So cool! The daughter of a rich man returns to run wild in the rich family

Thank you, doctor?

Xie Jinghong looked around, pointed at his nose, and asked, "You mean, me?"

"It's you, Doctor Xie."

The dean wiped the sweat from his forehead, clearly burdened with a heavy responsibility.

When Xie Chenghuan saw the dean walk past him and towards Xie Jinghong, his teeth chattered with anger.

She is the daughter of the Xie family, and this lousy dean actually dares to ignore her!

The other people in the ward couldn't help but look at Xie Jinghong.

Xie Jinghong held back his laughter. He had only given a few injections, and he became a miracle doctor?

The dean bowed slightly, then pleaded humbly:

"I know this is a bit abrupt, but the hospital's experts are at their wit's end."

Others couldn't help but wonder. This is the best hospital in North City, and the doctors here are all leaders in the medical field. They don't know if they encountered a difficult case that made the dean personally beg Xie Jinghong so humbly.

"Do you want me to save someone?" Xie Jinghong had already seen his intention and asked calmly.

"Yes, we have a very important patient who is in critical condition..."

The dean said this and wiped the sweat off his face again.

There was a tense feeling that if they couldn't save this person, the entire hospital would be razed to the ground.

"My consultation fee is very expensive." Xie Jinghong said with a smile.

"Don't worry about that. As long as you are willing to treat me, no matter how much money you want, it's all right."

Hearing that money was no problem, Xie Jinghong's eyes lit up.

Lu Wenyin pinched her little hand and looked at her with some worry.

"Jinghong, it's okay if you don't want to go."

As a mother, how can I let my daughter take risks?

In North City, there are not many people who can make a hospital director so nervous, so servile, and yet can boldly declare that they will accept any amount of money.

"But he said he could give me a lot of money, so I'll go and take a look."

Xie Jinghong tilted his head and smiled brightly at Lu Wenyin.

"Yes, yes, it's up to you how much money you want. If he doesn't give it to you, the hospital will."

The dean added hastily, fearing that the opportunity to persuade her would be fleeting.

"Then go ahead and have a look if you want. Mom is waiting for you here."

Although Lu Wenyin was reluctant to leave, when she saw her daughter's shining eyes, she didn't want her to feel bound as soon as she came back after she was free, so she said helplessly.

"it is good."

Seeing that Xie Jinghong was willing to help, the dean and the doctors who followed him were obviously relieved and made way for him. Some doctors were well prepared and showed Xie Jinghong the patient's X-rays, CT scans and their previous diagnosis results.

"Huh? There's a bullet in your head."

Xie Jinghong glanced at it and said in a relaxed tone.

"It's not a growth, it's been injected." The doctor closest to her quickly explained.

"A meaning."

Xie Jinghong didn't look surprised at all and followed the doctors into the elevator.

One of the doctors muttered, "She's good at acupuncture, but this is about removing a bullet. How can she do it?"

Soon, the doctor who was speaking was stopped by the dean with a look.

"Thank you, Doctor. It's like this. I'd like to ask for your assistance to see if you can dissolve the blood clots around his brain vessels first. Then our attending physician can remove the bullet..."

Xie Jinghong smiled at the dean and said, "It's okay. I can open my head too."

Hearing her words and looking at her nonchalant expression, the dean wiped his sweat again. Could it be that his decision to try any possible cure was wrong?

But now we can only try our best. If the patient cannot be saved, we can put the blame on her.

Anyway, with the support of the Xie family, the evil Huo family will not really do anything to the hospital.

The elevator quickly reached the top floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened, I could feel the surrounding temperature drop by a few degrees.

As soon as I came out, I saw dozens of bodyguards in black suits and with strong builds standing in the hospital corridor. When they saw someone coming up, everyone became alert.

"The medical genius I invited can cure Mr. Huo. Everyone, please don't draw your guns."

Upon seeing this, the dean immediately raised his hands above his head and nodded.

Xie Jinghong frowned slightly, glanced around, and followed other doctors to the sterile area to make preparations.

When I came out again, I saw a tall man through the door talking to the dean.

Just the sight of him from behind gives off a murderous aura that suggests he is ready to draw his sword at any moment.

At this time, a female doctor looked at Xie Jinghong with some sympathy and said:

"I admit that you performed very well when you were treating Madam Xie just now, but the person we need to save now has a special identity and the situation is even more complicated. If we are not careful, we may all die."

The two of them raised their hands that had just been disinfected. Xie Jinghong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the kind female doctor in front of him, smiling:

"Are you afraid that I'll be involved?"

The female doctor nodded. "It's none of your business in the first place. If you want to leave now, it's still not too late."

At this time, another male doctor also came over after disinfection and sneered:

"Once you're in, you can leave whenever you want."

This ignorant little girl was showing off, but the patient was shot in the head.

