Three days later, at around 3 p.m., Zhou An finally waited for Julie's call.

Jiaojiao's re-examination results have come out, her last confirmed examination was done before pregnancy, and it has been more than a year since now, so the results of this re-examination are not optimistic, and the situation has deteriorated a lot compared to when she was diagnosed a year ago. ”

Julie's voice was a little heavy.

Zhou An's heart continued to sink when he heard it, and after listening, he was silent for a long time.

Before this result came out, he still had a little luck in his heart, hoping that Lin Jiaojiao's previous examination results were misdiagnosed, after all, looking at her current appearance, she did not look like she was seriously ill.

But there is no luck in life, and the results of the review that Julie told him on the phone shattered the luck he had.

On the phone, he was silent.

On the other end of the phone, Julie also fell silent, the conversation between the two was obviously connected, but for more than a minute, both of them were silent, and on the phone, fell into an unspeakable silence.

More than a minute passed, and Zhou An finally spoke, his voice was equally heavy, "What about the operation? Did the doctor say that she is not suitable for surgery? If she does, what is the probability of success?"

The doctor said that if the operation was performed when the diagnosis was made, with the strength of their hospital, there would be about two or three percent certainty, but now, at most, only one or two will be, maybe not yet, whether to do this operation or not, the doctor did not give advice, only let Jiaojiao and her parents make up their minds. ”

"One or two?"

Zhou An's heart sank to the bottom, and his brows were tightly locked.

The probability of this cure is so low that it is difficult to see hope, and even more than a year ago, when the surgery was first diagnosed, the chance of success was only two or three percent.

He finally understood why Lin Jiaojiao decided not to do that operation in the first place, but the possibility of failure of the operation was too great.

"Yes, that's what the doctor said. On the phone, Julie sighed softly.

She ...... And what about her parents' decision? Are they still willing to have this surgery?"

Zhou An was silent for a moment and asked again.

Julie: "Jiaojiao didn't make up her mind this time, she left the decision to her parents, she said that if they still wanted her to have this surgery, she would do it, and if they changed their minds, she would go home with them." ”

Zhou An frowned, "Then how did her parents decide?"

Julie: "They are still struggling, Jiaojiao's father just went downstairs to smoke, her mother went to the bathroom, I guess it's all very uncomfortable now! I don't know if they can make up their minds today, Zhou An, at this time, I can't suggest anything, all the choices, they can only do it themselves." ”

Zhou An lowered his eyelids and looked bitter, "Understand, Sister Li, no matter what choice they make in the end, please tell me as soon as possible, if the operation fee is not enough, you must also tell me as soon as possible, I have prepared the money here." ”

Julie: "Okay! Don't worry, I'll let you know the results in time." ”

……

At the end of the call, Zhou An leaned weakly on the back of his chair, and at this time he sat on the seat in the bar of Xinzhuang Weiyuan, temporarily playing the role of cashier.

Because the cashier of Xinzhuang Weiyuan took a temporary leave today, he, the boss, had to be temporarily replaced.

At this point in time, there were few diners in the restaurant, leaning on the back of the chair with a tired expression, Zhou An raised his slightly trembling right hand, took out a cigarette case and a lighter in his arms, and lit a cigarette with red eyes.

The success rate of surgery is at most 10% or 20%, which makes him feel extremely heavy, and he really can't hold out much hope.

When he thought that in the near future, Lin Jiaojiao would leave this world forever, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

It was even more difficult for him to accept that he and her daughter, the little one, who was less than a year old, would lose his mother before he could remember.

All kinds of thoughts that don't usually come out at all also popped up in his mind at this time.

For example, perhaps, if it weren't for my rebirth, she would still be my eldest cousin, she wouldn't have suffered this fate, she would have lived a good life, much happier than she is now......

For example, why is there such a butterfly effect? What did I touch?

For example: I'm so low as a reborn! The ones I used to watch were reborn, and some of the protagonists were reborn with a magical system, curing diseases and saving people, and drinking water was as easy as ever, and some of the protagonists were reborn, and the whole world was revived, and there were also N ways to cure and save people, but what about my golden finger?

Wait a minute.

All kinds of chaotic thoughts made him even more depressed.

Others don't know, but he himself knows that in that life, Lin Jiaojiao was his eldest cousin-in-law, and she had never had such a terminal illness at all.

And in this life, she has such a terminal illness, and the reason must be inseparable from his rebirth.

Realizing this, he will inevitably feel self-blame in his heart, and deep in his heart, there is even a faint trace of fear, because he doesn't know whether his rebirth will bring some kind of bad luck to the people around him.

As he was reborn, the more time passed, he knew very well that the fate of many people around him had actually been changed.

Most of them have changed their fortunes for the better, but the terrible thing about the butterfly effect is that it is completely uncontrollable, or even completely unpredictable.

No one knows if Lin Jiaojiao's bad luck is an isolated case, or just a beginning......

After smoking a cigarette in silence, Zhou An closed his eyes, picked up his mobile phone and dialed Shen Jinke's number.

"Hey, Anzi, what are you talking about?"

On the phone, Shen Jinke's voice was brisk, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Zhou An was not infected by his good mood, and asked in a heavy mood: "Brother Shen, do you have any access to hospitals?" I'm talking about the best hospitals in the country that treat tumors, please help me think about it carefully, do you know any doctors? Or do any of your friends have connections in this area?"

Shen Jinke: "Ah? What? Oncology Hospital? The best in the country? Anzi! What's the situation? Don't scare me! Who is sick? It can't be you, right?"

On the phone, Shen Jinke seemed to be taken aback by his words.

Zhou An sulked, "It's not me, it's a friend of mine who is very close, very close, she was found to have a brain tumor, she is now in the hospital in Nanjing, and she can arrange surgery for her, but I want to know, is there a better hospital in this area, the success rate of surgery is higher, you have a wide range of contacts, is there a relationship in this area that can help me?"

Shen Jinke breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, I was scared to death just now, it's better if it's not you......!" Think about it, don't worry! I'll help you ask those relatives and friends of mine! There should be someone who has a relationship in this regard, you can wait for me to call you back!"

Zhou An: "Okay, then I'm sorry for you!"

Shen Jinke: "Hey, I'll see me yet, then let's do it first! I'll hang up first, wait for my call!"

Zhou An: "Okay!"