In the end, Sister Ma sighed repeatedly and said that the society in the future has been disturbed by these young people and it is really impossible to do anything about it, and it will soon be completely degenerated.
After finally hanging up the phone, the nurse who initially told him that nothing should be placed on the bedside table came towards him, glaring at him and asked him to lie down. Then she lifted up his clothes to check the wound, and said something unhappily, "Recover".
That's good, don't touch the water, don't use force and so on.
Xiong Weiqun nodded in response with a half-smile. As soon as the nurse came out, he immediately got off the floor and said to the mother of the child on the bed next to her: "Is there any soap? A hand towel will do. I'm going to wash my hair."
As soon as he heard that he was going to wash his hair, the kind-hearted young man next to him took out a new piece of soap and told him that he could use it as it was a six-piece children's soap that he had bought just in case of emergencies.
After thanking him, Xiong Weiqun went to the public bathroom, took the alpaca-shaped soap and rushed to his head, and then rubbed it into foam.
Before Sister Ma's call, he checked the wound himself and found that he was recovering well. He planned to visit his sister every day until her surgery in four days. In a sense, it was convenient to be hospitalized due to injuries.
He went to see his sister.
After his sister finished the operation, he immediately left the hospital bed and stayed with her until she was discharged from the hospital.
I washed my hair and shook it, then washed my face with alpaca soap, and shaved with the electric razor Zhong Ping left in my bag, even leaving a bloody cut.
I looked in the bathroom mirror and felt that it looked pretty good, so I put away my things and went back to the hospital bed to wait for my hair to dry naturally.
During this period, he unceremoniously asked the young man who was looking after the children for his used alpaca soap and said that he would buy a new one and return it to them. The young man was very kind and said that it was just a piece of soap. If you don't want to take it to us,
Can't even finish it.
Originally, the unified visiting hours for my sister's ward were from 1 to 4:30 in the afternoon, but Xiong Weiqun didn't make it to that time in the end. He shook his hair and found that it was completely dry, so he straightened his clothes and went upstairs.
At this time, when it was close to noon, the nurse's office in the sterile ward was quite quiet. Xiong Weiqun saw the nurse Wang Jie who had been taking care of Dandan at a glance, walked straight to her desk, nodded and smiled at her.
Wang Jie also immediately saw this brother who worked hard all day long, but instead of standing up to greet him and take him to the disinfection room as before, he motioned for him to sit on a chair aside, as if he had something to say.
Xiong Weiqun's heart skipped a beat, and he sat down on the chair without daring to get out of his breath. The nurse rummaged around on the table for a long time, and finally found a copy of Dandan's medical record. She handed it to Xiong Weiqun to read and said, "Xiong Dan has to do high-intensity exercise recently.
Don’t see her in the days before chemotherapy and surgery.”
Ignoring the unreadable medical record in his hand, Xiong Weiqun looked at the nurse and asked with a glimmer of hope: "Not even once in these four days?"
"It's best not to do it even once." The nurse shook her head apologetically, and then looked back at Xiong Weiqun to see if he had any more questions to ask.
"This surgery also has a success rate? What is the success rate?" Xiong Weiqun did not give up and continued to ask.
"You should have discussed this with the attending doctor before..." The nurse was very surprised.
Xiong Weiqun couldn't help but be shocked: He had forgotten about it! He was just signing in for the operation, but he didn't even discuss the details of the operation! All these things were done by the smoking woman? And he didn't trust that woman at all.
!
I thought Xiong Weiqun had forgotten what they had discussed, so the nurse saved him the trouble of running to the doctor: "The success rate of the operation is 50%-75%. You will get the same number if you go to the doctor and ask again..."
"It's no problem if it doesn't succeed..." Xiong Weiqun asked tentatively.
This time the nurse also saw that he seemed to have never discussed it with the doctor, so she had to make the right suggestion: "...you should discuss these details with the doctor."
After that, Xiong Weiqun still asked if he really couldn't see her now. After getting a positive answer, he had to temporarily give up the idea of seeing his sister, and ran downstairs to find a doctor to learn everything he wanted to know.
The success rate is just as the nurse said, the risk of surgical failure is neither too big nor too small. There is also an example of a 16-year-old girl who failed three transplants but got better in the end. It is best not to see her now, nor after the surgery.
You will need to stay in the hospital for at least one month after surgery to observe the condition aseptically.
After a few words from the doctor and nurse, Xiong Weiqun's previous assumptions were completely dispelled. As he walked downstairs in the stairwell, he silently decided to go home now. There was no use staying in the hospital anyway. Zhong Ping's mobile phone and charger
With everything in his hands, he can easily receive the call from the hospital.
Anyway, Zhong Ping probably won't come back. Sister Ma's phone call in the morning made it clear that Zhong Ping resigned on behalf of the two of them, so it must have been a call that Zhong Ping was coerced into playing after he was kidnapped.
