The temptation behind gentleness

"What do you mean?" Sun Zhigang raised his eyebrows.

Gao Xintian immediately explained.

"Mr. Feng's condition is so bad, there's almost no chance of saving him," he said.

"Why not let Su Fan try? If he really can cure him, it will be our hospital's achievement. Chairman Feng will definitely not treat us badly. If it can't be cured, then good, we can push all the responsibility onto Su Fan. Our hospital won't have to take any blame, and we can rightfully drive Su Fan away. Wouldn't that kill two birds with one stone?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhigang's eyes lit up immediately.

"Very good, very good, Vice Director Gao, you've been in this position for seven or eight years now. Now that Bai Man has been suspended, the position of chief director is vacant. As long as you can help me drive Su Fan away, I promise, I will definitely find a way to support you in becoming the director of the emergency department," Sun Zhigang agreed.

The two hit it off immediately.

Sun Zhigang then addressed the other medical staff in the emergency room.

"Since our famous Divine Doctor Su insists on stepping in, then we can't stop him from performing," he said.

"Everyone, please leave."

"Su Fan, I think, maybe let's just not do this?"

Although Luo Ya was somewhat naive, she wasn't foolish and could sense that something was off, so she worriedly advised Su Fan.

Su Fan didn't care at all.

"I know they have bad intentions, but, I'm a doctor. Treating patients and saving lives is my duty," he said.

"You go out too. Don't worry about me, I know what I'm doing."

Reluctantly, Luo Ya then left the emergency room.

Su Fan locked the door behind her.

He began the treatment with silver needles.

He inserted the needles into Feng Tian's body one by one, stimulating his failing organs, while transferring his own True Qi through the needles into Feng Tian's body to nourish it.

Feng Tian's condition gradually improved.

Half an hour later.

A group of people rushed to the door of the emergency room.

The first to arrive was a man in his fifties or sixties, slightly overweight, and bald, accompanied by a glamorous wealthy lady and several black-clad bodyguards, followed by an old man with white hair and a youthful face.

"My son, where is my son?" the wealthy lady cried frantically.

Feng Tian's parents had arrived.

The bald middle-aged man was none other than Feng Zhenghua, one of the top ten richest men in Yang City.

In this part of Yang City, he held a very high status.

Zhang Haitao, hearing the news, rushed over to greet him, bowing and scraping.

"Chairman Feng, it's an honor to meet you," he said.

Zhang Haitao tried to shake hands with Feng Zhenghua, but Feng Zhenghua didn't give him the courtesy.

"Save the pleasantries. Where's my son, how is he doing?" he asked.

Zhang Haitao smiled awkwardly.

"The young master's condition is very critical, um, we've already organized a team that's working on it..." he said.

"Resuscitation?"

"Who told you to resuscitate him? Didn't I make it clear over the phone to wait? I've already brought Divine Doctor Tang with me. If your resuscitation fails and delays Divine Doctor Tang's treatment, can you afford the consequences if something happens to my son?" Feng Zhenghua's wife shouted angrily, stomping her foot.

At this moment, Zhang Haitao and the others also noticed the white-haired old man who had come with Mr. and Mrs. Feng Zhenghua.

"Ah, it's truly the Great Bear of our Chinese medicine community, Tang Sanchun, Divine Doctor Tang."

"I've listened to your lectures before. It's an honor to meet you," said Zhang Haitao excitedly as he shook hands with Tang Sanchun.

Tang Sanchun's attitude was perfunctory and indifferent.

After all, with his status, someone like Zhang Haitao, the director of a city hospital, really didn't count for much.

"We're pressed for time. I need to see the patient now," he said.

"I'm sorry, Divine Doctor Tang, the door of the emergency room is locked, and we can't get in," Zhang Haitao said, visibly uneasy.