870. Chapter 870 How awkward is the second brother's personality?
Yang Mufan was as arrogant as an old man and smiled coldly: "Look at him?! Who does he think he is? Does he have the right to let me take a glance at him?!"
Nishimachi was speechless.
Finally, I had to shake my head and sigh and go upstairs.
However, every time he came out of Yang Muan's room carrying the medical kit, Yang Mufan floated behind him like a ghost and asked coldly: "How is my son? Has the fever gone down?!"
Every time Yang Mufan asked him this question, he was so depressed that there were dark lines in his head: How awkward is his second brother's character and how duplicitous is he?!
You obviously care about it, why do you act like a hedgehog and prick the other person until they are covered in blood?!
Nishimachi replied: "The fever keeps coming back and forth, and the situation is not optimistic."
Upon hearing this, Yang Mufan was immediately furious: "Not optimistic, what do you mean?! You incompetent waste, quack doctor!!!!!! I tell you, if my son keeps burning for half an hour, I will let you go
It will burn over and over again for the rest of my life!!"
"..." Nishimachi's face turned green. He actually wanted to retort: Since you think it's so easy to reduce the fever, then you do it.
He really wanted to see how far Yan Mufan could go without being useless and a quack doctor, so that the little prince's fever could be reduced in a matter of minutes.
However, does he have the courage to go against Yang Mufan?!
The answer is definitely: no.
So, he said with a smile on his face: "Second brother, don't be so impatient. Stay calm for a while. It's just a fever anyway, so it shouldn't kill anyone."
"What do you mean 'it's just a fever, but it won't kill anyone'?! Are you cursing my son?! I tell you, if my son has a problem, I will let your future sons have problems too."
"..." Nishimachi felt that the current Yang Mufan was becoming more and more overbearing and unreasonable.
He endured it again and again, and finally said with good temper: "Second brother, find a place and let's have a good chat."
Yang Mufan angrily sat down on the sofa, then breathed out the pent-up energy accumulated in his chest, and asked in a low voice: "Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?!"
Nishimachi sat down on the sofa diagonally across from Yang Mufan, crossed his fingers, and rested his forearms on his knees: "Second brother, I want to talk to you about the little prince's heart transplant surgery."
Upon hearing this, Yang Mufan immediately became alert: "What, is there something wrong with the surgery?!"
Nishimachi said: "Sirius found six people, but only one of them was successfully matched with the little prince, but the other person had a tumor on his brain, and his time is running out. Second brother, I'm worried that if the little prince is in such bad health, even if he can enter
Even if you have to go to the operating room..."
Nishimachi didn't mention the latter part clearly, but everyone knew it.
He admired Fan Ying's sharp eyebrows, and suddenly his frown became deep and tight.
Nishimachi: "Brother, heart transplant surgery is not uncommon with today's medical technology, but the risks of this surgery are really too high. The probability of successful transplantation has always far exceeded the mortality rate."
Yang Mufan didn't speak, just stared at Nishimachi, waiting for him to continue.
Nishimachi paused and then added: "The little prince is so weak and his body resistance is so low. I'm worried that even if the operation is successful, it will be difficult for him to survive the rejection period."
