The next day.

Zhao Donglai drove Zhang Dingfeng, a business car that was not very blinking, an Audi A8, to the Imperial Medical Pavilion.

What he didn't expect was that he said that he would not engage in specialization, but a large banner at the door read, "Warmly welcome Zhao Yisheng to our hospital to guide the work"!

According to the reception specifications, there will be leaders in the courtyard waiting for Zhao Dong at the door.

But Zhao Donglai found that it seemed that apart from this banner, it seemed that no one at the door had come to receive him.

After Zhao Donglai entered the courtyard of the Imperial Medical Pavilion, he called the old Chinese medicine doctor.

But he didn't answer.

Zhao Donglai could only ask the security guard how to get to the old Chinese medicine doctor's office.

When he entered the office building, he saw that the apprentices and doctors here were busy walking around the aisle, Zhao Donglai walked to the old Chinese medicine doctor's office, knocked on the door, and found that there was no one inside.

At this time, he asked an apprentice of an academician who was passing by: "Do you know where Academician Hong went?" ”

"Do you mean Elder Hong?" The student said, "It looks like I'm going to deal with an emergency operation." ”

Zhao Donglai was stunned, it is not surprising why he didn't pick him up at the door, and he didn't answer the phone, which means that this operation should have been sent in temporarily and urgently.

The Imperial Medical Pavilion is aimed at all patients above the level of Yanjing, and most of the guests who can be sent here are of some level, so these people dare not slack off, which is understandable.

"Okay, I see. Thank you. Zhao Donglai nodded, and then sat idly in Hong Lao's office and waited for him.

Zhao Donglai has been waiting for a long time, if it weren't for his really purposeful purpose today, it is estimated that he would definitely have to leave at this time.

But he also knows that an operation, especially a major surgery, can take a lot of time.

Not long after, a young doctor wearing a big white hexagram walked into the office, and after coming in and coming in to get things non-stop, he was ready to go out, but he glanced at Zhao Donglai, and didn't say much, seeing that he was in a hurry, it should be Hong Lao's disciple to help with the operation.

When this disciple returned to the operating room, several of the academicians who were in charge of the operation inside stopped.

Then they took off their masks and walked out of the operating room, sighing to the anxious family members outside: "The situation of Leader Wang is very bad, the white blood cells have spread, whether he can wake up this time is a question, it is best to be mentally prepared." ”

One by one, the family members sat on the benches as if they had been struck by lightning.

"Imperial Doctor, can't you think of a way? Just give up? A woman grabbed Hong Lao's hand and pleaded, "Please." ”

Elder Hong sighed: "Madam, we still have to discuss whether we want further surgery, but you'd better not get your hopes up." ”

At this time, Hong Lao's disciple whispered to him: "Teacher, is the doctor you are talking about the younger one?" I just went to the office and saw someone sitting there waiting. ”

Hong Lao's pupils dilated: "Yes, why did I forget Doctor Zhao?" ”

With that, he hurried to the office.

Several imperial doctors and family members were curious about what he was doing in such a panic.

After a while, Hong Lao came over with Zhao Dong, who was dressed in casual civilian clothes, and seemed to say something about his illness on the way.

When he arrived at the door of the operation, Hong Lao directly took the patient's case book to Zhao Dong to see.

After Zhao Dong came to take a look, his face was a little solemn, this condition was the same as when he was Xiaoyu!

He asked, "I need to see how far your surgery is going, the clothes you have sterilized." ”

Hong Lao took off his big white hexagram and gave it to Zhao Donglai, and after Zhao Donglai put on new disinfectant gloves, headwear and mask, he was ready to go into the operating room.

But he was stopped by his family.

"What are you going to do?" The woman hadn't seen Zhao Donglai in this hospital, thinking that he was some kind of intern apprentice or something: "Old Hong, who is this person?" Why haven't I seen it? ”

"Madam, he is Dr. Zhao and our honorary academician." Hong Lao explained: "The situation is urgent, so I won't explain it to you first." ”

With that, he let Zhao Dong come in.

After Zhao Donglai went in alone, he came out in less than a few minutes, and after he came out, he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Fortunately, your surgical inhibition of cells is okay, but it won't last long, and you need surgery immediately." ”

A doctor who didn't know Zhao Donglai and hadn't dealt with him scoffed: "Nonsense, we know it without you saying it, but the problem is that this operation can only go so far." ”

When the doctor said this, he said to the woman: "Madam, the operation has been done so far, there are two choices, either wait for the leader to wake up and cherish his last time to explain the future, or we will continue the operation, but there is a 98% probability that it will fail." ”

The other doctors nodded remarkably.

Several family members also lost their opinions all of a sudden, and this choice was very difficult.

The leader's children all looked at their mother, because as an old wife, she had the most right to talk to her other half.

The woman shook her head sadly and said helplessly, "I just want him to be fine, can't I?" He has been working hard for the army and barracks for half his life, and he has not been with me well, how can he just end his life like this? ”

Several of the doctors sighed.

"Madam, it has been more than ten years since the leader of this disease helped him with us, which is already a miracle." Hong Lao sighed and said, he didn't want Zhao Donglai to take over at this time, because he was afraid that Zhao Donglai would not be able to deal with it and would be embarrassed in front of other academicians and would not be able to step down.

Zhao Donglai sighed and said: "He won't wake up, his breath of life is very weak, because age is here, and the only thing he can do now is to continue the operation." ”

The imperial doctor who pinched Zhao Donglai just now glared at Zhao Donglai, feeling that this person was out of time!

In front of other people's families, he said some depressing and cool words.

"You say you won't wake up if you don't wake up? If the operation continues, he will only die on the operating table. ”

"Whatever, you're the attending doctor." Zhao Donglai ripped off his hood and prepared to turn around and leave.

But the moment he turned around, he realized that his experience abroad had developed an attitude that he was so indifferent to the life and death of people.

This is contrary to the great white hexagram he was wearing at this time.

Suddenly, he looked back at the group of imperial doctors and said, "Didn't you ask me to guide the work?" Okay, I'm going to teach you a good lesson today. ”

After speaking, Zhao Dong looked at the woman's helpless and desperate grief than her heart died, and he said: "I have a 50% probability that I can help you save your wife, and a 20% chance that I can cure his disease, but if you don't have surgery, he has a 99% probability of dying on the operating table, you choose one." ”

(End of chapter)