Lu Fan didn't go back for a day, and Tang Huanxi came to the hospital accompanied by Wenren Mu Xue.

She was told that Lu Fan was treating the patient at this time, so she came to the infectious disease monitoring room and observed Lu Fan's actions in the surveillance.

But when she stood in the surveillance room and saw the dense surveillance videos, she was stunned.

I saw more than a dozen figures in nearly a hundred intensive care wards, busy in front of the bed.

These people were all wearing gray robes, with elegant and elegant backs, bent down to face the hospital bed, giving people the feeling of being a group of ancient doctors who were hidden in the world, going down the mountain and going to the world, hanging a pot to save the world.

"Who are these?"

Tang Huanxi looked at these people with beautiful eyes curiously, and she also saw Lu Fan. At this time, Lu Fan was helping a baby in Ward No. 56.

"I don't know, it's all found by Mr. Lu."

President Wang stood aside with a look of emotion: "I heard that these are all Chinese medicine doctors. They are young but have extraordinary medical skills. I don't know where Mr. Lu found such a group of gods. Compared with them, those so-called famous miracle doctors outside are simply sensational and not worth mentioning..."

Wang Desheng has worked in the medical system for his whole life and has seen many miracle doctors of all sizes, but he has never heard of the methods of the twelve young men in front of him.

The twelve young people in robe have been brought to the extreme by the guidance, hearing, and questions and feelings that are carried out by traditional Chinese medicine.

They quickly diagnosed the patient's symptoms, took precise medication according to the different disease conditions of each newborn, and assisted with silver needles. In just one day, more than 40 newborns had improved visible to the naked eye.

In addition, Lu Fan's previous injection and medication use were used as the basis, half of the newborns could even be transferred directly from the intensive care unit and went to the routine ward to rest.

Tang Huanxi didn't say anything, and his beautiful eyes kept staring at the busy figure in the ward.

"How long has he been here?" she asked.

"From noon to now, from the moment I entered the door, I have never had a rest, and I have been busy in the ward."

Dean Wang sighed deeply: "I also advised him and the children to rest first, so that the patients can be treated later, but for some reason, he always said something that there is no time and it is too late. I can't persuade him, so I can only let them do this..."

"What does it mean to have no time?"

Tang Huanxi frowned slightly: "Does these children have less time?"

"no."

Wenren Mu Xue said lightly: "It's him who feels that he doesn't have much time anymore."

Tang Huanxi suddenly turned around and looked at her in shock.

"It seems that he has already realized what will happen to Nandu next. He cannot let himself be constrained by these more than 90 newborns."

Wenren Muxue also looked at her: "So do you."

Before Tang Huanxi could react to the meaning of her words, he heard Dean Wang's phone ringing.

Dean Wang looked at the two girls apologetically, then walked to the side and lowered his head to answer the phone: "Director Yao, what's wrong?"

"What? All are transferred? Why do I have no idea about it at all?"

"Now? Can you slow down? My side..."

The second woman looked back at him and saw Dean Wang standing there, holding the phone in his hand, with a little dazed look.

"Is something wrong?" Tang Huanxi asked.
Chapter completed!