"You, you dare to hit me?!"
Zhang Wei was instantly furious. As an overseas-educated lawyer, when had he ever been slapped in public?
Angrily, Zhang Wei raised his hand to strike back.
However, just then, Chen Fan took two steps forward and grabbed Zhang Wei's raised arm.
How could Chen Fan's strength be something Zhang Wei could withstand? He immediately grimaced in pain.
"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts! Kid, let go quickly!" Zhang Wei cried out urgently.
"Scram!" Chen Fan had no time to waste with Zhang Wei. He released Zhang Wei's arm and coldly ordered.
Zhang Wei looked furious and glared at Chen Fan and Zhao Qianqian: "You two scumbags, you wait! I will definitely not let you go!"
A cold glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes, and he took a step forward.
Seeing this, Zhang Wei was so scared that he stumbled back a few steps, not daring to linger in the consultation room any longer.
Chen Fan completely ignored Zhang Wei, called Zheng Hairong for help, changed into surgical attire in the changing room, and then headed to the operating room to prepare for surgery.
Outside the operating room, watching his daughter being wheeled in, the middle-aged couple felt extremely anxious.
Not far away, Zhang Wei stood there, his face grim as he stared at the operating room door and cursed: "Scumbags, daring to hit me?! Today, I'll let you know what it means to be ruined!"
As he finished speaking, Zhang Wei took out his phone, found a friend at Jiangcheng Television, and made a call.
Inside the operating room, Chen Fan was already standing at the surgical station.
The girl had been anesthetized, and because it was a craniotomy, her entire head had been shaved.
Zheng Hairong stood by, preparing for the surgery. He disinfected the area for the craniotomy with medical alcohol and iodine multiple times to prevent infection during the operation.
"Director Chen, are you really sure it's cerebral hemorrhage? She's so young, how could she have this kind of illness?" After finishing the pre-operative preparation, Zheng Hairong couldn't help but ask Chen Fan.
After all, it had only taken Chen Fan a few minutes from seeing the patient to making a diagnosis, and the patient hadn't even had a CT scan of her brain. This behavior made Zheng Hairong feel it was too hasty.
"I trust my judgment," Chen Fan replied calmly.
Actually, he didn't want to be so shocking, but Chen Fan knew that if they had done a CT scan first, the girl might not have survived to reach the operating table.
This was also why Chen Fan was so eager to operate on the patient.
Seeing Chen Fan's firm reply, what else could Zheng Hairong say? He could only shake his head helplessly.
The other doctors assisting on the side handed the cranial drill to Chen Fan.
This was a piece of medical equipment the hospital had recently purchased, intended for emergencies, and they hadn't expected to use such a machine so soon.
The advantage of the cranial drill was that when opening the skull and touching the dura mater, it would automatically stop rotating, making it a very safe craniotomy instrument.
After opening the skin layer, Chen Fan used the cranial drill to make two connected small holes, about the size of a thumbprint.
Seeing this, Zheng Hairong and the others were startled.
Although they didn't have experience with craniotomies, they knew that craniotomies required opening the skull. They didn't understand why Chen Fan had only made such a small opening.
After all, this was a craniotomy, and the brain was full of the nervous system. If the observation was not careful and any nerve was touched, it would cause irreversible damage to the human body.
However, in this tense atmosphere, no one dared to disturb Chen Fan.
"Suction tube." Chen Fan reached out.
Zheng Hairong immediately handed the tube to Chen Fan.
Chen Fan carefully cut through the dura mater and inserted the tube into the girl's cranial cavity.
For a moment, all the doctors and nurses present watched Chen Fan's tube nervously, afraid that Chen Fan would touch any nerve in the girl's brain.
Even Zhao Qianqian, who trusted Chen Fan very much, looked worried at this moment.
However, at this moment, some dark blood clots were drawn out through the transparent tube.
Seeing this, everyone present was shocked.
"There really are blood clots!" a young male doctor exclaimed involuntarily.
Hearing the sound, Chen Fan paused his movements.
Zheng Hairong glared at the young male doctor: "Make another sound and get out!"
The male doctor realized his lapse in composure and quickly lowered his head in shame.
Chen Fan continued his movements and reached out to Zheng Hairong again.
This time, without Chen Fan speaking, Zheng Hairong directly handed him the hemostatic forceps and the suturing forceps.
The suturing forceps were already threaded with catgut specifically for capillaries.
Seeing Chen Fan performing vascular suturing in the brain through a hole only the size of a thumb, everyone was so astonished that their jaws almost dropped.
This surgical technique was something that even experts in the capital might not be able to achieve.
"Alright, I'll leave the skin suturing to you," Chen Fan said to Zheng Hairong.
Zheng Hairong then snapped back from his shock.
And at this moment, Zheng Hairong did not feel that assisting Chen Fan was a disgrace; he was now completely convinced by Chen Fan's medical skills.
In the lobby of the psychiatric hospital, several reporters holding cameras asked Zhang Wei, "Lawyer Zhang, is what you just said true?"
Zhang Wei replied, "Reporter Tong, I am a lawyer. Do you think I don't know what rigor means? I wouldn't have called you without sufficient evidence. I'm doing this because I don't want more victims to be harmed."
Then, he pretended to be heartbroken: "You don't know, when I was powerless to stop that girl from being pushed into the operating room, I made up my mind to expose this black-hearted hospital!"
The reporter, holding a microphone, asked Zhang Wei, "Lawyer Zhang, didn't you try to stop it at the time?"
Zhang Wei's emotions seemed to become agitated: "Of course I tried to stop it! Look, this is a slap mark on my face, and this finger mark on my wrist. These were inflicted by those black-hearted doctors."
"These people are simply lawless!"
"How detestable! I can't believe a psychiatric hospital would dare to act like this. I really don't know who gave them the guts!"
Zhang Wei's plight garnered sympathy from many reporters.
Hearing the indignant words of these reporters, a smile curved Zhang Wei's lips.
Just then, the operating room door at the end of the corridor opened, and several doctors and nurses came out.
Seeing this, Zhang Wei excitedly pointed at the operating room door and said, "It's them! The young doctor in the middle is the one who hit me just now."
Upon hearing this, the reporters, with indignant expressions, carried their cameras and walked towards the operating room door.