They were all young doctors, two of whom were graduates from prestigious universities.
Naturally, they wouldn't believe that this doctor, younger than them, could be more capable than they were.
Especially when they heard that Chen Fan had become the head of surgery, many were resentful and wouldn't believe that Chen Fan had truly cured leukemia before.
In their opinion, this was just Luo Yongtang's rhetoric. Chen Fan definitely hadn't become the director through his own abilities; he must have used some dirty deal to secure this position.
However, these young doctors were unaware that Chen Fan, with his current hearing, had clearly overheard their conversation.
"Crack!" A crisp sound.
Zheng Hairong had already amputated the patient's finger and was now treating the wound.
"Dr. Zheng's surgery is simply perfect!" a young doctor couldn't help but exclaim.
"Swish!"
Seeing that the surgery was over, all the young doctors applauded Zheng Hairong.
Zheng Hairong remained unfazed. After finishing the treatment of the patient's wound, he looked up at Chen Fan with disdain, "Director Chen, are there any issues with the surgery I just performed?"
Many young doctors turned their gaze to Chen Fan, eager to hear his profound insights.
"Well, Dr. Zheng's surgery was indeed good. Alright, everyone, go back to work," Luo Yongtang stepped forward, smoothing things over.
Everyone wore a mocking expression. Chen Fan couldn't find any fault, and Luo Yongtang's intervention to defend Chen Fan further confirmed their suspicions.
"Some people, lacking ability but loving to show off, claiming to have treated leukemia – it's a joke!"
"And wanting to lecture Dr. Zheng, how utterly ridiculous."
The young doctors who were on good terms with Zheng Hairong spoke up with sarcasm, their faces filled with defiance.
Zheng Hairong's face was full of pride. He knew that after this surgery, no one would dare to doubt his medical skills, and his reputation was completely salvaged.
Chen Fan, however, paid no attention to the doctors' remarks, his gaze fixed on the young patient, his brow furrowed slightly.
"Beep—!"
Just as everyone was about to leave, the monitor detecting the patient's vital signs suddenly let out a piercing alarm.
The sudden sound made everyone present freeze, looking at the young man on the operating table with surprise.
The young man, who had been fine moments ago, now had a purplish face, his entire body flushed red, and his limbs were convulsing violently.
Everyone was stunned, especially Zheng Hairong, who had been so smug just moments before. His eyes were nearly bulging out as he looked at the young man on the operating table in disbelief.
"Wh-what's going on? He was fine just now?"
"Yeah, this kind of surgery was very successful. What's happening to the patient?"
The young doctors were all dumbfounded, their faces filled with confusion.
"Dr. Zheng, the patient's heart has stopped, and his breathing is almost gone!" a nurse shouted in panic.
"Quick, quick, administer 1 milligram of epinephrine!" Zheng Hairong yelled frantically, rushing back to the young man's side, preparing to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
"Stop!" Suddenly, Chen Fan, who had been silent, let out a sharp command.
The nurse, who was about to administer the epinephrine, immediately halted.
Zheng Hairong's face contorted with anger, "Director Chen, what do you mean by this? If anything happens to the patient, can you bear the responsibility?!"
He then turned to the nurse, "Administer the epinephrine quickly!"
The nurse was flustered. One was the lead surgeon, and the other was the director of surgery; she dared not offend either.
"If you administer epinephrine, he will die," Chen Fan stepped forward and said.
"A joke! The patient's vital signs are almost gone, and you're saying that administering epinephrine will kill him? Chen Fan, are you here to make a fool of yourself! I truly don't know how you got your medical license!" Zheng Hairong questioned coldly.
"Step aside," Chen Fan said, standing beside Zheng Hairong.
Zheng Hairong, who was in the midst of resuscitating the patient, paused and looked at Luo Yongtang, "Dean Luo, Chen Fan is hindering my treatment of the patient. Aren't you going to do something about this?!"
Luo Yongtang glanced at Zheng Hairong, "Dr. Zheng, hand the patient over to Director Chen. Follow his lead on everything."
"What?!"
Zheng Hairong's eyes widened.
The young doctors around were also so shocked their jaws nearly dropped.
"Dean Luo, what do you mean by this? If anything happens to the patient..."
Before Zheng Hairong could finish speaking, Luo Yongtang interrupted directly, "Whatever happens, the hospital will be responsible!"
Zheng Hairong was bewildered. He hadn't expected Luo Yongtang to be so biased towards Chen Fan.
"Fine. Since Dean Luo has said so, then I'll watch and see how Director Chen saves this patient!" Zheng Hairong retreated a few steps angrily, his face filled with fury.
Seeing Zheng Hairong step back, Chen Fan looked at the nurse beside him, "Four bottles of normal saline, administer intravenously to all four limbs, at maximum speed."
"Huh?!" The nurse was stunned.
She was also a new nurse. In her entire career since graduation, she had never heard of such a method of saving a life.
"What are you standing there for? Didn't you hear me? Obey Director Chen's orders!" Luo Yongtang reprimanded.
The nurse dared not delay. She quickly brought four bottles of normal saline and administered them intravenously to the patient's four limbs at maximum speed.
Everyone around watched in astonishment. Although they were all young surgeons, they had been practicing medicine for several years, and they had never seen such a peculiar approach.
Just as everyone was questioning Chen Fan, Chen Fan's hand, at some point, held several silver needles.
Chen Fan inserted the silver needles into several acupoints on the patient's chest.
"My heavens, four bottles of normal saline, and this is called saving a life? I feel like he's killing him."
"See? That kid even took out silver needles. Is he planning to use acupuncture?"
"Could this kid be a mental patient who escaped from the adjacent ward building?"
"Is it possible that this dean is also an imposter?"
As they were still doubting Chen Fan, Chen Fan's last needle was inserted.
"Putting on a show, I'd like to see how you explain yourself later!" Zheng Hairong said dismissively, glancing at Chen Fan.
"Beep beep beep!"
As soon as Zheng Hairong's voice fell, the electrocardiogram, which had been a straight line, instantly began to show a pulse again, and the data on the monitor gradually returned to normal.
"The patient has vital signs!" the nurse exclaimed in surprise.
The previously boisterous operating room fell silent instantly. Everyone stared at Chen Fan with dumbfounded expressions.
They couldn't believe that after just a few needle insertions and four bottles of normal saline intravenously, the patient had come back to life!
"Th-this, how is this possible?!" Zheng Hairong's eyes widened, staring at the scene before him in disbelief.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Suddenly, the sound of the patient coughing and wheezing echoed in the room. To everyone's stunned gaze, the young man slowly opened his eyes!