Of course, this is just a verbal statement by Kim Jong-jeong, in fact, he is now receiving money from two families, so he is worried that he will be so disturbed by Cheng Wei, and whether he will be able to receive that big reward.

Who knew that Cheng Weiniao didn't bird him, and directly instructed the two female nurses who took care of Yang Wendong: "You two, first untie the bandages on the patient's body." ”

Yang Maocai on the side also did not speak, and Jin Zhengzheng knew that he acquiesced to Cheng Wei's approach. Thinking that he is a cosmetic surgeon of the kimchi nation, if it weren't for the money, he would never have condescended to come to Huaxia, and now the owner doesn't pay attention to him so much, he can't help but hold back his anger.

"Boss Yang, Ling Lang's current condition is not as simple as plastic surgery, and it also involves the repair of some muscle tissue. Now you can rest assured that this young man who may not even be a doctor? ”

"Doctor Jin, I believe it is not as strict as you imagined, please rest in the hall for a while." Yang Maocai's meaning couldn't be more obvious, now there is nothing to do with you here, where to stay where it is cool.

"Well, I hope you don't regret your decision."

Seeing Yang Wenxu's family behind Yang Maocai, and constantly hinting at him, Kim Zhengzheng swallowed his anger.

Yang Maocai's decision is not a good thing, Yang Wendong's surgery was carried out according to Kim Zhengzheng's plan, and there was originally a seventy percent chance of recovery, but now with the intervention of Cheng Wei, an outsider, the probability of an 'accident' will be greatly increased.

"Huh! That's gold something. Kim Jong-jong, who was about to leave with the nurse, was pulled by Cheng Wei's shoulder, almost making him fall to the ground.

"Xibalama! What are you doing!!! After the wolf bèi, Kim Zhengzheng regained his footing and turned back to question Cheng Wei.

"What, give me an injection of anesthesia for the patient, the kind of general anesthesia." Cheng Wei said weakly.

Jin Zhengzheng saw that the other party was not confident enough, so he spat at him with his head and face, and said, "Don't you have a way to cure him?" Why do you want me to help with anesthesia? ”

"Eh—I still have to do this little thing? So why do you want to use it as an attending doctor? Cheng Wei said with some 'surprise', and what was even more hateful was to learn Kim Jong-jeong's pickle tone.

"You !!" Kim Jong-jong also knew that the other party was humiliating himself, his Chinese level was not high, and it would be absolutely boring to quarrel again.

After giving Yang Wendong an injection of anesthesia, Kim Jung-jeong left the scene angrily. At the same time, Cheng Wei also asked the rest of the people in the room to leave the room.

"Maocai..."

"It's okay, let's go out first."

Yang Maocai comforted his wife, and then left with the others, and now only Cheng Wei and Yang Wendong are left.

"Can you really cure me?" It takes a few minutes before anesthesia takes effect, so Yang Wendong did not fall into a coma at this time, to be honest, he was resistant to Cheng Wei in his heart, and the funny thing is that this person actually became his last straw.

"There are some things I can ignore but that doesn't mean they haven't happened. I believe that you know better now that your parents are so for you, and I hope you can cherish it in the future. ”

Yang Wendong smiled weakly, his vision became more and more blurred, and the last scene he saw was Cheng Wei walking over with a scalpel.

"Nima said disgustingly!"

Cheng Wei has the heart to vomit now, Yang Maocai's five million is not easy to earn, and he was still serious just now. Looking at Yang Wendong, who has taken the bandage, he is bleeding and pus everywhere, and he doesn't know how to do it with a scalpel.

The manor's potion can make Yang Wendong recover fù Yes, but his fingers are fused into a ball, and they must be separated with a scalpel first, otherwise what if they turn into duck paws after restoring fù?

Fortunately, although Yang Wendong's fingers were fused together, he could barely distinguish each finger, and Cheng Wei closed his eyes and was a knife.

Wow! The viscous yellow liquid and blackened blood spurted out directly, almost missing Cheng Wei's face. Fortunately, Cheng Wei was agile and dodged this liquid attack in time. However, his dodge affected his hand movements.

Ouch! Accidentally cut off my fingers.

"It's not a big problem, it's not a big problem." Cheng Wei looked forward to the west, and finally found a stapler, "Click, click." "Put your finger back first.

Fortunately, Cheng Wei was self-aware, so he asked the doctor to give Yang Wendong a general anesthetic first, otherwise Yang Wendong would have to suffer now. Compared with the doctor's professional surgery, Cheng Wei will be completely a butcher, and it seems that he is bleeding more for patients than doing surgery.

Cheng Wei wiped a cold sweat, and the operation was finally over. There were only seven fingers that had been fused together, and five of them could see the traces of book staples.

Yang Wendong is really a great luck in misfortune, 70% of the body is burned, but this little Ding Ding is intact. Do you want to give him a knife?

"Forget it, think about the thief's disgusting."

Gu showed two bottles of high-grade medicine, one bottle was directly poured into the other party's mouth, and the other bottle..., Cheng Wei thought about it and recruited a nurse to come in, first let her dip the medicine with a rag, and then wipe the burned part for Yang Wendong.

After sending the nurse out, Cheng Wei stayed aside and played with his mobile phone. The two bottles of high-grade potions began to exert their medicinal effects, first Yang Wendong's body surface was scabbed, and then these scabbed parts fell off like ripe fruits, revealing a new layer of skin.

This layer of skin is not as white as Yang Wendong's previous whiteness, at least it is also a normal person's skin. Only some parts of the burn were more severe, and they only scabbed over and did not fall off.

Cheng Wei was a little distressed, which meant that he still needed to take out a bottle of potion. For his own people, it is a trivial matter for him to take out a hundred and ten bottles, but Yang Wendong, an outsider, feels a loss when he takes out a bottle.

"Alright, come in." Opening the door, Yang Maocai and his wife hurriedly rushed in.

What do they see? There was a spread on the ground like a snake had just molted its skin, and his own child was no doubt that a normal person, even the burned fingers were just as normal.

Hey! How can there be staples for a stapler on it? Forget it, there's no need to pay attention to these small details.

"It can't be!" The biggest impact was the kimchi doctor, and it was no longer a matter of remuneration, but his authority was slapped hard. If Cheng Wei can restore the disfigured person's face, then what else do they need these plastic surgeons to do?

Also affected was Yang Wenxu's family of three, Yang Wendong's recovery directly led to their plan to be stillborn, and Cheng Wei's eyes were eager to swallow him alive.

"Thank you, thank you." Mother Yang cried excitedly, and even knelt down to thank Cheng Wei.

Cheng Wei lifted her up, coughed dryly and said, "What, don't thank me so much, just give money." ”