? There was still an hour before the scheduled operation time. Xu Qing was not in a hurry to change clothes. It was uncomfortable to dress like a Gundam and be watched by a group of wretched foreign devils for several hours.
"Don't be busy. Help me get the two sisters settled first. With your ancient reputation, it should be fine!" Xu Qing didn't take the surgery seriously at all. What he was most concerned about was the eyes of the Shen sisters.
Gu Feng smiled and said: "Do you think there is nothing wrong with me? The special care unit has been prepared for a long time. Check-ups will be arranged as soon as you move in."
Xu Qing had a satisfied smile on his face, glanced at Mr. Wu with rosacea beside him, and nodded politely.
Wu Buzui waited at the door for half an hour when such a young man with a hairless mouth showed up. He felt very unhappy. He snorted and turned his face away, saying in a deep voice: "Old Gu, this is you.
You mean anesthesia assistant?”
Gu Feng was in a good mood, and he didn't notice the flavor in Wu Lao's words. He smiled and said: "Xu Xiaozi's treatment methods are amazing. If I could go back twenty years, I might still worship him."
I want you to learn some internal martial arts."
Wu Bu Zui smiled proudly and said: "What's so great about learning weird and obscene skills? One day I'll teach you a section of Wu Qin Opera. It's much better than some internal martial arts."
There was a bit of contempt in these words. Xu Qing was a little harsh when he heard it, and said to himself, this old man must have taken some gunpowder. My righteousness is not some miraculous skill. If it weren't for looking at your old arms and legs,
, we will know after practicing.
He was muttering in his heart, but he couldn't say it clearly, so as not to refute Gu Feng's face. Only then did Gu Feng understand that Wu Bu Zui was upset, but it was no wonder, who else had been blowing the north wind at the gate for more than half an hour, waiting for such a shameless person?
I'm afraid all the hairy boys are like this.
Gu Feng said with a smile: "Old man Wu, don't be dissatisfied. Xu Xiaozi's Kung Fu is definitely second to none in Jiangcheng."
Wu Buzui smiled calmly and said: "It's a donkey. I only know it when I walk with it. Let's go, there's less ink stains." After saying that, he picked up the corner of his white coat, turned around and walked straight into the hospital gate.
Gu Feng shrugged helplessly, and led Xu Qing and others directly to the arranged special care ward. The room was spacious and bright, and it was a double room. As for registration and other matters, it was all saved. This was in compliance with the saying, please beg me.
It's better to be an official and keep your mouth open than to complain all over the world. In the Affiliated Hospital, Professor Gu is a dean-level official, and he can handle anything with just an open mouth.
Several ophthalmologists were already waiting in the special care ward. Seeing Professor Gu bring someone there, they immediately came over with a warm smile. They were very busy examining the two sisters and asking about their conditions. Liu Huiqun on the side felt flattered.
She felt like she was meeting a noble person this time, and she stayed there for half a minute with tears streaming down her face.
"These are the best ophthalmologists in the hospital. So, are you satisfied?" Professor Gu looked at Xu Qing with a smile, with a hint of pride in his words.
Xu Qing touched his nose and said, "It's not bad. It would be better if I could save on medical expenses and so on."
Professor Gu glared: "Go away, you kid still lacks this little money. I, the honorary dean, don't have the final say in financial matters." Just after he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something else, and said with a smile: "But this
The patient who underwent the first operation was very rich and promised to build a special Chinese medicine building for the hospital after the operation was successful. It would be a piece of cake for you to save your medical expenses."
Xu Qing grinned happily: "That's good, I guarantee that the old scalper won't wake up if I poke it with my finger. You can just operate on that rich patient without any worries."
Professor Gu patted Xu Qing on the shoulder and said sternly: "Boy Xu, Mr. Kuang Huaxiong is a legendary figure. This time we came to Jiangcheng for surgery and there were nine foreign Japanese experts with ulterior motives following us. We can't be slapped in the face by the Japanese.
"
Xu Qing said disapprovingly: "Okay, I'm just an anesthesiologist. I'll just poke it with my finger and ignore it."
Professor Gu frowned, held Xu Qing's shoulders and walked out of the ward. He walked to the smoking area at the end of the corridor. He glanced left and right and found no one. Then he said with a serious face: "Qingzi, to tell you the truth, Kuang Huaxiong and I
We met thirty years ago, and this time I asked you to come and accompany me for the operation, which is more than just acupuncture and anesthesia."
Xu Qing looked slightly surprised, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took two puffs, waiting for the next step. He estimated that the operation would take at least a few hours, so he might as well smoke a cigarette to relieve his addiction.
Professor Gu stared blankly at the end of the corridor and said in a deep voice: "To be honest, the condition of Kuang Huaxiong's intracranial hemangioma is very bad. Even Mr. Wu and I are not sure about this operation. The success rate of the operation is only..." He said here
The old look is a little gloomy.
Xu Qing exhaled a puff of smoke and asked in a low voice: "Just tell me directly, what is the percentage?"
㊣(4) Professor Gu gritted his teeth and two words popped out from between his teeth: "Less than 30%!"
"What?" The cigarette stick in Xu Qing's mouth fell on his feet with a clatter, and there were some burn marks on his leather shoes. He was really shocked by the success rate that Professor Gu said. What is the concept of less than 30%?
That doesn't mean that the old man named Kuang will most likely have to cover his face with a sheet, or a white sheet, when he goes to the operating table.
Professor Gu said calmly: "Old man Kuang knows his situation. He insists on coming to Jiangcheng to perform surgery with traditional Chinese medicine this time for only one purpose. The fallen leaves can return to their roots and be buried in China after death."
Xu Qing frowned and said: "Don't forget that if Mr. Kuang lies on the operating table and cannot get up or down, your reputation will be at stake..." Before he could finish speaking, Professor Gu interrupted with a faint smile and waved his hand: "We are gentlemen.
We depend on each other for life and death, Old Man Kuang, I and Bu Zui have been friends for more than thirty years, how can we two old guys care about this false reputation?"
Xu Qing stopped talking, took out another cigarette and lit it, took a puff and exhaled the smoke and said: "Since you are less than 30% sure, why did you ask me to do it?"
An old Chinese businessman who deliberately returned to China to seek death, and then used the dignity of two old friends, this thing itself is weird, why should he be brought along with him? Xu Qing was a little confused.
Professor Gu suddenly reached out and pinched the cigarette in Xu Qing's mouth and flicked it with his fingers. Half of the cigarette drew an arc in the air and landed accurately on the cylindrical sand tray in the smoking area. He said leisurely: "Young people smoke too many cigarettes."
No, if those foreign Japanese experts take the opportunity to cause trouble later, you will give them a good beating."
Xu Qing now understood a little bit. The old man didn't ask him to do some anesthesia, but to act as a bodyguard thug. Khan! This matter is a bit messy...
"You really take care of me. As long as you say a word, the soldiers can bring several trucks. Do you think you should let us take the lead?" Xu Qing shook his head helplessly, but there was not much resistance in his heart.