Dean Li sighed, then turned around and walked into the intensive care ward next to him.

In the ward, a middle-aged man in his forties hurriedly greeted him.

"Dean Li, what's going on, how long will that Doctor Zhang come over?"

Dean Li nodded: "Secretary Lin, I have already called, and Dr. Zhang will try his best to rush to the hospital as soon as possible." ”

"However, he is now in Shaoxi, even if he is at the fastest speed, I am afraid it will be four or five hours later. ”

"Four or five hours ....... Secretary Lin hesitated for a moment, then turned his head to look at the bedside.

There, a woman in her forties sat quietly, holding the patient's right hand in a hospital bed.

The woman looked at the pale man on the hospital bed, and after a while, the woman looked up at Dean Li.

"Is that Doctor Zhang really as powerful as you say? The first knife in the neurosurgery department of the Central Hospital, I heard, is very young?"

Dean Li nodded: "Well, it's really young, but even Tang Guohua thinks it's inferior to one-handed neurosurgery." ”

Moreover, since Dr. Zhang entered the Central Hospital, he has performed no less than 80 neurosurgical operations, all of which have been successful. ”

"It's almost a miracle, eighty surgeries, very few people can do this. ”

"Because no matter how strong a doctor's ability is, there will always be misses, and even when he is not in shape, it is inevitable that he will fail once or twice. ”

However, Dr. Zhang has achieved a 100% success rate. ”

Speaking of this, Dean Li hesitated for a while, but gritted his teeth, and finally said: "I think there is a kind of luck in Dr. Zhang, and this luck has made him never fail in surgery. ”

"And I also hope that Dr. Zhang's luck can continue in Secretary Ye. ”

"That's why I've been emphasizing that I hope to wait until Dr. Zhang comes to perform this surgery. ”

"That's right!" the hall chief lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then asked.

"If that doctor came to do the surgery, how likely do you think the surgery would be successful? ”

"Sixty percent, if Dr. Zhang does it, the probability of success should reach sixty percent!" Dean Li thought for a moment.

Although he is very confident in Zhang Kun, Secretary Ye's illness is too serious.

Cranial glioma, this is a difficult problem in the world, especially, I don't know why, until now, whether it is CT or MRI, it is impossible to present the specific situation in Secretary Ye's brain.

They could barely judge that Secretary Ye's disease might be a cranial glioma based on some of Secretary Ye's usual physical reactions.

However, if they can't show it, they can't judge the progression of the disease, and even the location of the tumor can't be completely determined now.

The decision on how to proceed with all the surgeries will not even be made until after the craniotomy.

Therefore, Dean Li said sixty percent, which is already a manifestation of Zhang Kun's greatest confidence.

"Sixty percent? What if Tang Guohua does it? Zhang asked again.

Dean Li hesitated for a moment, then sighed: "Tang Guohua once said that if he came to do it, it would not exceed fifty percent at most. ”

"Is it a difference!" Zhang Hall sighed silently: "Can Lao Ye last these few hours?"

Regarding this, Dean Li hurriedly nodded: "Don't worry, Hall Zhang, we have already given first aid to Secretary Ye, and logically speaking, it will definitely not deteriorate within four or five hours." ”

Four or five hours.

Zhang Hall turned his head to look at the figure on the hospital bed, in a coma, his brows were furrowed, and he seemed to be still suffering some kind of unspeakable pain.

"Then wait!" Zhang said without replying.

For that one.

The possibility of success may be the hope of life.

There was silence in the room for a moment.

In the waiting, time seems to become heavy, and little by little it passes slowly.

Secretary Lin kept looking at the time on his watch.

"It's been four hours, why hasn't Dr. Zhang come here yet. ”

Dean Li was also anxious, he held his mobile phone and kept dialing Zhang Kun's number.

But I don't know why, since the first time the phone was connected, Zhang Kun's number has been in a state where it has been unreachable.

Dean Li's heart was also full of anxiety, where was Zhang Kun, and whether he could get to the hospital on time?

Zhang Hall, who was next to the bed, silently looked at the time, it had been four hours and ten minutes.

"Whew!" Zhang Hall exhaled slowly, and then spoke.

"Dean Li, we can't completely pin our hopes on Dr. Zhang, tell us to go down and prepare, if Dr. Zhang doesn't arrive at the hospital in twenty minutes, then Tang Guohua will be in charge. ”

"Hey, that's the only way, Hall Zhang, I'll arrange it first!" Dean Li replied, and then went out to make arrangements.

I only hope that Zhang Kun can arrive within twenty minutes. Dean Li prayed silently.

After Dean Li left, Zhang Hall quietly looked at the unconscious figure on the hospital bed.

Lao Ye, you have to survive, we have been together for so many years, you can't just leave me alone.

Nantian is gone, do you want to leave me alone like this?

You still have a lot of things to do, your ambitions, your goals, your ideals, your everything.

If you're gone, then it's all gone.

So, you must survive it, I, I'm still waiting, and I'll grow old with you!

Thinking of the grief, even with Zhang Hall's perseverance, he couldn't help but have red and swollen eyes.

Twenty minutes went by in the blink of an eye.

Secretary Lin looked at the time on his wrist, and then silently walked to the hospital bed.

"Hall Zhang, it's been twenty minutes!"

"Call Dean Li and let Tang Guohua operate. Zhang Hall didn't reply, her tone was very flat, but where Secretary Lin couldn't see, her hands were already clenched tightly.

Lao Ye, I finally couldn't wait for Dr. Zhang, then, it's up to you, you must survive.

Secretary Lin ran out of the ward, found Dean Li, who was anxiously waiting for Zhang Kun at the entrance of the hospital, and said Zhang's instructions.

Dean Li gritted his teeth fiercely, Zhang Kun, Zhang Kun, why haven't you come yet!

However, since Zhang Hall had already spoken, Dean Li could not continue to postpone it.

raised his head and looked outside the hospital, but in the end he still didn't see Zhang Kun's shadow, Dean Li shook his hand, just look at your fate.