The old man sat on the rest chair outside the operating room in a daze, the door of the operating room was closed, and the red light on it seemed to be particularly dazzling.

The old man's face was sluggish, and his mind was full of happiness.

"Grandpa, look, what a beautiful butterfly!"

"Grandpa, teach me to write, teach me to write!"

"Grandpa, look, happiness is written in big letters, is it good-looking?"

"Grandpa, eat quickly, eat quickly, this is made by happiness himself, is it delicious?"

......

"Happy ......!"

A picture of the past kept turning back in his mind, and the old man grabbed his hands together, clenched them, and even pressed out the color of blue and white.

"Zhang Kun, please, you must help me save happiness back......!"

At this time, in the operating room, the operation has been going on for almost two hours.

The happy petite body was lying quietly on the operating table, and all the soft hair had been shaved off.

Zhang Kun held the scalpel at this time, and with the help of the nurse, he slowly cut through the scalp of happiness along the incision little by little.

The other nurse kept stopping the bleeding and put on a scalp clip.

"Periosteal stripper!"

"Dried blood pad!"

......

After the craniotomy was completed, Zhang Kun finally saw the tumor in Xingfu's brain.

Fuchs-red, clustered, in the shape of false chrysanthemums.

Sure enough, it's medulloblastoma!

Moreover, at this time, the purple-red tumor is in the upper right corner, which is bursting, and some dark red juice slowly overflows.

However, at this time, Zhang Kun had completely calmed down, and his face was flat: "Neutron Knife!"

Zhang Kun first cleaned up the spilled juice from the tumor, and then operated the neutron knife equipment pushed by the nurses to carefully begin to remove the tumor.

Zhang Kun moved very slowly, very slowly, and removed it little by little, while the happy parents next to him kept poking their eyes into the happy tumor, and reported the depth of the tumor from time to time.

This is the only way Zhang Kun came up with, using happy parents as a soul CT machine, or soul conduction MRI.

Little by little, the tumor information was transmitted in real time, and Zhang Kun kept adjusting according to the information provided by his happy parents, and slowly removed the tumor.

Time passed little by little, and suddenly, a surgical nurse exclaimed softly: "Doctor, the patient's blood pressure is starting to drop." ”

Hearing the nurse's exclamation, Zhang Kun took a look at the neutron knife in his hand, glanced at the testing instrument next to him, and then ordered with a flat face: "Establish the first intravenous channel, 500ml of saline, 250ml of glucose, and 100ml of hydrocortisone......!"

"Yes!" the surgical nurse hurriedly replied, and then followed Zhang Kun's instructions, a few minutes later.

"The patient's blood pressure is normal!"

...... an hour later.

"Oh no, doctor, the patient's body temperature is starting to drop and is already below the safe range!"

"Turn up the room temperature by 2 degrees, stop the venous passage, open the breathing circuit and install a gas warmer....... ”

"Yes...... The patient's body temperature returned to normal!"

...... three hours later.

"Doctor, the patient's blood pressure is dropping again, very quickly!"

"Well, open the first vein, and establish the second vein, whole blood infusion. ”

"Yes...... , the patient's blood pressure is normal!"

......

In the operating room, Zhang Kun seemed to have turned into a robot, the whole person was calm to an abnormal extent, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, and the whole mind seemed to have entered the realm of Gujing without waves.

Any abnormality that occurred during the operation seemed to be unable to cause his fluctuations, and he calmly, calmly, and lightly instructed the operating nurse to solve the problem one by one.

At this time, Old Man Lu, who was outside the operating room, was still sitting motionless, except for occasionally raising his head to look at the flashing red light on the operating room.

"It's been a few hours......," the old man asked in a hoarse voice.

The black-clothed bodyguard next to him hurriedly looked at the time: "Master, it's been eight hours!"

"Eight hours!" the old man remained silent.

......

Time is still passing bit by bit.

Twelve hours later, in the operating room, Zhang Kun's face was slightly pale, but his hands were still steadily stitched with the last stitches.

The surgery was finally done .......

At this time, Zhang Kun's face turned red for a while, and he stared blankly at the happiness on the operating table, his face flashing with a full flush.

"The operation was successful!"

A few minutes later, the red light outside the operating room finally stopped, and with a snap, the door of the operating room opened, and Zhang Kun, who was wearing a sterile gown, slowly walked out.

The old man immediately stood up and rushed in front of Zhang Kun, his wrinkled face was full of nervousness at the moment.

"Zhang, Zhang Kun, how's it going, how's it going!"

Zhang Kun took off his mask and nodded with a pale face: "The operation, it was successful!"

"It's ......!" the old man's face immediately flashed with a hint of ruddy, and he hurriedly grabbed Zhang Kun's hand and said excitedly.

"Thank you, thank you......!"

However, Zhang Kun suddenly shook his head: "The operation was successful, but the tumor of happiness occupies too large an area, and the success of the operation does not mean that happiness is out of danger!"

"Moreover, Happiness's brain waves are low now, and it is possible to fall into the danger of being in a vegetative state, so, old man, you have to be mentally prepared!"

After speaking, Zhang Kun sighed lowly, he really tried his best, but the operation took too long .......

After listening to Zhang Kun's words, the old man's hand just froze there, he looked at Zhang Kun blankly, the ruddy on his face immediately disappeared, and he became pale again.

"You, what did you say, vegetative person?"

Zhang Kun lowered his head and nodded slightly: "If you can't wake up after forty-eight hours of happiness, then you may become a vegetative person." ”

"I'm sorry......!"

The old man trembled, his legs and feet suddenly weakened, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back, and Zhang Kun hurriedly supported him.

The old man's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth trembled: "Vegetative ......!"

Zhang Kun supported the old man, looking at the old man's appearance at this time, Zhang Kun felt very uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, old man, I've done my best, now I only hope that happiness can wake up within forty-eight hours, and then it will be out of danger!"

"If ......!"

After that, Zhang Kun didn't continue, and at this time, in the operating room, the mobile cart was slowly pushed out.

Happiness in a patient gown lay quietly on it, and the old man immediately rushed up, looking at the happiness lying quietly on the cart, his face was full of bitterness.

Happiness.......