Chapter 296
"Is there a patient?" Henry immediately saw it through.
"Yes." President Ma nodded without any disguise. "It is said that he was identally poisoned when
picking herbs. Our hospital has been checking him for seven hours, but there is no solution at all.
We can only rely on you."
Henry was not in a hurry to say yes, but asked, "Where does the patiente from?"
"Well..." President Ma shook his head. "I don''t know either."
"Let''s see." Henry gave President Ma an ambiguous answer.
He hurriedly led the way and took Henry to the ward.
When he was still at the door of the ward, Henry heard a scolding voiceing from the ward.
"You quack doctors, how can you have the courage to live in this world? Do you know who my
husband is? If anything happens to my husband, I want all of you to get out of here and revoke your
medical licenses!"
"A bunch of good-for-nothings! Good-for-nothings!"
Listening to this scolding, Henry frowned. His medical practice of saving people depended on his
mood. Only those who made contributions to the society, or those who Henry liked, would receive
his help. But now, the person inside was obviously not that kind.
"Don''t you know anything about him?" Henry asked. Generally speaking, a person who dared to be
so arrogant would reveal their identity in the first ce.
"I really don''t know." President Ma gave a wry smile. "It''s just that the head of the Health Bureau
called me at midnightst night and asked me to take special care of him."
"Okay, let''s see." Henry nodded and pushed the door open and walked into the ward.
There were many doctors in the ward. Last time, Henry removed the tumour for Mn, which made
him quite famous in the hospital. When those doctors who were helpless saw himing, they
looked more or less relieved. With the help of this highly-skilled doctor, there should be no problem.
Henry nced at the patient lying on the bed.
A middle-aged man had a strong body, which meant that he had practised often. At this moment his
body was covered with a dark purple colour. His pupils were bloodshot, his breath was weak, and
his body was twitching from time to time. Obviously, he was suffering great pain.
"How did he get poisoned?" Henry asked.
The middle-aged woman nced at Henry and did not speak.
President Ma replied, "While picking herbs."
Henry asked again, "What kind and where?"
"Does this have anything to do with you? What do you think you are doing?" The middle-aged
woman red at Henry.
Like the ounts, doctors always paid attention to a qualification. Of course, a young face like
Henry would not be valued by others.
Henry nced at the middle-aged woman and said nothing. "President Ma, bring me a pack of
silver needles."
President Ma set off in a hurry and quickly took out a pack of silver needles and handed them to
Henry.
Henry took out a silver needle. After ncing at it, he slightly exerted strength on his wrist and
stabbed the tip of the needle into the foot of the middle-aged man''s feet. After gently twisting it
twice, he took it out.
As soon as the needle was pulled out, some ck blood appeared at the middle-aged man''s foot.
Henry frowned and asked again, "I need to know the details, where did he pick the herbs and what
kind of herbs?"
The middle-aged woman frowned and said in a warning tone, "All you need is to cure him, don''t ask
anything you don''t need to know!"
Henry took a deep breath and said, "I need to know the specific situation before I can cure the
patient."
The middle-aged woman ignored Henry. Instead, she looked at President Ma and questioned him,
"Do you have any rules in your hospital? The treatment is enough. Could people like him know
anything?"
"This..." There was a bit of embarrassment on President Ma''s face. When a doctor treated a
disease, he needed to pay attention to the look, listen, ask and check. The asking was a very
important part, but now they were not even willing to say how he was poisoned, which made people
don''t know what to do.
"If you don''t want to say anything, I can''t cure this disease." Henry put down the silver needle.
"President Ma, I''m sorry I can''t do anything about it."
"Well..." How couldn''t President Ma tell that Henry didn''t do his best at all? He said to the middle-
aged woman, "Lady, tell the little master how your husband got poisoned. The little master is a
highly-skilled doctor."
"He? A highly-skilled doctor?" The middle-aged woman nced at Henry with disdain. No matter in
which direction she looked at him, she couldn''t see that Henry looked like a highly-skilled doctor.
"He shouldn''t show off if he can''t do anything, I''m annoyed by such a person!"
"Whatever." Henry smiled indifferently. "President Ma, I''m here today to tell you about the training.
Schedule it this week. Choose a time and inform me."
After Henry finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Before Henry took a few steps, the door of the ward was pushed open by a nurse.
The nurse''s face was full of panic. "Director, another patient ising. The situation is exactly the
same as the patient from thest night!"
When the nurse finished speaking, President Ma and the middle-aged woman''s faces changed at
the same time.
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"Doctor, doctor, please save my father!" A cry sounded outside the ward.
Then, a beautiful little girl who looked about 17 or 18, ran into the ward—the way she was crying
made people feel distressed.
"Hey, your father is still alive? He''s so lucky!" The middle-aged woman in the wardughed.
"It''s you!" The little girl''s eyes were filled with hatred the moment she saw the middle-aged woman.
"It''s you who killed my father. We''re kind enough to help you, but you''re repaying kindness with
ingratitude!"
Henry saw that outside the ward, a middle-aged man was sitting in a wheelchair. His body was also
purple, and his eyes were bloodshot and his breath was weak. He looked exactly the same as the
patient on the bed.
Henry observed that the middle-aged man sitting in the wheelchair had a thickyer of calluses on
his purlicue. He was not the farmer for sure, and his finger joints were much thicker than ordinary
people. He was a practising master.
Henry stepped forward, grabbed the wrist of the man in the wheelchair, and gently felt his pulse.
"Your pulse is faster. Not only are you poisoned, but you are also injured?"
The wheelchair man nodded feebly.
"It''s them. They hurt my father!" The beautiful girl red at the woman in the ward with hatred in her
eyes.
"Tell me the details. He is not poisoned by picking herbs, isn''t he?" Henry looked at him again and
found that there were many tiny wounds on the man''s neck in the wheelchair.
"Of course not!" The beauty shook her head vigorously. "My father is an antique collector. Some
time ago, there was a newly discovered cultural relic in the desert, and my father specifically went
there for it. Last night, when these two people''s car broke down, my father took them with him
kindly. But who knew that they had already schemed my father''s in order to get the relic, so my
father fought with them. But my father became like this after he was injured. It was them. They
poisoned my father!"