Chapter 47：

The sound of the stretcher pulley car sounded.

Zhao Zizhe rushed over with a violent spirit all over his body.

After a brief review of the injured person's situation, the most accurate first aid measures were quickly started.

Then, Dr. Zhao followed the stretcher and pulley all the way to the ward over the corridor.

Ye Fan was smoking a cigarette and watching this scene.

I can't help feeling that this Doctor Zhao is indeed a good intern.

Soon, it seemed that another experienced doctor on duty was notified and hurriedly came from the elevator and entered the ward.

When a cigarette was almost finished, Ye Fan saw Dr. Zhao walk out of the ward and returned to the desk to sit down.

But Ye Fan keenly saw that Zhao Zizhe's brows frowned, his eyes erratic, and he looked a little uneasy.

How come back from first aid, it's like this?

Ye Fan was a little puzzled. After smoking the last puff, he squeezed the cigarette **** out, threw it into the trash can, and then strode towards the duty desk.

He leaned on the desk of the duty desk, tapped on the desk, and asked with a smile, "Brother Zhao, what are you thinking about?"

Zhao Zizhe trembled suddenly, stood up and backed away with a look of horror.

Damn--

The seat he was sitting on fell to the ground, which also made Zhao Zizhe come back to his senses.

After he saw that the person in front of him was Ye Fan, he pulled out a barely awkward smile on his slightly pale and thin face.

"Hug... I'm sorry, Xiao Fan, I... I was thinking about things just now, and I was fascinated!"

The meticulous broken hair that Zhao Zizhe took care of was stuck to his forehead in cold sweat.

This is a bit unbelievable for Dr. Zhao, who always pays attention to image.

What was it that made him so panicked?

Ye Fan looked at Zhao Zizhe and said inwardly.

Seeing Ye Fan's scrutiny eyes, Zhao Zizhe added a little unnaturally.

"Is it your mother's side, what needs me to help?"

"It's okay, Brother Zhao is on duty tonight, what are you going to say?"

Zhao Zizhe's mood at the moment also calmed down and asked cordially.

Ye Fan thought for a while, shook out a cigarette, and passed it over.

It seemed that he didn't expect that there was a cigarette on Ye Fan's body. Zhao Zizhe was taken aback for a while, and then he took it.

Ye Fan helped him light it, and ordered one himself.

This action of the two of them couldn't help but feel a little closer.

Ye Fan said straightforwardly while smoking a cigarette: "Brother Zhao, I think you have something on your mind?"

"I am a spiritual master, if you have any questions, please feel free to tell me!"

Ye Fan pointed out his identity in particular.

Zhao Zizhe looked startled, thought for a while, organized the language, and then spoke.

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Chapter 29 Strange Ward 5019

Zhao Zizhe took a deep look at Ye Fan, and then he suddenly came back to his senses.

Yes, there is a spiritual master standing here!

His expression calmed down, and the identity of Ye Fan's spiritual master gave Dr. Zhao a great psychological support.

Zhao Zizhe's Adam's apple rolled, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, his eyes calmed down with horror.

Looking at Ye Fan, he couldn't help but smile: "Sometimes I don't think you are like a high school student!"

"Very mature, very familiar with human relations accidents!"

Ye Fan smiled: "My dad went early. As the only man in the family, he must carry more things on his shoulders, it's normal!"

"Brother Zhao, let's talk about it, what is on your mind?"

Zhao Zizhe nodded, took a deep breath of cigarette, and then slowly said: "Xiao Fan, I saw a very strange thing just now, no, it should be said that it is a weird thing!"

Ye Fan stopped smoking.

He lit a little soot in a paper cup with a little water, and then asked, "What happened just now?!"

In Ye Fan's mind, suddenly passed the picture just now.

"Brother Zhao said, the patient who came to the emergency just now?!"

Zhao Zizhe's expression suddenly became excited: "Xiao Fan, you... have you seen it too?"

Ye Fan shook his head: "There were a lot of people just now, and I couldn't see clearly, what's the situation of the patient?"

Zhao Zizhe told the story.

"They said that it was a lonely old man living alone at home with a heart attack!"

"As soon as I entered the ward and connected the equipment, I stopped breathing!"

"But...but..."

Ye Fan looked at Zhao Zizhe.

The latter's breathing began to rush, and his pupils began to shrink.

On the forehead, fine cold sweat continued to ooze.

The hand holding the cigarette began to tremble slightly.

He said with difficulty: "However, after so many years of medical studies and internships, this is the first time I have seen that breathing has stopped for ten minutes!"

"No, it should be less than five minutes before the temperature of the old man's corpse dropped to nearly zero!"