If the Huo family hadn't been so wealthy and well-equipped, they probably wouldn't have been able to get him to the hospital.

For people in the world who are shot in the brain, the probability of survival is not one in nine, but one in ninety thousand.

Xie Jinghong shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Then we'll open the skull first before we leave."

Male doctor:…

Female doctor: ...

Others around:…

Everyone's face was tense. Although the dean had no other choice, was it really the right decision to invite her?

With trepidation, everyone entered the operating room.

No one dared to perform a craniotomy on Mr. Huo. Fortunately, the bullet did not hit the brain stem, but it was still the head.

"Are you sure you want to do it yourself?"

The attending physician is a world-renowned brain expert, and he doesn't dare to do things lightly. He is not sure if the little girl in front of him has such courage.

"You're here, let's try it."

Xie Jinghong raised his hand and took the scalpel from an assistant. The moment he took the knife, his voice was cold and majestic, "The operation begins."

Everyone is in their place.

When they entered the operating room today, it was like they had their heads hanging on their belts. If they wanted to get out alive, they had to give it a try.

Xie Jinghong's technique shocked everyone.

Using both Chinese medicine needles and Western medicine scalpels, she bent down and carefully removed the bullet. She seemed like a different person, completely different from her previous careless attitude.

The experts listened to her instructions and cooperated very attentively.

The operation was broadcast live on a large screen. A cold-blooded man in black stared at the screen with a gloomy expression and a pair of deep, sharp eyes.

The dean stood behind him, trembling and not daring to breathe deeply.

After seeing Xie Jinghong's unusual operation, he broke out in a cold sweat and prayed in his heart:

I pray to God to bless the doctor and make the operation successful.

The operation lasted two hours, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief the moment the bullet hit the plate.

Xie Jinghong put down the scalpel, raised his chin and said to the attending doctor who was still in shock:

"You should be able to do the stitching, right?"

The attending physician nodded repeatedly, "I can do this."

A doctor of medicine in his forties who has won numerous international medical awards, in front of the little girl Xie Jinghong, is as obedient as an elementary school student being questioned by his teacher.

"That's good, the rest is up to you."

Xie Jinghong winked at the female doctor who had just advised him, turned around and left the operating room without hesitation.

On the electronic display, the patient's vital signs were normal.

"How did she do it?" someone asked in shock.

"If you ask me, who should I ask? You are the closest to me, can't you understand?"

"I don't understand. I've never seen such a surgical method before."

Everyone in the operating room seemed to have just returned to the world from hell, and the atmosphere became relaxed.

After a while, Xie Jinghong came out of the operating room.

Seeing that the operation was successful, the man in black was already waiting outside the operating room.

Seeing Xie Jinghong coming out, the dean hurried forward and thanked him profusely.

"You're very brave."

The man was very tall, and his voice came from above Xie Jinghong's head, without any emotion.

Xie Jinghong looked at the stunningly handsome face in front of him, his eyes brightening slightly. Is this North City a gathering place for male models? Xie Ci Nan was already a work of Nuwa's showmanship. Turning around, he saw a top man who could kill all male creatures in seconds.

Both in appearance and temperament, he is far superior to Xie Ci Nan.

Her gaze did not linger on this handsome face for too long, and she smiled calmly and said:

"I have a bigger appetite."

She turned to look at the dean, "Do you have a pen?"

The dean quickly and respectfully handed over the pen that he had tucked into the pocket of his white coat.

Xie Jinghong grabbed the man's arm, lifted his sleeve, and wrote a string of numbers on his arm.

When the dean saw her action, the sweat he had just wiped off appeared again.

Oh my God, what is Dr. Xie doing?

The person in front of me is Huo Yunting, the one that everyone in North City would stay away from.

She just lifted up the other person's sleeves so gracefully?

Still writing on your arms?

Soon, Xie Jinghong finished writing.

She looked up and stared into the man's eyes, her eyes determined as if she wanted to join the party.

"This is my card number. Eight million, not a cent less."

A hint of teasing flashed in the man's cold and beautiful eyes. Before he could say anything, Xie Jinghong had already let go of his hand.

"If you're short of a penny, I'll give it to you."

There was a slight smile in the girl's beautiful amber pupils, but her words sounded very threatening.

It was the first time that Huo Yunting had seen someone who dared to speak to him like that.

He looked at her with a half-smile, his voice cold, "If anyone inside has any problems, I'll come to you too."

The two seemed to be talking and laughing, and the air pressure around them had indeed dropped by several degrees.

The dean, who was caught in the middle, began to wipe his sweat again.

Xie Jinghong curled his lips, rejected his threat, waved his hand and left gracefully.

Huo Yunting looked at the girl's back as she left, his eyes complicated. He turned around and called out to the man in black beside him:

"Qu Feng, did you find anything with the person I asked you to find?"