Ning whispered Zhang Yang all the way downstairs, and then reluctantly returned home.

As soon as he closed the door, Ning whispered and leaned himself against the door, and the back of Zhang Yang's departure just now appeared uncontrollably in his eyes.

What's wrong with myself, he just left, and I miss him.

You don't really like him, do you? It's a drill.

Ning whispered, be sober, he is just your student, your younger brother!

Zhang Yang sat in the car, constantly thinking about how to discuss this matter with He Xi. After all, this matter is related to the safety of He's life, and of course He Xi can't treat his father's life as a child's play.

So Zhang Yang felt that even if she trusted herself again, it would still be a little difficult to convince her that she was a miracle doctor.

If it is someone else, Zhang Yangcai doesn't care whether you believe it or not, it's none of his business at all. But He Xi is different, she is a good teacher, Zhang Yang respects her very much, and naturally he really wants to help her.

The taxi had already stopped at the entrance of the Dongcheng District People's Hospital for a while, Zhang Yang hadn't noticed it, and was still sitting in the back seat thinking about the problem.

The driver finally patted the steering wheel impatiently: "Little brother, if you sit like this again, I will have to add money." ”

Zhang Yang came back to his senses in astonishment, took out a red head from his pocket and threw it over: "No need to look for it." ”

As soon as he got out of the car, Zhang Yang walked directly to the hospital, he had already been here once at noon, and he knew where the ward was, so he went upstairs directly.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps around the corner.

As soon as Zhang Yang turned around, he saw He Xi who was in a hurry to go upstairs.

"Teacher He, why are you so flustered?"

He Xi was so busy that he didn't even bother to raise his head, and when he heard Zhang Yang's voice, he suddenly raised his head.

Her face was full of anxiety: "Zhang Yang? My father's condition has deteriorated and he is now undergoing surgery. ”

While she was talking, her steps did not stop, and she ran upstairs anxiously, and Zhang Yang immediately followed.

In front of the operating room, He Xi walked up and down the corridor anxiously.

Zhang Yang stood on the side, not knowing what to think. Put yourself in your shoes, if it is your mother's situation, I am afraid that I will be more anxious than He Xi.

Zhang Yang walked to He Xi's side, grabbed He Xi, who was walking around, and said softly: "Teacher He, you sit down first, it's not a way to be in such a hurry." He Bo Boji people have their own natural appearance, and they will be fine. ”

He Xi bit his lip tightly: "How can I not be in a hurry, I ......"

As he spoke, tears were about to fall, Zhang Yang sighed secretly, didn't say anything more, and quietly accompanied He Xi to wait for the results of the operation.

About half an hour later, the door to the operating room opened, and a doctor pulled down his mask like on TV and asked, "Who are the patient's family?" ”

He Xi had already run over: "It's me, how is my father?" ”

The doctor shook his head regretfully: "Miss He, I'm sorry, we've done our best." But your father's condition is already too serious, so prepare for the future. ”

After saying this, the doctor sighed and left.

He Xi froze in place, even thinking had stopped, his eyes turned gray, he shook his head mechanically, and muttered to himself.

"No, no, no......"

She suddenly raised her head, ran briskly towards the hospital, and grabbed the doctor's hand.

"Doctor, my dad can still treat me, right? You try to operate on him again, I beg you! ”

The tears in He Xi's eyes finally couldn't hold back any longer, the crying pear blossoms brought rain, and his voice was full of pleading.

Seeing this, the doctor couldn't help but be moved, although the grief of the patient's family was commonplace.

However, until now, he just wants to save it, but he is also powerless and unable to return to heaven.

"I'm sorry, Miss Ho, we've done our best. I'm sorry. ”

He Xi lost all his strength in an instant, and the hand that grabbed the doctor's arm fell down softly, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Zhang Yang took a brisk walk, hugged He Xi in his arms, and then helped her to the side of the chair and sat down.

He Xi couldn't hold back any longer, and as soon as he turned around, he buried his head in Zhang Yang's arms, tears raining down.

"Zhang Yang, what should I do, what should I do? He's my dad, he's my dearest person, what should I do? Woowoo woo ......"

The sorrow of his voice makes the listener sad, and the seeer weeps.

Zhang Yang didn't say a word, comfort didn't play any role at this time, and the only thing he could do now was to pat He Xi's back and help her vent the pain in her heart.

He Fang was quickly transferred to the high-risk ward, and under the oxygen mask, there was an emaciated and frail old face with an inhuman shape.

When Zhang Yang saw him at noon, he was ten years younger than he was now.

Illness is really the greatest natural enemy of human beings.

He Xi sat on the side in a daze, almost losing the ability to think, a pair of beautiful eyes constantly overflowed a few drops of crystal, drawing a few tears on his fair cheeks.

He Fang is still in a coma, and according to the doctors, it will take about five or six hours for him to wake up.

Zhang Yang glanced at He Xi, walked to He Fang's side by himself, and slapped his hand on He Fang's wrist.

He Fang's pulsation was extremely weak, and if he didn't feel it carefully, he would even think that his heart had stopped.

But what kind of miraculous medical skill is the art of Qihuang? This sect turns decay into magic, heals the dead, and the living white bones are now in the hands of Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang quickly grasped a few key pieces of information from He Fang's weak pulse, and then, in the late stage of the serious illness that the doctor said was powerless, Zhang Yang already had a solution in his heart.

According to He Fang's current symptoms, several medicines naturally appeared in Zhang Yang's mind, and the combination of them was a miracle medicine that could bring He Fang back to life.

Zhang Yang's face continued to remain silent.

He slowly walked up to He Xi and said in a loud voice, "Teacher He, calm down." Uncle He is not yet completely hopeless. ”

"What?"

He Xi raised his head suddenly, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, but then it quickly dimmed again.

The doctors said that there was no help, and Zhang Yang was afraid that he was comforting himself when he said this.

Zhang Yang then asked, "Teacher He, do you trust me?" ”

He Xi looked at Zhang Yang, smiled reluctantly, and said, "Of course, you have helped the teacher so much, if it weren't for you, maybe my father wouldn't have been able to do the first operation." Of course the teacher trusts you. ”

Zhang Yang said: "If I say that I can be Uncle He, do you believe it?" ”

He Xi didn't seem to be comforting herself when she heard Zhang Yang's tone, nor did she seem to be joking, her eyes were finally full of solemnity, she looked at Zhang Yang and asked.

"You're not comforting me?"

Zhang Yang shook his head slowly and said, "I know Teacher He, you may not believe it either. But I dare say that if there is one person in this world who can save Uncle Ho, that person is right in front of you. ”