The nurses and professors present exchanged glances, some in disbelief at the scene unfolding before them. What had the young man done?
However, the door had already been closed.
"Let's go to the surveillance room," led by the dean, several professors and experts headed to the surveillance room.
They called up the surveillance footage from Fang Sijie's ward.
"What is he doing?" A female professor, seeing the image on the monitor, couldn't help frowning.
The others also saw the scene on the monitor.
In the surveillance, Ye Qiu took out a row of silver needles and inserted them into Fang Sijie's head and limbs.
"This is reckless, does he think he's a doctor? Administering acupuncture so carelessly here, if something goes wrong, who will be responsible?" another professor exclaimed angrily.
While talking, they asked for the ward's door to be opened; they couldn't just let Ye Qiu continue, otherwise, if something happened to Fang Sijie, the hospital's reputation could be ruined.
