Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 238

A young man and woman were crying helplessly while holding and rocking an old man’s unconscious body. It was a pitiful sight.

Chu Feng frowned. Observing the patient, he was trying to determine the kind of illness and the corresponding treatment based on the ‘Collection of Mystical Healing’. Just then, there was a voice.

“Excuse me, I’m a doctor. Let me through.”

The person was a man of old age. However, he was tall and well-built, and he spoke with confidence. His snowy white hair had been combed meticulously, and he wore a pair of frameless glasses over his deep-set eyes. Just one look at him and you would able to tell that he was a man who was serious—somebody who would carry out his task with drive and sweep.

Behind the old man was a young and beautiful woman. With an age of around twenty-five or twenty- six years old, she had exquisite features and a lanky body. She had long, straight and beautiful legs —which were about 1.2 meters long—that were accentuated by a pair of tight hugging light blue jeans.

On the girl’s delicate nose hung a pair of silver-framed glasses. She had a touch of intellectual beauty, and her face had a certain haughtiness, causing her to resemble a lotus flower, aloof and clean.

“Make way. If it’s poorly ventilated, it would affect the patient’s breathing, and if something happens to the patient, it would all be your fault.”

Once the cold and haughty woman shouted, the crowd who had initially gathered around quickly dispersed.

Nowadays, it was better to avoid trouble. It was one thing to be a bystander but nobody wanted a lawsuit.

The old man squatted down immediately. With lightning speed, he checked the patients’ eyelids, tongue, and breathing. Then, he held the patient’s wrist and performed a pulse diagnosis.

“A-Are you a doctor or not? Hurry and save him.” The old man’s daughter was very anxious. Brimming with emotions, she shouted, “If you can’t save him, then get lost. Stop wasting time!”

The haughty woman frowned and said, “My grandfather is Fu Nanhua. If you don’t think that he’s a good doctor and that he can’t save your father, we will leave now. And if you cause a delay in his treatment by doing so, be prepared to bear the consequences.”

There was a sudden emotional shout from the crowd, “Fu Nanhua? God, it’s Super Doctor Fu. According to official reviews, he is among the top ten doctors in the country. He is the leading expert in neurology and surgery, and he’s even a distinguished professor of more than ten medical colleges in Europe and America. His nickname is ‘Fu the Knife’.”

“Oh, isn’t he the one that healed the European queen’s brain tumor? He’s ‘Fu the Knife’, the chairman of the Medical Association of Jiangbei, and he’s the best doctor in the entire Jiangbei!” Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Super Doctor Fu is here? There’s hope! There’s hope!”

Chu Feng and Yun Muqing were momentarily stunned. They had heard of ‘Fu the Knife’ before, but they never thought that such an established doctor would actually lend a helping hand to those in need. Chu Feng began to admire this man.

If he managed to save the patient, that would be great; an extra feather in his cap. However, if the patient’s condition worsened or he ended up dead, then his reputation as Super Doctor Fu would be at stake.

Compared to the other ‘specialists’ who enjoyed high benefits from the country and were treated like royalty by hospitals and businesspeople, but only spent half a day in their clinics every week— not mentioning the super costly medical consultation fees that could fetch up to tens of thousands— Super Doctor Fu was different.

To be able to abandon superficial recognition and stick to his own principle of staying committed to help the people, it was evident that Super Doctor Fu was a benevolent and compassionate doctor.

As for the old man’s son and daughter, they were stunned. And soon, they couldn’t stop bowing and apologizing.

“S-Sorry, Super Doctor Fu, we were wrong. We beg you, please save our father.”

However, Fu Nanhu just shook his hand and didn’t even look back. In a low voice, he said, “Saving people is the duty of a doctor. You don’t have to apologize.”

He looked accusingly at the haughty woman behind him, as if telling her off for being prideful and argumentative. In a low voice, he said, “Sisi, call the ambulance now. Use my name, so that they would get here as soon as possible. There is cerebral infarction in the patient’s brain, and there is massive intracranial bleeding. He needs surgery immediately.”