"Quickly call the medical staff here!" The hotel owner was also extremely anxious; he never expected her to suddenly faint on stage.
She's in the center position; without her, the whole dance would probably lose its soul.
At this moment, all the dancers here were standing around the woman in the women's clothing, anxious like ants on a hot pan, but they didn't know what to do.
There was absolutely no way to do it.
Suddenly, a Korean man, probably around thirty years old, walked up to the stage and spoke calmly:
"I—I have a way to save her!"
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 340 Come to my room…
Upon hearing the voice that someone could heal the lead dancer, the hotel owner suddenly turned around, looked at the Korean man, and asked skeptically:
"Friend, do you really think you can cure her right now? Are you sure you're not just making empty promises?"
The Korean man in front of her was at most thirty years old. No matter how good his medical skills were, he couldn't possibly cure her without the right tools.
"Believe it or not, I have a doctor's certificate, and I also have a doctor's certificate in the United States. My name is Li Beitie."
Li Beitie smiled coldly. If he hadn't wanted to avoid seeing this beautiful woman suffer, he wouldn't have stepped in to save her.
"Doctor's certificates are also available in the US? It's just Western medicine, right? Without medical equipment, Western medicine is practically useless!"
"No, did you hear what he just said? His name is Li Beitie. I've heard of that name before. He's supposedly the youngest top doctor in Korea, and also the vice president of the American Medical Association!"
"Now, that dancer who looks like a fairy can be saved."
The surrounding guests immediately began to murmur amongst themselves.
As for the hotel owner, he also heard their murmurs. He looked at Li Beitie, sighed slightly, and had no choice but to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.
After all, it will take some time for the medical staff on this giant ship to get here.
It's almost like calling an ambulance.
"My friend, please save her," the hotel owner said.
"Um."
Li Beitie also heard the whispers around him, and his ego swelled with pride. He arrogantly declared:
"Actually, I not only know Western medicine, but also a lot of traditional Chinese medicine. I saw that this woman's fainting was just due to anemia, so I treated her with a simple method."
Just symptoms of anemia?
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng, who was standing to the side, chuckled sarcastically and muttered softly, "What a quack! He even claims to know traditional Chinese medicine. He's just disgracing traditional Chinese medicine."
Hearing Yang Feng's soft murmurs, Han Shilan raised her eyebrows slightly, leaned closer to him, and asked, "Feng, what are you saying? What do you mean by disgracing traditional Chinese medicine? Don't tell me that person can't cure that beautiful dancer at all?"
“That’s right.” Yang Feng nodded slightly, then picked up a fried dumpling and ate it, his face immediately showing a strong sense of enjoyment.
I really can't get used to foreign food; Chinese food is definitely the best.
It tastes like home.
"Really? I heard them all saying that the Korean man is very powerful. Now that you've said this, I also have a feeling that this Korean man can't cure her at all." Han Shilan pouted and said thoughtfully.
"How about we make a bet? We'll bet on whether that person can cure that dancer. If he can, you come to my room tonight. If he can't, I can grant you one request unconditionally. Want to?"
A cunning glint suddenly flashed in Yang Feng's eyes. He then turned to look at Han Shilan, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"Hmm... your smile is so wicked. I don't want to bet with you on this. If we're going to bet, let's bet... didn't you say you also know medicine? If that Korean man can't cure the dancer later, you can cure her. If you can cure her, I'll grant you one request unconditionally, how about it?"
A sly glint flashed in Han Shilan's eyes as well, her expression suggesting she had seen through Yang Feng long ago, and she smiled slightly.
"Okay, you have to keep your word and agree to whatever conditions you set."
Yang Feng's gaze roamed unabashedly over Han Shilan's delicate body, like a wild beast eyeing its prey, a greedy glint in his eyes. He smirked as he replied.
Immediately afterwards, their gazes turned to the stage.
Li Beitie slowly squatted down beside the beautiful dancer, reached out and took her slender, fair wrist, pressing two fingers on it.
He looked thoughtful, as if he were taking a pulse.
But if someone who understands traditional Chinese medicine were present at that moment, they would immediately recognize his technique as that of a complete novice.
Immediately afterwards, Li Beitie reached out and gently pinched her chin, a wicked thought flashing in his eyes. He then pressed her philtrum, but found that there was still no reaction.
He then planned to use artificial respiration directly, believing that this would not only allow him to take advantage of her but also cure her.
Li Beitie laid the dancer flat on the stage, his hands preparing to press on her chest to give her artificial respiration.
The hotel owner, who was standing nearby, couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "What are you doing? Are you sure you're treating her?"
Even many of the surrounding guests were momentarily unable to believe this Korean doctor. After doing so much, he ended up using artificial respiration?
This is clearly a case of some people taking advantage!
The dancer was so beautiful that no man wanted to touch her.
However, Li Beitie frowned, turned sharply to look at the hotel owner, and replied with no less imposing manner, "I don't like people chattering around me when I'm treating patients!"