Chapter 3: You're Not Worthy of Being a Doctor

"Quick, put the child on the hospital bed and start emergency treatment immediately."

Upon hearing the instructions from the head of the city's health bureau, Xie Haitao wasted no time and instructed the middle-aged man to place the little boy on the ICU bed.

Seeing the child's face pale and his breathing rapid, already in a state of unconsciousness, the situation was dire. However, Ye Bufan didn't say anything more. The matter of medical expenses would be sorted out eventually; there was no rush at that moment.

As Xie Haitao conducted an examination on the child, he asked, "How did the child fall ill?"

The middle-aged man explained, "My son was fine after school, but he suddenly felt unwell shortly after and developed a high fever quickly, then fell into a coma."

After conducting the examination, Xie Haitao reassured, "Don't worry, it's just a common cold, but with a severe fever. I'll administer some fever-reducing medication, and he'll improve soon."

Because he didn't know the relationship between the man and Director Zhou, he spoke very politely.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. "That's great then. Thank you, Doctor."

Xie Haitao took the fever-reducing medicine prepared by Zhang Xiaoman and was about to inject it into the child.

But Ye Bufan shook his head and said, "He's not having a cold at all. Using fever-reducing medicine will worsen the condition."

"What do you know? Are you the doctor here or am I? If you don't know, don't talk nonsense."

Just exposed for his shady behavior, Xie Haitao, who was already bursting with anger, let it all out immediately.

After saying that, he picked up the syringe and personally injected the child with the fever-reducing medicine.

As time passed, a hint of color gradually returned to the child's face, as if the pain had eased a bit.

With a smug look, Xie Haitao said, "See, I told you it's just a minor cold, nothing serious."

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Director Xie's medical skills are indeed excellent."

However, at that moment, the child's innocent face suddenly contorted, his limbs began to convulse, white foam continuously spewed from his mouth, and the instruments at the head of the bed emitted a piercing alarm.

His blood pressure dropped, his heart rate rapidly slowed down, indicating imminent life-threatening danger.

The middle-aged man immediately panicked and exclaimed, "Doctor, what's happening? What's wrong with my son?"

Xie Haitao was also taken aback. According to his diagnosis, the child just had a common cold. How could this sudden turn of events occur?

The middle-aged man shouted anxiously, "Doctor, you must find a solution quickly. He's my only son!"

"I..."

Xie Haitao was at a loss. He couldn't figure out the situation or what to do.

Seeing the child's condition deteriorating rapidly, the middle-aged man angrily shouted, "You incompetent quack, if anything happens to my son, I'll make you pay with your life!"

"Let me handle this."

Ye Bufan had inherited the ancient medical lineage. He couldn't just stand by and watch someone die.

He approached the bed and said, "I've been saying all along that you've made a mistake. This is not a cold at all; it's poisoning."

After saying that, he took out silver needles from his pocket and inserted them one by one into the child's chest acupuncture points.

"What are you doing?" Xie Haitao was about to intervene, but suddenly hesitated and shouted, "If you interfere with the patient's treatment, you'll be held responsible for any consequences!"

Seeing that the child was on the brink of death, if he really caused the child's death, not only would his position as director be lost, but he might also end up in jail.

But now was different. He could completely shift the responsibility.

Ye Bufan paid no attention and continued to administer detoxification acupuncture to the child.

If one observed closely, they would notice that after these silver needles were inserted into the acupuncture points, their tips trembled slightly, as if some force was causing them to vibrate continuously.

The middle-aged man asked, "Is this person also a doctor in your emergency room?"

Xie Haitao said, "He's not a doctor; just a family member of the patient. This illness was originally something I could treat. Now that it's become like this, it has nothing to do with me."

The middle-aged man immediately jumped up, "What qualification does a family member have to treat my son?"

He was about to rush over to stop Ye Bufan but suddenly noticed that the child's convulsions stopped, he stopped foaming at the mouth, his complexion gradually improved, and even the monitoring instruments at the head of the bed returned to normal.

"What... what's going on?"

Everyone was stunned, especially Xie Haitao. He thought Ye Bufan had just accidentally saved Ouyang Lan, but now he had saved this little boy too.

Regardless, since no lives were lost, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The middle-aged man asked, "Great Doctor, what illness does my son have?"

Ye Bufan said, "He's infected with a certain virus. Has he recently come into contact with unclean things, like rats or other animals carrying a lot of bacteria?"

The middle-aged man replied, "I don't think so. He hasn't been out today; he's been at school all day."

Seeing that the time was about right, Ye Bufan took out another silver needle, pierced the child's index fingers, and squeezed out two drops of dark blood, dripping them into the nearby trash can.

Then he retrieved all the silver needles. The child opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and looked around in confusion.

Seeing his son awake, the middle-aged man exclaimed in joy, "Great Doctor, truly a miraculous doctor!"

Ye Bufan said, "I've expelled the poisonous blood. Just go home and drink some mung bean soup, and he'll be completely fine. But in the future, never let your child come into contact with those unclean wild animals."

"Great Doctor, thank you for saving my son!" The middle-aged man took out two stacks of hundred-dollar bills and stuffed them into Ye Bufan's hand. "Great Doctor, thank you!"

Ye Bufan didn't hesitate and handed the money over to Ouyang Lan.

This was the rule of the ancient medical lineage. Payment was voluntary; even if the other party gave a mountain of gold, it wouldn't be too much, and not a penny would be too little.

Ouyang Lan still hadn't recovered from the shock. How did her son become a miraculous doctor after just one illness? And in an instant, he had earned so much money.

The middle-aged man carried his son and spat at Xie Haitao before leaving, "Incompetent doctor, still calling yourself a director, nonsense!"

Xie Haitao was both frustrated and angry. He looked at Ye Bufan and said, "Are you a doctor? Who gave you permission to treat patients?"

"You should be thanking me, shouldn't you?" Ye Bufan said, "People like

[End of Chapter 3]