My Waste Husband novel Chapter 296

"Is there a patient?" Henry immediately saw it through.

"Yes." President Ma nodded without any disguise. "It is said that he was accidentally poisoned when picking herbs. Our hospital has been checking him for seven hours, but there is no solution at all. We can only rely on you."

Henry was not in a hurry to say yes, but asked, "Where does the patient come from?"

"Well..." President Ma shook his head. "I don't know either."

"Let's see." Henry gave President Ma an ambiguous answer.

He hurriedly led the way and took Henry to the ward.

When he was still at the door of the ward, Henry heard a scolding voice coming from the ward.

"You quack doctors, how can you have the courage to live in this world? Do you know who my husband is? If anything happens to my husband, I want all of you to get out of here and revoke your medical licenses!"

"A bunch of good-for-nothings! Good-for-nothings!"

Listening to this scolding, Henry frowned. His medical practice of saving people depended on his mood. Only those who made contributions to the society, or those who Henry liked, would receive his help. But now, the person inside was obviously not that kind.

"Don't you know anything about him?" Henry asked. Generally speaking, a person who dared to be so arrogant would reveal their identity in the first place.

"I really don't know." President Ma gave a wry smile. "It's just that the head of the Health Bureau called me at midnight last night and asked me to take special care of him."

"Okay, let's see." Henry nodded and pushed the door open and walked into the ward.

There were many doctors in the ward. Last time, Henry removed the tumour for Milan, which made him quite famous in the hospital. When those doctors who were helpless saw him coming, they looked more or less relieved. With the help of this highly-skilled doctor, there should be no problem.

Henry glanced at the patient lying on the bed.

A middle-aged man had a strong body, which meant that he had practised often. At this moment his body was covered with a dark purple colour. His pupils were bloodshot, his breath was weak, and his body was twitching from time to time. Obviously, he was suffering great pain.

"How did he get poisoned?" Henry asked.

The middle-aged woman glanced at Henry and did not speak.

President Ma replied, "While picking herbs."

Henry asked again, "What kind and where?"

"Does this have anything to do with you? What do you think you are doing?" The middle-aged woman glared at Henry.

Like the accounts, doctors always paid attention to a qualification. Of course, a young face like Henry would not be valued by others.

Henry glanced at the middle-aged woman and said nothing. "President Ma, bring me a pack of silver needles."

President Ma set off in a hurry and quickly took out a pack of silver needles and handed them to Henry.

Henry took out a silver needle. After glancing at it, he slightly exerted strength on his wrist and stabbed the tip of the needle into the foot of the middle-aged man's feet. After gently twisting it twice, he took it out.

When the nurse finished speaking, President Ma and the middle-aged woman's faces changed at the same time.

"Doctor, doctor, please save my father!" A cry sounded outside the ward.

Then, a beautiful little girl who looked about 17 or 18, ran into the ward—the way she was crying made people feel distressed.

"Hey, your father is still alive? He's so lucky!" The middle-aged woman in the ward laughed.

"It's you!" The little girl's eyes were filled with hatred the moment she saw the middle-aged woman. "It's you who killed my father. We're kind enough to help you, but you're repaying kindness with ingratitude!"

Henry saw that outside the ward, a middle-aged man was sitting in a wheelchair. His body was also purple, and his eyes were bloodshot and his breath was weak. He looked exactly the same as the patient on the bed.

Henry observed that the middle-aged man sitting in the wheelchair had a thick layer of calluses on his purlicue. He was not the farmer for sure, and his finger joints were much thicker than ordinary people. He was a practising master.

Henry stepped forward, grabbed the wrist of the man in the wheelchair, and gently felt his pulse. "Your pulse is faster. Not only are you poisoned, but you are also injured?"

The wheelchair man nodded feebly.

"It's them. They hurt my father!" The beautiful girl glared at the woman in the ward with hatred in her eyes.

"Tell me the details. He is not poisoned by picking herbs, isn't he?" Henry looked at him again and found that there were many tiny wounds on the man's neck in the wheelchair.

"Of course not!" The beauty shook her head vigorously. "My father is an antique collector. Some time ago, there was a newly discovered cultural relic in the desert, and my father specifically went there for it. Last night, when these two people's car broke down, my father took them with him kindly. But who knew that they had already schemed my father's in order to get the relic, so my father fought with them. But my father became like this after he was injured. It was them. They poisoned my father!"