Medical martial arts master novel Chapter 1

"The heart rate is only 45, and the patient's vital signs are weakening."

"Respiratory rate decreased, increased oxygen volume!"

"Everyone is ready!"

...

"No, prepare to notify the family in advance."

At this time, in the emergency room of the hospital, several expert doctors surrounded Mr. Brian Clarkson. Looking at the patients, cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of each of them. .

"What to do, the patient is having difficulty breathing and is close to shock, and we are helpless."

"Even if the operation is performed now, it is too late. If the prime time is missed, God will not be able to save him."

"Why don't you do the surgery now!"

"No! It's too late to operate now. If it fails, who of you can bear the anger of the Clarkson family?"

Several doctors were silent. They are all well-known expert attending physicians, but now they are helpless against this disease.

First of all, one is a sudden illness and it is not delivered in time. Second, Brian Clarkson is really too old. At this age, even appendicitis surgery is risky, let alone heart surgery.

Do your best.

I can only say so much.

Even if you are as rich as Brian Clarkson, there is nothing you can do about life, old age, sickness and death.

The doctors all sighed. Now that it was over, they could only hope that the Clarksons wouldn't take their anger out on them.

Open the door to the operating room, the doctor said.

"Mr. Richard, we did everything we could. Brian Clarkson must die."

This man named Richard, nearly fifty years old, is Richard Clarkson, the second son of Brian Clarkson, the owner of Brian Real Estate.

Brian Clarkson was furious and grabbed the doctor by the neck.

"Nonsense! My father was fine before he entered the operating room! Why is he still not at work!?"

James Mei was taken aback, his legs trembling a little.

"Mr. Richard...Mr. Brian Clarkson has a heart attack. There is nothing we can do. It's too late. God can't save him. Please let us prepare for the funeral."

"You fart!"

Richard Clarkson flew into a rage. He couldn't accept this reality. Just now, he was having dinner with his father, talking and laughing happily. In the blink of an eye, in less than two hours, my father fell on the operating table? !

Richard Clarkson was a little agitated at the moment, turning his head to stare at the doctors.

"Who! Any of you who can save my father, I will give you as much as you want!"

James May frowned, a little annoyed.

"Mr. Richard Clarkson! Don't shout. In the whole hospital, even the whole Donghai, I, James May, am the director of the Cardiac Surgery Department. There are some diseases that I can't do. It's useless to find anyone else."

James May has indeed achieved a remarkable record in heart surgery. He can't exaggerate.

Richard Clarkson's behavior just now made him a little annoyed.

Richard Clarkson's eyes widened, "Is there no one who can cure it!"

After the words fell, a cold voice came from the end of the corridor.

"I can."

Although the sound is not loud, it is very penetrating. Following the sound, a young man in his twenties, wearing plain casual clothes and carrying a cloth bag, was walking step by step. come over.

The young man was handsome, with slightly disheveled hair and piercing eyes. Although there is no expression on his face, it gives people an unfathomable feeling.