The female doctor clenched her teeth, a hint of unwillingness flashing in her eyes.
"Ah, I told you, there is something wrong with your surgical methods."
At that moment, Ning Fan sighed, quickly walked to the bedside, and took out a roll of silver needles from his Storage Ring.
"What do you think you're doing?" the dean's complexion changed slightly, "You're not a doctor, you can't just touch the patient!"
"If I do nothing, he will truly be dead."
As Ning Fan spoke, he began to perform acupuncture.
The other doctors became tense as well, throwing accusations around.
"If something happens to the patient, it's all your responsibility!"
"That's right, this has nothing to do with us!"
"I told you we shouldn't have let this guy in!"
The female doctor was even more worried, her brows deeply furrowed as she coldly said, "Perhaps you have some medical insights, but this is not something you can handle!"