more than a dozen test results in his hand, his face became more and more ugly.

The patient's condition is very serious. Even he can only do his best and obey the destiny, and the success rate is not even [-]% sure.

"Old Wei? How is my son?" Wu Tianming asked nervously.

"This..." Elder Wei didn't know what to say.

He originally wanted to tell the other party to go back and prepare for the funeral, but after thinking about it, he was more tactful.

"Master Wu's injury is serious, I'm afraid..."

Sun Hong suddenly burst into tears: "The injury is serious, so what are you still doing here? Why don't you go in and save my son? You asked a passer-by to operate on my son. Isn't that murder? If my son can't live , I want you all to eat and walk around.”

Looking at Sun Hong who was behaving in front of him, Old Wei frowned.

As an authoritative expert in the medical field in Shanghai, even the leaders of the city would be courteous when they saw him, but this woman in front of him yelled at him because she had a little money, how could he have suffered such anger.

In the operating room, Xia Xing finally completed the operation.

He wiped his sweat and found that in just one hour, his hatred value had soared to more than 1000. What a bumper harvest!
Among them, the hatred values ​​of Zhang Danian, Wu Tianming, Sun Hong, and Zhang Tao all soared to 999+ continuously, which made Xia Xing so happy!
These guys are really good people!
At this time Wu Cong woke up, Xia Xing asked, "Touch your thigh to see if you feel it."

Wu Cong nodded, and touched his thigh a few times, "Oh! It's smooth and tender, it feels quite good!"

Xu Wei on the side said depressedly: "I want you to touch your own legs, not mine!"

……

Xia Xing walked out of the operating room, when everyone surrounded him.

"You are late." Xia Xing looked at the crowd and shook his head.

"Why is it late?" Wu Tianming and Sun Hong's faces paled immediately, especially Sun Hong almost fainted.

"Boy, you are so brave. Who gave you the right to operate on the patient? You know who is lying in it. This is murder. You have to take full responsibility for this medical accident."

Dean Zhang pointed at Xia Xing and shouted angrily.

Xia Xing smiled faintly: "Actually, what I mean is that you are late, and the patient has already been cured by me."

"Healed?"

Did Xia Xing's words stun everyone? Is it right for you to pant in such a dangerous situation?

Everyone hurried into the operating room.

At first, everyone thought that even if Wu Cong didn't die, he would have an infusion tube tied or a dying expression.

But seeing the scene inside, everyone was stunned.

Wu Cong was leaning on the bed and chatting with Xu Wei.

Xu Wei is conducting an exclusive interview with a recording pen in one hand.

"Mr. Wu Cong, do you have any pressure as a national husband?" Xu Wei asked.

"Of course there is pressure. There are so many Internet celebrities, I really don't know which one to choose." Wu Cong said with a sigh.

(End of this chapter)