"Wait, what do you mean by that?" Hearing this, Jian Er couldn't help but ask, the more she listened, the more wrong it became, did she hear it wrong or did she understand it wrong?

"The success rate of the operation," replied Dr. Jones with a serious face, "I have just consulted with Dr. Brown about Mr. Pierre's previous condition, and if that is calculated, the success rate of this operation may be only eight percent." ”

"What?" Jane picked at her ears in disbelief, wasn't she hallucinating?

"Please change a pair of gloves!" Dr. Jones looked at Jane dissatisfied, how could she do such an action! You must know that this will contaminate the surgical gloves (don't you see those doctors on TV who raise their hands after wearing surgical gloves when they come out? This is to prevent touching unclean things, which will stick to the patient's wound when operating on the patient, increasing the chance of wound infection)!

Jian Er's face was embarrassed, and her hands stiffened. Sure enough, there is still a certain distance between books and practice, and she has forgotten about it. But that's not the point, the point is ......

"I'll talk about that later," Jian Er waved her hand, thinking she needed to reconfirm what she had just heard, "What was the success rate of your surgery?"

"Eight percent. Dr. Jones frowned dissatisfied, saying that although it was related to the serious condition of Mr. Pierre, such a low success rate was not something to be proud of.

"Eight percent?!You're not mistaken?!How can it be so low!" Jian Er's eyes widened, and her face was full of incredulity, and she blurted out.

"What do you mean by that!" Dr. Jones's face turned black at once!

"Ah, I'm sorry. I mean, you can't be mistaken, how can this surgery have such a low success rate? Jane explained. Yes, Jian'er's explanation might as well not be explained. After her explanation, it was even more offensive.

Because as soon as Jian'er said this, it was obviously equivalent to questioning other people's diagnosis results and medical skills.

Sure enough, in the next second, Dr. Jones's face had become more than a "black" word that could be completely described. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he blurted out and roared at Jian'er: "What do you know? Do you know how serious Mr. Pierre's condition is? You don't understand anything, you ......are blind."

Before the word "say" could be spoken, Dr. Jones suddenly got stuck there as if he had pressed the pause button.

Wait, no, if the little girl in front of her didn't understand anything, then how did she stabilize Mr. Pierre's condition before? Could it be, could it be that in the eyes of this little girl, Mr. Pierre's illness was really not that serious?!

It was not impossible, although he did not understand the terrible-looking method used by the little girl in front of him (it would make one panic to look at Monsieur Pierre's head, which is not much like a hedgehog now), but it seemed to be really effective, as evidenced by the physical condition that Monsieur Pierre was presenting now. Perhaps in the eyes of this little girl, Monsieur Pierre is really not serious

"You have a way?!" Dr. Jones asked, his eyes lit up.

"Do you have a way?" said Madame Pierre, who was a little surprised, and it was evident that Madame Pierre and Dr. Jones had thought of going together.

Madame Pierre had not forgotten the answer she received when she questioned her husband's needle-riddled head. These needles were a lifesaver for her husband, and it was thanks to them that her husband has survived until now. And what she had heard earlier outside the operating room was that the needles were pierced by the young girl. Since this little girl can continue her husband's life with these needles, maybe this little girl can really do another miracle......

Thinking of this, Madame Pierre couldn't help but rush forward anymore, and grabbed Jane'er's hand like grabbing the last piece of driftwood: "Please, please help my husband, I can't live without him, please save him!"

"You, don't get excited. Jian'er replied a little helplessly, being looked at like this made her feel all kinds of pressure.

"Well, well, I'm not excited," said Madame Pierre, but with an attitude that was completely contrary to her words, "you, do you really have a way to save my husband?"

"I can make a move, but ......" Jian Er hesitated.

"But what? Do you need money? It doesn't matter, we pay whatever it is, and if we don't, my father and my brothers will help. Madame Pierre said anxiously, "Please trust my ability to pay, as long as you tell me a number, I will prepare it for you at once." ”

"No, you're mistaken, that's not what I meant. Jian Er hurriedly shook her hand.

"That's ......"

"I mean, I'm using Doctor Z, it's exactly the same as them, and the treatment may be incredible, are you sure you can accept it?"

And to be honest, Jane Er is still very willing to help Mr. Pierre, after all, this is a person who can disturb the qi of heaven and earth with his mortal body. It is definitely a great merit to be able to save this kind of person who makes heaven and earth mourn for his injury and illness, and if he gains such a great effort, it will be a good thing that Jian Er who has already entered the ranks of cultivators who can't ask for it (this person was frightened by the previous incident, and he is definitely sensitive to earning merit).

Of course, she has no problem helping, but only if the family and the hospital have to trust her enough, otherwise she will not be able to help if she does not admit her to do anything, or give her all kinds of restrictions.

"You're a little sure. In the end, Dr. Jones was calm and did not blindly make a request, but first clarified the situation.

"You wait. Jane took off her surgical gloves and gently pressed her fingertips on Mr. Pierre's pulse to confirm the diagnosis. Before Dr. Jones questioned it, he explained, "If I wear gloves, it will affect my feel, and it will be troublesome if I have a scratch diagnosis." ”

"How?" Dr. Jones could not help but ask as soon as Jane's fingertips left Mr. Pierre's wrist.

"Yes, how?" asked Madame Pierre.

"If you trust me, I'm at least sixty percent sure. Jian'er didn't dare to exaggerate, sixty percent, well, this number should be about the same. (To be continued.) )