The strongest son-in-law

"As long as there is still a breath, people can always be saved." Han Li said calmly.

The middle-aged woman saw that the chief physician of the Chinese medicine department was not very old, but her tone was not small, and she said to him viciously: "You Chinese medicine just like to deceive people, and you really think you are a fairy. Okay, I will take you there right away." Look, if my father doesn't wake up today. Humph, I'll tear down the signboard of your director's office."

The middle-aged woman led Han Li to the intensive care unit.A gray-haired old man, covered in tubes, was lying there dying.

The intensive care unit has strict restrictions on the entry and exit of personnel.Han Li told Hua Ziang to wait outside, and walked in with the middle-aged woman.The doctors and nurses who were watching outside were all whispering there: "I heard that Director Han is very magical. The patients under his care can be cured even if they have been ill for many years."

"Really? Is that really a fairy? I don't believe it."

"Have you ever heard of the name Han Banxian, the Holy Hand? This Director Han is his successor."

"Ah? Isn't that Han Banxian a legend in the Jianghu? There really is someone like him!"

"Really, Dean Wang said it himself."

Hua Ziang was listening, with a very smug expression.

After Han Li entered, he held the old man's hand and checked his pulse.

The old man's heart rate was abnormal and his pulse was disordered. It was not an ordinary stroke, but... he was poisoned by aconitum!
Han Li immediately lifted the quilt from the old man's body and patted his chest.

"What are you doing? Do you want to kill someone?" Seeing Han Li's strength, the middle-aged woman immediately yelled and stepped forward to stop him.

Han Li flipped his palm, and the strong palm wind knocked the woman back several steps.

The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment.But Han Li turned his back to her, and said coldly: "If you want the old man to survive, I advise you not to make trouble."

Han Li used his Shadowless Palm again, and quickly slapped and pressed on the old man's chest.After a while, the old man woke up leisurely.

"Father, you're awake! That's great, I'm scared to death." The middle-aged woman stepped forward excitedly and held the old man's hand.

"The old man is fine. I will prescribe two more medicines for him to recuperate." Han Li let out a long breath.After his power began to recover, his internal energy seemed to be running more smoothly.

"Thank you, Dr. Han." The middle-aged woman was very grateful.

"This is what I should do. Next, I will also investigate the cause of your father's illness. We will definitely give a reasonable explanation, please rest assured." Han Li said sincerely.

Walking out of the ward of the intensive care unit, there was a burst of cheers outside.

"Haha, the master's shot is really extraordinary." Hua Ziang danced happily.

"The patient's vital signs began to return to normal. It's a miracle, a miracle!" The attending doctor who was in charge of the old man couldn't believe his eyes when he looked at the numbers on the monitor for the patient's signs.

"Let's go, we still have things to do." Han Li's expression was not at all relaxed, and he rushed to the Chinese Medicine Department with Hua Ziang.

"I want to check the old man's medical records." Han Li returned to the doctor's office of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine and asked Xue Yihan the ins and outs of this matter.

Xue Yihan handed over all the old man's medical history, yesterday's medical records, and her prescriptions to Han Li.Han Li found a nearby seat and sat down, carefully checking the information.

Hua Ziang, on the other hand, raved about the miracles performed by Han Li in the intensive care unit to other colleagues in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Hmph, how can you be so lucky every time?" Dr. Liang muttered again.

"That's why it's not luck, my master has real skills!" Hua Ziang said triumphantly.

Dr. Liang ignored Hua Ziang no longer, got up and walked in front of Han Li, and said, "Director Han, although the person was rescued this time, I think this medical accident should be dealt with seriously. Otherwise, we will The reputation of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine will be ruined."

"How can you determine that this is a medical accident?" Han Li asked Dr. Liang.

"Is this not obvious? The patient was fine before seeing Dr. Xue, but after drinking the medicine she prescribed, he developed symptoms of stroke. It must be that Dr. Xue did not consider the patient's age and frailty, and prescribed the medicine too aggressively." It will happen like this." Dr. Liang analyzed clearly.

"Oh? How do you know that the patient got sick after drinking the medicine she prescribed?" Han Li felt very suspicious.

Dr. Liang was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then hurriedly asked: "The causal connection is already obvious, so why else?"

Han Li didn't answer immediately, got up and sorted out the information, and said to Xue Yihan: "I think there is nothing wrong with your diagnosis and the prescription. Let me ask you one more thing. The Chinese medicine that the patient drinks is brought home and cooked by himself. Is it fried by our hospital?"

"The patient's family members said that the decoction tasted too strong at home, so they asked us to decoct it for them. I was in a hurry yesterday, so I only took away one day's portion, and the rest should still be in the pharmacy." Xue Yihan replied.

"Okay, I want to go to the pharmacy. Doctor Liang, why don't you come with me?" Han Li said.

Dr. Liang was a little embarrassed: "What did you ask me to do? It's not my patient's accident."

"Since Dr. Liang thinks it is necessary to deal with it seriously, I would like to invite you to participate in the entire investigation process to show justice. You will not refuse, right?" Han Li looked directly into Dr. Liang's eyes, making him feel guilty.

"Then... okay. Let's go and have a look together." Dr. Liang hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

Han Li took Hua Ziang and two doctors to the pharmacy of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Hello, I want to pick up the medicine that the patient requested yesterday." Xue Yihan handed over the medicine list she had issued to the staff.

The young man in the Chinese medicine room told them to wait for a while, but after a while, he came out, touched his head and said, "It's strange, doctor. It stands to reason that this single medicine should be decocted early this morning, waiting for the patient." Family members come to pick it up, but why is there no place to store the medicine?"

"Who is in charge of decocting this medicine?" Han Li asked.

"Yesterday and today, Pharmacist Zhang was on duty, so he should be in charge." The young man thought for a while and replied.

"Pharmacist Zhang, where is he now?" Xue Yihan asked.

"It's in the decoction room at the back." The young man replied.

Walking into the decoction room, there is a strong smell of herbs.A middle-aged man in his 40s was holding a long iron spoon, walking back and forth between the large pots, stirring a few times from time to time to prevent the medicinal materials from burning and sticking to the bottom of the pot.