The strongest little magician

Chapter 907 Error
"Yeah? Doctor Zhang is right. A relative in my family just died of a heart attack. He died before the ambulance arrived. It's impossible for him to be alive after such a long delay."

"Yes, someone in my family also died of a heart attack. It is impossible to wait for such a long time."

……

Others said one after another, and turned their heads because of Zhang Yangguang's words.

"This……"

"What else do you have to say?" Zhang Yangguang smiled, with a faint smile on his face.

That smile fell into Huang Minghai's eyes, and it looked so dazzling.

"Heh, don't be too arrogant. As you said, illnesses are all-encompassing. I'm sure Mr. Taylor is a special exception."

Huang Minghai is still stubbornly stubborn.

But on the other side, the translator, who had long been upset with Huang Minghai, had already confirmed Zhang Yangguang after the conversation just now.

"Hello, Doctor Zhang, it was all my fault just now, I hope you don't take it to heart, this time I hope you can save Mr. Taylor regardless of the past."

He stepped forward, passed Huang Minghai, and begged Zhang Yangguang.

"I'm standing right in front of you, how dare you ignore me?" He cursed, never expecting that the limelight would be completely robbed by Zhang Yangguang.

"Is there any problem with this? You have made a wrong diagnosis. It's good that I didn't argue with you!" The translator sternly reprimanded.

If it wasn't for the fact that there were no other doctors just now, he wouldn't be able to humble himself to Huang Minghai.

"I just said that Mr. Taylor was probably an accident. Did you hear that? Is it possible to listen to him alone? What if something happens to Mr. Taylor? Can you afford it?" Huang Minghai deliberately cut corners.

But one thing to say, his words really scared the translator.

"I……"

Because of Huang Minghai's words, the translation got tangled up again.

Regarding this, Zhang Yangguang just smiled, walked forward slowly, and came to the side of Mr. Taylor.

He took the other party's pulse carefully, and then looked at Huang Minghai: "Let me ask you a question, what happens to the heartbeat after a heart attack occurs?"

"Naturally, it was angina pectoris first, followed by physical and mental exhaustion, and gradually exhausted, and it plummeted." Huang Minghai replied.

"Then come here and take the pulse yourself, or let the instrument in your hand measure and see Mr. Taylor's heartbeat." Zhang Yangguang said.

Huang Minghai didn't understand Zhang Yangguang's intention for a while, and he looked at Zhang Yangguang warily.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the instrument in his hand and measured Mr. Taylor's heartbeat.

The next second, he was shocked, and Mr. Taylor was unconscious. Although his heartbeat gradually slowed down, it did not decline in a straight line, but slowed down regularly.

"How is this possible?" His eyes were full of shock, and he looked at Zhang Yangguang in surprise.

"This is absolutely false!" He muttered to himself, quickly squatted down, and checked his pulse himself, but the result was the same.

"Why are you taking your own pulse? Didn't you keep saying that you believed in the instrument in your hand?" Zhang Yangguang continued, and Huang Minghai was speechless.

"What's none of your business? Why do you ask me every time, let me ask you first this time!" Huang Minghai said with a guilty conscience, making it clear that he was not confident in the results of his inspection.

"Since you keep declaring that Mr. Taylor didn't have a heart attack, and you say it so clearly, then let me ask you, why did Mr. Taylor fall to the ground?" Huang Minghai asked.

(End of this chapter)