NOVEL NEXT Chapter 151: Head of the Zhang Family, Zhang Mengchuang
"Surgery? Who performs surgery in a hallway? Move aside, quickly!"
Zhang Mengchuang clearly didn't believe it and pushed through the crowd, only to be stunned by the scene before him.
He even wondered if he was dreaming.
At the very center of the crowd, he saw his son, Zhang Yu.
His son, Zhang Yu, had fainted, while his wife and a doctor stood by, watching.
A young man was holding surgical tools, constantly working on his son's leg.
Sometimes, he even needed to use silver needles.
The doctors and nurses watching Wang Ye had a kind of intoxicated look in their eyes, as if Wang Ye was not performing surgery but creating a very perfect piece of art on the spot.
"What are you doing? What are all of you doing?"
Zhang Mengchuang came to his senses and became completely frantic.
Isn't this a mess?
Who performs surgery in a hospital corridor?
With so many patients in the hospital hallway, who knows how many germs are being transmitted here, and before the surgery, was there any disinfection done on his son?
All these were unknowns.
"Where have you seen surgery done like this? Is this how Zhengda Affiliate Hospital operates? I trusted you to treat my son, and this is how you handle it?"
Even though Zhang Mengchuang was the Head of the Zhang Family, one of the four major families of Zheng He City, seeing his son being treated in such a way, he couldn't help but curse out loud.
"Why are you still operating? Stop what you're doing and take my son to the operating room. Where is Zhengda Affiliate Hospital's best orthopedic surgeon? I want your best orthopedic surgeon to treat my son!"
As Zhang Mengchuang spoke, he saw that Wang Ye was still operating on his son, and immediately pushed through the crowd, trying to make Wang Ye stop.
Just as Zhang Mengchuang was about to touch Wang Ye, Wang Ye suddenly looked up at him.
Zhang Mengchuang felt a rush of murderous intent flowing from Wang Ye's eyes, and even as the Family Head of one of the four major families in Zheng He City, he felt a moment of heart palpitations in the face of such a gaze and involuntarily took a step back.
Wang Ye, with anger in his voice, scolded Zhang Mengchuang, "Shut up! If your son's leg doesn't get treated now, by the time it reaches the operating room for treatment, your son will spend the rest of his life either sitting or lying down!"
Zhang Mengchuang, recovering from the intimidation of Wang Ye's gaze, felt even more anger rising in his heart.
No one had ever dared to look at him with such eyes, nor had anyone ever spoken to him in such a manner!
It was then that the doctor, engrossed in Wang Ye's surgical techniques, looked up at Zhang Mengchuang and said, "Director Zhang, what he says is indeed true."
"Your son's injury is very severe. If treatment is delayed until reaching the operating room, the chance of a successful treatment will significantly decrease."
Upon hearing the doctor's words, Zhang Mengchuang refrained from interfering with Wang Ye, but spoke to Wang Ye and the doctor in an extremely fierce tone:
"Fine, these are your words, and if my son's leg can't be healed, with the power of the Zhang family, just wait and see what will happen to you!"
After speaking, Zhang Mengchuang turned his gaze to the middle-aged woman and threatened her, "And you! Just watching this scene, doing nothing; if something happens to my son, you'll be the first I'll get rid of!"
The people around, after hearing the conversation between Zhang Mengchuang and the doctors, all scattered a bit, looking at Zhang Mengchuang with some apprehension.
After all, they didn't know before, but now they knew that this person was none other than the head of one of the four great families of Zheng He City, the Zhang family.
They feared getting too close to Zhang Mengchuang, worrying it might displease him.
Even so, some bolder individuals still began to speak up at this moment:
"Who would have thought this is the son of the head of the Zhang family? If this doctor can cure him, it will be somewhat okay, but if he can't..."
"Sigh, this young man is also unlucky. I can feel that this young man had good intentions, but before starting the treatment, he didn't know the patient's identity. Had he known that the patient was the son of the head of the Zhang family, he probably wouldn't have treated him; after all, if something went wrong, it certainly wouldn't end well for him."
"You have to see it as a kind of opportunity, though. If he can cure the illness of the son of the head of the Zhang family, then this young man will not be short of money for the rest of his life."
These bolder passersby discussed among themselves, and their looks towards Wang Ye were filled with expectation.
Twenty minutes later.
Wang Ye stopped his work, though during the process, the pretty young nurse beside Wang Ye would help him wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead and nose whenever they appeared.
But after the entire surgery, there were inevitably some beads of sweat on Wang Ye's forehead.
When the pretty young nurse was about to help wipe these beads of sweat away, Wang Ye turned to her and said, "Thank you, I have just finished the surgery, I can do it myself."
As he spoke, Wang Ye took the handkerchief from the pretty young nurse and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and nose.
Zhang Mengchuang, hearing Wang Ye's words, rushed over to his son's side, and the middle-aged woman also rushed over immediately.
The doctor intervened, "Now is not the time to touch him, we still need to perform some further examinations."
Wang Ye's work during the surgery was truly brilliant, mesmerizing all who were watching, but even so, an examination was still necessary after the surgery.
Especially considering the patient was the son of the head of one of the prestigious families in Zheng He City, the Zhang family.
They needed to be even more careful and meticulous.
The doctor and a group of nurses, pushing the gurney away, left behind only some onlookers, along with Zhang Mengchuang, the middle-aged woman, and Wang Ye.
Zhang Mengchuang looked at Wang Ye and said, "Let me tell you, if you have successfully operated on my son, I guarantee you a life of wealth and honor in your next life."
"But, if you haven't cured my son's leg, it means you overestimated your medical skills, and then, you can forget about living another peaceful day!"
Having said that, Zhang Mengchuang and the middle-aged woman directly followed the doctor and nurses away.
Wang Ye, listening to the words of Zhang Mengchuang and the middle-aged woman, shook his head but wasn't worried about anything.
Wang Ye was very confident in his medical skills.