The phone was hung up, and Ye Fan received calls from Huang Zhendong, Ma Jiacheng, Jin Ningbing and others.
All of them asked Ye Fan to help Du Tianhu's mother.
It can be seen that Du Tianhu is quite popular.
After Ye Fan told him to go for diagnosis and treatment, he called a taxi to go there.
Half an hour later, Ye Fan appeared at Zhonghai First People's Hospital and found that there were many luxury cars in the parking lot, as well as a dozen cars from other hospitals.
"Brother Fan, you are finally here."
Qian Shenghuo, who had been waiting for a long time, came to greet him:
"I'm really troubling you."
Qian Shenghuo put his arm around Ye Fan's shoulders: "I'm so busy with the decoration of the medical center, and I still ask you to come over and bother me. I'm really sorry."
"A little thing."
Ye Fan went straight to the point: "Is the patient's condition serious?"
"It's very serious. Even if more than a dozen experts work together, they can't control the spread of the toxin."
Qian Shenghuo's face was solemn: "The patient was unconscious an hour ago."
"Now Mr. Du is as anxious as a hot ant."
"We also invited Shenghan, a national expert in medicine, to come."
He only knew that Xie Suqin was poisoned and didn't have much time to understand the matter in depth, so he didn't know that it was related to Lin Qiuling.
Ye Fan frowned: "Are toxins so tricky?"
He remembered that Uncle Jia was poisoned three times. Although it was serious, it was not very troublesome.
Qian Shenghuo shook his head:
"The toxin is not violent, but it can't be removed no matter how hard it is, and the patient can't wake up. The police interrogated the suspect, but she couldn't tell."
When Ye Fan heard about the suspect, his heart skipped a beat, and he didn't know how Lin Qiuling was doing.
He didn't have a good impression of Lin Qiuling, and his feelings for the Tang family were gradually weakening. But for Tang Ruoxue's sake, he still didn't want anything to happen to Lin Qiuling.
"Exhaust your connections, say hello to the police, and be kind to the suspect."
Ye Fan said to Qian Shenghuo: "I will help the patient detoxify as soon as possible."
Qian Shenghuo was stunned: "Do you know the suspect?"
Ye Fan said calmly: "My mother-in-law."
"ah--"
Qian Shenghuo was shocked and quickly called.
Ten minutes later, Ye Fan followed Qian Shenghuo to a large special care ward on the third floor of the hospital.
There were many people standing inside and outside the ward, all with sad faces.
When Huang Zhendong saw Ye Fan, his face was full of joy, and he led someone to greet him: "Brother Ye."
Ye Fan nodded without saying anything, walked two steps quickly and leaned against the crowd to listen to the patient's condition.
"I washed my stomach, took medicine, and used serum, but the tests found nothing."
A gray-haired hospital leader spoke to an old man in Tang suit:
"But for some reason, the patient's condition became more and more serious and he even entered a deep coma."
"Maybe something was missed and not detected, or maybe there was a reaction to some drugs."
"I will continue to arrange expert consultations and I believe there will be results soon."
He spoke carefully, and it was obvious that the old man in Tang suit was Du Tianhu.
Du Tianhu was short, thin, and his face was full of wrinkles, but standing there, he was like a gun, making him look unshakable.
In the hearts of Zhonghai people, Du Tianhu is not only an underground emperor, but also a great benefactor.
When he was angry, he could raze a dozen chambers of commerce to the ground; when he was kind, he could tell stories for three days and three nights at the bedside of a child with leukemia.
He doesn't know martial arts, but he has countless masters working hard for him. He lives in seclusion, but he is still a leader in the world.
This prominent name that I had heard for many years now lost its meaning in Ye Fan's heart.
Du Tianhu, whose anger was enough to bleed thousands of miles, was as frightened and out of control as a three-year-old child.
"Waste! Waste!"
At this moment, Du Tianhu, who heard that his condition had become serious, pointed at the doctors and became furious:
"Yesterday it was just drug poisoning, but today your life is hanging by a thread?"
"The patient is still in a coma and cannot wake up."
"Should we say there is something wrong with your medical skills? Or do you think you don't take it seriously?"
"Everyone is usually self-satisfied, but at critical moments they let me down."
"I don't care. Within two hours, you must give the diagnosis results and treatment plan."
"We must come up with a plan, and the results must be good."
"Something's wrong with my mother, and I won't let you quacks go."
"When she dies, I must bury you with her."
Du Tianhu roared like a man-eating tiger.
Huang Zhendong and the others were all silent and in a daze. Mr. Du, who usually took the sky falling calmly, was not at all calm today.
But Ye Fan showed some appreciation. He knew in his heart that Du Tianhu was truly affectionate and filial to his mother.
It is precisely because I care and care that I cannot suppress the fear of loss.
The hospital leader wiped his sweat: "Yes, yes."
The rest of the people were also sweating from behind.
Everyone knows that Du Tianhu is decisive and resolute, but if something goes wrong, his career will be over.
"Yao Lao is here."
At this moment, the elevator made a sound, and then five or six people walked out.
Walking in front was an old man in a suit, with white hair and a boyish face, bright eyes, and looked very elegant.
A group of doctors immediately shouted and then greeted him.
Du Tianhu calmed down his emotions and strode to Yao Shenghan:
"Yao Lao, Yao Lao, you're finally here. I'm really sorry for asking you to fly back from the capital early."
He stepped forward and took Yaolao's hand, shaking it vigorously.
Seeing Ye Fan's curiosity, Qian Shenghuo explained in a low voice: "Yao Lao, Yao Shenghan, a master of elixirs and a consultant of Baihua Pharmaceutical."
"It's because he wants to meet you and ask about the source of the secret recipe for Shame Flower."
"It's just that you don't want to see him, so he doesn't dare to bother you."
"In his early years, he, Sun Shengshou, and Gongsun Yuan were known as the Three Kings of Zhonghai, the King of Medicine, the King of Acupuncture, and the King of Medicine."
He smiled: "Mother Du was poisoned, so Mr. Du invited her back overnight. With his help, he can probably resolve the poison."
Ye Fan nodded: "It seems that he is indeed a good person."
"Mr. Du, everyone, stop gossiping."
At this time, Yao Shenghan was waving his hands crisply: "Let me take a look at the patient first."
Du Tianhu said repeatedly: "Okay, Mr. Yao, please come here."
Yao Shenghan led people into the ward, and the door and corridor were suddenly filled with people.
Ye Fan and Qian Shenghuo squeezed for five minutes before reaching the front.
Before he could stand firm, Yao Shenghan stood up from the side of the hospital bed:
"Mr. Du, I can cure it."
"But... a narrow escape from death!"
A narrow escape?
The atmosphere fell, and the entire ward and corridor fell silent.
Ye Fan, who had squeezed to the front, was also surprised, and then focused his gaze on the situation in the room.
I saw an eighty-year-old man lying on a large hospital bed in front of him, dressed in luxury and with a peaceful look on his face.
Zhaohua passed away, but she never experienced too many vicissitudes of life.
Although she is asleep, her elegance and dignity are not diminished.
But the old man fell into a coma at this moment, and his face was as pale as paper.
"Um?"
Ye Fan suddenly frowned.
"The Five Decline of Heaven and Man?"
He could clearly see that there seemed to be a faint black circle on the edge of Xie Suqin's forehead.
This black energy cannot be seen by ordinary people.
Ye Fan also learned through careful observation
"Is it the 'wilting flower on the head' among the five declines of heaven and man?"
Ye Fan took a breath. If this was the case, he wouldn't be even 10% sure, let alone a narrow escape.
