"Secretary Yang, how did my mother suddenly become ill? Didn't the doctor say don't let her have too many mood swings, how the hell do you become a secretary? An older woman sitting on the edge of the hospital bed stood up and said with a frown. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Liu's face turned pale, she had tried her best not to let the dean worry about the things in the academy, and the arrangements were perfect, but who could have predicted some unexpected things?

"Okay Huiping, don't blame Xiao Yang." The old man sitting on the edge of the bed spoke: "Xiao Yang, you go and get busy with your business first, school will start tomorrow, and there must be a lot of things in the school." ”

"Principal Wu, I'd better wait for the dean to wake up before leaving." Yang Liu shook his head and said.

She is the dean's full-time secretary, in addition to assisting the dean's work, it is also her duty to take care of the dean's life.

"Yang Liu, you go back to school first, my body is fine......"

At this time, a weak voice came from the hospital bed.

"Mom, you're awake!"

"Dean, you're awake!"

The dean's closed eyes on the hospital bed had already opened, and several people in the room hurriedly surrounded him.

"Mom, how are you feeling now?" The middle-aged woman who spoke just now hurriedly asked.

A smile appeared on the dean's wrinkled face, and he said, "I feel better now than before, and my chest doesn't seem to be so stuffy." ”

The middle-aged man and the two women both looked a little gloomy when they heard this, how could they not know their mother's physical condition, at this time it was just the old man's words of comfort to them.

"You better stop talking, just rest here, leave the affairs in the school to Yang Liu, you don't have to worry about it." The old man sitting on the bed shook the hand of the hospital chief and gently patted the back of her hand.

The two have been in love with each other for so many years, and they can often guess what the other party thinks with a single action or look.

The dean nodded, turned his head to look at Yang Liu, and said, "Xiao Yang, you can take the time to call Xiao Li and Xiao Lin, those two children should also be frightened, let them not worry, my body is fine." ”

"Well, don't worry, dean, I'll call Teacher Li and Teacher Lin when I go back." Yang Liu smiled slightly and said, "There are still a lot of things to be busy in the school, so I'll go back first." ”

"Mom, in the future, you can treat your illness in the hospital with peace of mind, and leave the things over there to other people to do." After Yang Liu left, the middle-aged man stepped forward and said.

"Okay, I'll listen to our mayor this time!" The dean said with a smile.

"Really!"

"Mom, this is what you said, don't go back!"

Before the middle-aged man could speak, the two women had already cried out happily. He grabbed the dean's hand, as if he was afraid that she would regret it.

The old man's illness could not be overworked, they didn't know how many times they had persuaded before, the old man was unwilling to put down his work, but he didn't expect to agree so easily this time.

The hearts of the three people breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

At this time, in the director's office of the First People's Hospital of Qianzhou City, an old man in a white coat stared at the cardiac color ultrasound on the screen, and kept muttering to himself: "This is not right, how did the necrotic part of the heart become smaller......

The old man paced in the office and thought at the same time.

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"Could it be a machine failure?"

After a long time, the old man shook his head and attributed the ultimate cause to the failure of the machine.

As the president of the First People's Hospital of Qianzhou City and a well-known expert in the treatment of heart diseases at home and abroad, Yan Xinmin naturally knows that it is impossible for a necrotic heart to regain its vitality, so the only reason that can explain why there are fewer necrotic parts of the patient's heart is that the machine that does cardiac color ultrasound has failed.

"I'm afraid Lao Xu only has half a year......" After looking at the screen for a while, Yan Xinmin sighed and said helplessly.

There was a knock at the door.

Yan Xinmin sat back in his seat and said, "Please come in." ”

A middle-aged man walked in from the outside.

Yan Xinmin stood up from his chair and said, "Minghan is here, sit down!" ”

The middle-aged man didn't speak, looked at Yan Xinmin, and asked straight to the point: "Uncle Yan, tell me honestly, what happened to my mother's illness?" ”

Yan Xinmin was silent for a while, shook his head, and said; "I'm afraid Lao Xu only has less than half a year."

His expression was a little sad, because the middle-aged man's mother was not only his patient, but also an old friend he had known for many years.

"Uncle Yan, is there really no other way?" Although he knew very well in his heart that Yan Xinmin was an absolute expert in the field of cardiology, Wu Minghan still asked without giving up.

Yan Xinmin shook his head a little helplessly, and said: "There are too many parts of heart necrosis, even if we try our best to slow down the rate of continuous necrosis, I'm afraid it can only be delayed for a few months." ”

"What about the level of medical care abroad, and what if it is transferred abroad?"

"Although the medical conditions abroad are a little better, there is no breakthrough in this treatment, and there is no need to toss anymore." Yan Xinmin patted him on the shoulder and said with a sigh.

Wu Minghan's fists were clenched, and the joints of his fingers were slightly white because they were too hard, and after a long time, they finally loosened weakly.

Even though he is the mayor of a city and has the fate of many people in his hands, he still has no way to deal with many things.

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Resplendent bar.

Huang Mao trembled and walked to Li Mingxuan's seat, and said in a trembling voice: "Li, Mr. Li, you drink, drink, drink, drink?" ”

Huang Mao didn't know if his actions just now had been seen by Li Mingxuan, and he was so nervous that he even trembled a little when he walked.

For this little gangster who stammered a little, Li Mingxuan had some impressions in his heart.

As a teacher, it is natural to keep oneself clean and set a good example for students. Speaking from his heart, Li Mingxuan really didn't want to have anything to do with these gangsters, but after a few times, he found that these gangsters were indeed different from what he had thought in his heart before.

Whether it was the Chen Dong I saw last time or this little yellow hair, they were not bad people in terms of appearance, so Li Mingxuan's impression of them gradually changed.

He didn't answer Huang Mao, looking at him thoughtfully.

Huang Mao saw that Li Mingxuan didn't speak, just stared at him, and his heart chuckled, and cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

Li ...... Mr. Li, I just ...... No, I didn't mean to ......" Huang Mao's face turned pale, and he hurriedly began to explain, but before he finished speaking, he saw Li Mingxuan stretch out a hand and grab him.

Thump!

Huang Mao's face was as frightened as earth, and his legs fell to the ground with weakness.