He forced himself not to think about Zhong Ping, and kept telling himself that he couldn't even handle his own family's affairs well, and that this kind of dispute between the upper class of the underworld was not something he could handle if he wanted to.
Returning to the ward, he stuffed his mobile phones, several daily necessities, and alpaca soap into Zhong Ping's bag. When the young man next to him saw it, he immediately asked: "You are discharged from the hospital so soon?"
Xiong Weiqun nodded: "I'm discharged from the hospital. See you soon."
After saying goodbye to the patients and their parents, Xiong Weiqun grabbed Zhong Ping's satchel and went downstairs.
When I got to the first floor, I looked at the Yannv's office and treatment room, and thought I'd better leave the hospital with a message to make it easier for those who need to be hospitalized and don't have a bed yet.
So he squeezed toward the corridor. When he got there, he pushed the door of the treatment room and found that it was locked. Then he went to the office next to him, but the door opened a crack when he pushed it.
He walked into the office, but there was no one inside. Just when he was thinking about forgetting it and pushing the door open to leave, he heard a fierce voice coming from the other side of the door connecting the office and the disposal room. It seemed that they were arguing.
.
It turned out that the person was still there. Xiong Weiqun sat on the chair behind the consultation desk and had a feeling of being an expert while waiting for the other party to finish the conversation.
But ten minutes passed, and the woman seemed to have no intention of stopping. Xiong Weiqun let out a long sigh, got up and walked to the ajar door, intending to go in and tell her that she was leaving, and then never looked back.
of walking away.
But as soon as his hand reached the doorknob, he heard the woman's voice coming over very clearly: "...Don't worry, even though they are twins, the little cuties who come back are nothing, there is no need to worry at all..."
Are you talking about Zhong Ping? Xiong Weiqun is a little confused. Why would this woman tell people that Zhong Ping is "nothing"... It sounds like she said during the war that the fortifications here are nothing, so hurry up and attack them.
Xiong Weiqun casually took a small mirror aside, adjusted the angle and looked into the crack in the door, trying to see who the woman was talking to. However, the crack in the door was not good enough, and he could not find an angle that could reflect the figure.
"...Look at the hard-working people under your command. They can't even get rid of one of them. Now it's too late? And you want to hospitalize him here? What on earth are you thinking..." said the man's voice.
"I have my own considerations! He has a family member here with us." The woman replied coldly, "If you don't mention this, what are my conditions?"
Did he even mention himself? Xiong Weiqun couldn't help but hold his breath to see where the conversation would go.
The other party also snorted coldly: "What's your condition? I'll give it to you when you finish the matter!"
The woman was silent for a while before continuing: "As a member of my family, I would like to remind you that if this continues, you will never get any good results. If I were the boss of your family, I would give up the Qingtian area..."
The other party was obviously quite disdainful of the "main family" in the sentence just now. He changed his voice and sneered: "The main family is just a family, so it is not a human being. You only have a cooperative relationship with us, otherwise when we break into the 'main family', the first
I’ve cooked you up, you pervert.”
"On the 29th, the same place, just prepare your things and wait." The woman completely lost her sense of casualness and said stiffly.
The other party still seemed to be very disdainful. He snorted and said no more. I don't know what actions the two of them performed. Finally, the man flashed past the crack in the door and went out of the disposal room.
In such a fleeting moment, Xiong Weiqun noticed a dim golden color following him, either that person's hair was that color, or that person's hat was that color.
The conversation is over! Xiong Weiqun rushed towards the office door with all his strength. Halfway through, he heard the woman yelling angrily from behind: "Don't move!"
He subconsciously stopped his body with his left foot and reached for his waist with his right hand, only to find that the gun was no longer there. At the same time, he saw the woman pointing a miniature automatic pistol at him without shaking her hands.
"How much did you hear?!" The woman completely lost her usual composure and shouted hysterically.
Xiong Weiqun raised his hands, just like Zhong Ping's sunflower game that day. Looking at the surrounding environment, even a small pistol without a silencer would make a loud sound, so he took a gamble and believed in the woman
He would not silence him on the spot. He could not show his timidity at this time, otherwise he would lose. So he stared at the woman with a sharp look in his eyes: "Nothing."
The woman still held the gun and did not relax: "I can see people very accurately. Didn't hear anything? I don't believe it. When were you there?"
"When? Is it important? If I said I had just arrived, you would have let me go?" Xiong Weiqun said calmly, his eyes wandering to the desk behind the woman and then to the door next to him.
As if she saw what Xiong Weiqun was thinking, the woman said sternly: "Don't play tricks, your sister is still in my hands!"
Xiong Weiqun suddenly felt angry in his heart: The day when his sister's safety was threatened has finally come! It's still a critical moment before and after such an operation!