Chapter 557： Is this mental illness? (1/2)

The tall man was going to push the wheelchair for the blue man, and the man in black standing behind the blue man directly raised his hand and pushed it to the ground.

”Did you have to touch the wheelchair?”

The black man stared at the tall man with disdain, and then pushed the wheelchair directly into the ward.

”Yo, it used to be a single ward. Although it was not as senior as my ward, it was also very concise. It seems that it is not easy to live here.”

During the speech of Lan Gongzi, his eyes finally glanced at Zhang Wanlin who hadn't looked at him from beginning to end. He saw Zhang Wanlin's wholeheartedly having a patient on the bed, and he suddenly froze.

The dean was always paying attention to Lan Gongzi's complexion. When he saw him looking at Zhang Wanlin, his complexion became ugly. He hurriedly snorted to Zhang Wanlin.

Then he said with a cold face: ”Boy, I said, you are not a doctor in our hospital, you can't treat people, please leave me to the ward, don't let me call security, it makes everyone look bad, Then sin.”

”Don't doctors dare to treat people this year?”

After listening to the dean's words, the blue son, who was still very angry, finally calmed down a lot.

When the Dean saw it, he was relieved, so he shouted harder at Zhang Wanlin: ”Are you deaf?”

Can't you hear me?

I let you stop handing out! ”

Zhang Wanlin finally turned his head annoyed and stared at the dean for a while, then said annoyingly: ”You are really noisy. If you don’t want to be the dean, you say it and I will pull it down for you. .”

”You don't have to stimulate me like this at all.”

Zhang Wanlin said that he turned around again to repair the blood vessel for the patient, and after another ten breaths, the patient's blood vessel would be completely repaired.

At that time, as long as he takes the medicine he dispensed within three months, it will definitely be able to cure the disease. At least in the next two decades, this patient will not commit this disease again.

Zhang Wanlin said that everyone on the scene was stunned. After about thirty seconds, Lan Gongzi was the first to hold back and burst out laughing.

Then the black man and the doctors laughed immediately, and when they looked at Zhang Wanlin's eyes again, they were looking at fools! ”Call security.”

The dean said to the tall man with a black face. The tall man conveyed his meaning back, and someone immediately contacted security.

Several nurses looked at each other. They thought they had seen a high-ranking Chinese medicine expert. They did not expect it to be a mental illness with bad brains. Now it is a blessing to let a mental illness give the patient first aid. The patient did not die.

At the moment, only the nurse who picked up Zhang Wanlin's cell phone felt that things were not that simple. She always felt that Zhang Wanlin's words were not joking, but serious.

But soon she was taken aback by her own idea. She felt that she must be crazy. She would think that this person was not mentally ill. If she said this, she would definitely be laughed at by everyone.

So the nurse hid himself in the crowd, and he did not want to say another sentence to blend in this matter.

A moment later, Zhang Wanlin finally removed the silver needles from the patient, and then he turned to look at the door, waiting for someone.

After seeing him, Mr. Lan said to the dean with a smile: ”The dean, this mental illness is a little self-knowledge, knowing that he can't escape, but he still stayed. Seeing this posture, he was waiting for someone to catch him on the spot. .”

The dean smiled awkwardly: ”Let the young son Lan smile, and I didn't expect this boy to be so stupid as to come from which mental hospital.”

Zhang Wanlin has no interest in the words of these people.