Song Yunjian's parents anxiously asked, "Doctor Gaoshan, I don't know when my son will be able to undergo surgery." ”

Gao Shan glanced at them lightly: "I have already reported this matter to the provincial and regional exchange system, as for when I will be able to find a matching heart source, it is still unknown." ”

Song Yunjian's mother said, "What's going on? Could it be that no one has donated organs?"

Song Yunjian's father sighed: "In this world now, it's hard to say anything." ”

Gao Shan comforted: "There are not a few volunteers who donate now, but most of them are some terminal diseases or death row prisoners and the like, the number is relatively scarce, and after the military controls, many corpses have been sent to major hospitals for research after they have just been executed. ”

Heart transplants are very difficult and require a high level of matchmaking.

Whether it is blood type or gender, there are extremely strict requirements.

After the husband and wife heard this, they wept silently, Jiang Xinyue, who was following behind, couldn't bear to hit them, but some ugly words must be said Before the front, there were so many medical troubles in the hospital, but they didn't explain things thoroughly before.

"Generally speaking, before the heart transplant, the indicators and genetic pairing between the donor and the recipient must be highly consistent so that the transplant will have a better effect, the rejection will be reduced, and even miracles will happen after the heart transplant, and there is no need to take other maintenance or anti-rejection drugs such as warfarin, so you don't need to be so pessimistic. Some time ago, our TCM hospital only included several hearts as specimens, and I believe that there should be a corresponding supply of heart in a few days. ”

Xiao Wang's nurse was worried that her aunt and uncle would not be able to stand the blow, so she had to comfort her.

"Another important point is that in our research during this period, we found that the gender requirements for heart matching are very high, if the recipient and donor are both male, the success rate can be increased by at least 15%, if the donor is female and the recipient is male, the success rate of male patients receiving female donor hearts is very low. ”

Of course, this kind of problem does not need to be considered in the mountains, and with the support of the aura, these are not problems.

Song Yunjian, who was lying on the bed, heard that he wanted to put a woman's heart on his body, and immediately retorted: "I don't want the hearts of other girls, they all say that those girls are careful, how can I be like them as a big man?"

The couple scolded back: "What nonsense are you talking about, stupid boy? At present, as long as there is a heart that can match the men and women, we can accept it." ”

Song Yunjian's mother reprimanded angrily: "What are you thinking about this stupid boy? ”

Song Yunjian, who was lying on the bed, didn't expect his words to attract attacks from all directions, and he didn't speak again with a smile on his face, but after he made such a fuss, the depressed atmosphere in the room eased a lot.

Gao Shan smiled and said, "Even if you want a man's heart, I can't arrange it for you." ”

Song Yunjian immediately replied happily: "Brother Gao Shan is the best for me." ”

But the husband and wife are still worried, "But if you wait like this, there is no accurate tens of thousands in case he suddenly becomes ill and can't wait for a heart transplant......"

When the words came to his mouth, Song Yunjian's father still swallowed.

Song Yunjian's mother glared at her husband fiercely and complained: "When has this been, can't you say something nice with your crow's mouth." ”

Gao Shan comforted: "Don't worry, I will try my best to help you fight, last time I heard that there was an appointment for the heart of a condemned prisoner in the First Affiliated Hospital, and I have asked someone to inquire about his blood type and gender, and if it is suitable, I will go to the blood for matching." If possible, his condition should be able to be prioritized. ”

The first hospital of the attached hospital made an appointment for the heart to do related research, but Song Yunjian's situation was special, and he could die at any time, so such people would generally be prioritized first.

The heart transplant was put on hold for the time being, waiting for a response from the First Hospital, and Takayama received a special package.

"Hey, hello, is this Mr. Takayama, we have a package here, saying it was sent to you. This package is too big, can you please come over and sign for it yourself?"

The courier looked at the courier behind him, which was enough to have more than 400 pounds, and he couldn't tell the headache, when the headquarters received this courier before, everyone guessed that it was unlucky to send the express, but I didn't expect that person to be himself.

What's even more strange is that this courier does not have any security check stamps on it, only one address.

And from time to time, some black liquid seeped out around this express, but after meeting the sun, it disappeared immediately.

The courier looked at the courier and always felt a little evil, so he quickly called Gao Shan again, urging him to hurry downstairs to sign for the courier.

The address is written on the director building of Gaoshan Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

Takayama himself felt very strange, and he didn't know when he bought the courier.

Maybe I've been too busy lately, and I'm so busy with trivial things that I can't remember for a while.

As soon as Gao Shan reached the gate of the hospital, several patrolling soldiers chased after him in a car, "Dean Gao Shan, are you going out now? Do you want us to drive you?"

Gao Shan thought that the other party mentioned on the phone that the volume of this express was a bit huge, and it was best to bring a few people over, so he beckoned a few soldiers to follow him.

"There's a courier to pick up outside the door, come with me. If it's convenient, drive a small car over and help me carry the delivery upstairs. ”

Takayama was not a man who liked to work hard, and a few of them immediately drove the car over enthusiastically.

Gao Shan saw the figure of the courier, and after seeing the behemoth behind him, he looked back at the car sitting under his buttocks, which could barely fit down.

Fortunately, I called a few soldiers just now, otherwise I would have to guard the door now and watch this express.

Gao Shan beckoned from the courier: "Hello, little brother, is that my courier?"

The courier nodded and shouted, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Gao Shan, I bother you to come out, this courier is too big, and it took my four colleagues half an hour to lift him to the car." ”