Bailash Qiong looked panicked and shouted to the doctor for help.
At this time, the clock on the wall stopped at half past eleven.
Two night shift nurses came in first, and then Dr. Zhao hurried over with another doctor. After a quick inspection, they pushed the old man to the emergency room as quickly as possible.
"Grandpa...Grandpa, you must come through, you must come through..."
The door to the rescue room was closed and the lights were turned on. Bailash Qiong's eyes were already red.
Seeing Bailash Qiong like this, I didn't dare to go up and talk to her.
The old man was so tired that he asked me for a cigarette, so I gave him two cigarettes. After he finished smoking, he couldn't stop smoking.
This has nothing to do with me. After all, the old man has terminal cancer and can live for a month or two. His health is failing in all aspects and something could happen at any time.
I definitely hope to save him. During that time fifty years ago, the whereabouts of the cast iron Buddha is still a mystery.
Almost half an hour later, the emergency room door opened.
Bai Shiqiong ran over and held the doctor's hand: "Doctor Zhao, how is my grandpa! Is everything okay?"
Dr. Zhao removed the mask.
"Miss Bai, Mr. Bai seems to have something he can't let go of. He has a strong desire to live. People rescued him, but it was temporary. Mr. Bai's organs that were fine before also had problems. Now he is gradually suffering from multiple organ failure. He can still survive with the help of machines.
Live two or three days longer.”
After hearing this, Bai Shiqiong bit her lips and wiped away her tears.
"Dr. Zhao, can I go in and see grandpa?"
The doctor nodded: "Okay, I will communicate with my colleagues after my shift, and try to let your family members see Mr. Bai as much as possible in these two or three days."
Natural birth, old age, illness and death cannot be controlled. If one day I become like this, I will face it calmly. Maybe I will unplug myself from the oxygen. But I noticed the doctor’s words. He said that the old man seems to have something that he can’t let go of.
Is it because I have the desire to live just to take a look at the cast iron Buddha?
It’s just an antique from the Ming Dynasty. How can you be so obsessed with it?
I called Brother Yu in the corridor of the hospital, and contacted Tian Sanjiu through Brother Yu. After hearing what I said, Tian Sanjiu was silent for a minute on the phone and said: "God's calculations are not as good as those of humans, and the time has to be advanced.
My plan must also be advanced, so you can stay there before Bai Tingli dies."
I asked him why I stayed here? I'm not a relative, so I asked you, are you looking for the cast iron Buddha from the Iron Buddha Temple?
Tian Sanjiu said calmly: "What I found is that Wang Xiaoqin died in 1958, Tang Xin died in 1993, and Bai Tingli still had something to hide from me. A lot of things happened that year. I only know the approximate location of the Iron Buddha. Soon
I will find it."
Then, he suddenly laughed out loud on the phone and continued: "Huang Mao and Wei Xiaogang have fled to the south, the cultural relics from the Binta Underground Palace have also flowed into the underground black market in Zhejiang, and all the old immortals from the Northern Shaanxi Bureau have passed away.
, Now I can do whatever I want in Xianyang. When those people catch Wei Xiaogang and Huang Mao and recover the Binta cultural relics, I will have already obtained the Iron Buddha."
After hanging up the phone, I thought about what Xiantou said.
Tian Sanjiu's fifth step is to divert the disaster to the south.
In the past, the Cultural Relics Bureau and the police would chase tomb robbers everywhere. This does not apply to Tian Sanjiu, who seems to be fearless of anything. Yang Kun and others did not know how they died until they died.
The old man woke up in the early hours of the morning. I don't know if he had regained consciousness. He still recognized people and could speak. However, because he was breathing oxygen, he had to get very close to hear what was said.
At about seven o'clock in the morning, all the descendants of the Bai family arrived. Relatives and friends from all walks of life gathered around the ward. As an outsider, I seemed a bit redundant.
