Doctor Wu and Zhao Qing were greatly shocked and hurriedly ran back to the ward.
Old Master Zhao was lying on the hospital bed, his face becoming paler and paler. The heartbeat curve on the electrocardiogram monitor was rapidly becoming flat.
"Doctor Wu! Didn't you tell me there was still one month left?" Zhao Qing grabbed Doctor Wu's shoulder and shouted loudly. Doctor Wu was sweating profusely, his nervous body trembling. "I also... I don't know what's going on. Many sudden conditions of patients are unexpected for doctors."
Zhao Qing anxiously paced back and forth in the ward. He watched helplessly as his grandfather was about to leave him, but he was powerless. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
There was someone who had predicted it!
Zhao Qing suddenly stopped and suddenly thought of what Qin Mo had said to him when he left.
"After tonight, this person will surely die!"
Zhao Qing hurriedly found the pill left by Qin Mo. Doctor Wu was a little hesitant. "Are we really going to find a poisonous centipede to lead the medicine for Old Master Zhao?" Zhao Qing glared angrily and pointed at the dozens of doctors present. "Do you have a better solution now?" Doctor Wu and others immediately couldn't say a word.
Of course Zhao Qing didn't want to give his grandfather a poisonous centipede to eat. But now, he could only treat a dead horse as if it were a living horse. If he didn't try it, his grandfather would surely die tonight without a doubt.
The nurse hurriedly found this kind of centipede from the local area. She picked up the live centipede with tweezers, put it together with the pill into the old man's mouth, slowly poured in some water, and helped the old man swallow.
Time passed minute by minute.
Everyone was nervously watching, but they didn't have much hope. After a long time, there was still no reaction. Zhao Qing sat on the ground in despair, his eyes unfocused.
"The electrocardiogram monitor is rising again!"
With the nurse's excited cry, Zhao Qing stood up like a rocket ejection, staring wide-eyed at his grandfather's reaction.
The old man's pale skin gradually regained its color, and his fingers also moved slightly!
Doctor Wu and others watched in astonishment. Seeing such a phenomenon, the first thought of the dozens of doctors was that their more than twenty years of studying medicine had been completely in vain.
This... is a miracle in the medical field!
A pill and a poisonous insect brought a dying old man back to life. Even Doctor Wu could only be willing to admit defeat.
Gradually, the old man's body moved. He slowly opened his eyes, as if he had walked through the gates of hell. He looked at everyone weakly and in surprise. He knew his own illness. There was little hope of surviving. Facing his own awakening, Zhao Beifeng was also very astonished.
"Grandpa!"
Zhao Qing, a generation of military king in Huahai, couldn't help shedding tears and lay on his grandfather, crying bitterly. Zhao Beifeng lovingly touched his grandson's head and weakly looked at Doctor Wu. "Doctor Wu, thank you." Doctor Wu blushed and quickly waved his hand. "This is not my credit."
"It's not you?" Zhao Beifeng was a little puzzled. He glanced at the doctors in the room. There was no one more powerful than Doctor Wu. If it wasn't Doctor Wu, then who could it be?
Zhao Qing wiped the tears off his face and told the whole story from beginning to end.
After hearing this, Zhao Beifeng's face gradually became surprised. Finally, he excitedly patted the hospital bed. "There is such a young doctor in the world! A life-saving benefactor! Hurry up and invite the benefactor here!"
If it weren't for this young man's pill, he might have gone to the gates of hell.
Zhao Qing's face immediately became a little embarrassed. The others all lowered their heads and couldn't say a word hesitantly. Doctor Wu and others were also ashamed.
Zhao Beifeng's sharp eyes swept over everyone and gradually knitted his brows, sensing something was wrong.
"Where is the benefactor?"
"I... I locked him in prison..."
If Zhao Beifeng weren't so weak at this time, he might be able to jump up from the bed and beat his grandson. His hand pointing at Zhao Qing was trembling. "Nonsense! Hurry up and invite him here!" Zhao Qing received the order and hurriedly ran out in a panic.
Several prison guards were sitting at the door, playing chess and idly passing the time.
It was already night. After work hours, they could also take a break.
Hearing the screams coming from cell 002 from time to time, several people smiled knowingly. Presumably, this newcomer was having a great time.
Just then, the headlights in the distance shone dazzlingly.
A row of military jeeps stopped at the prison gate.
Seeing Zhao Qing getting out of the car, several prison guards quickly put away the chessboard and saluted hastily.
Everyone looked at Zhao Qing strangely. Zhao Qing was not only shirtless but also had thorny sticks on his back. The thorny sticks scratched on his skin, leaving streaks of red marks and several wounds with blood flowing out.
"What's this for you..." The prison guard was puzzled.
Zhao Qing got out of the car and rushed into the prison. "Where is Mr. Qin? Mr. Qin!"