"Of course. It's hard to convince you, but I'm willing to take a gamble. Yang tried hard to convince himself.

Give it a try, what could be worse than death.

Hundreds of miles of brushes, brush

The pen is cut with charcoal, wrapped in cloth at one end, and sharpened at the other.

Because Baili Qianmu can't write calligraphy, it's too troublesome, and it's too unsuitable to write this kind of writing with more dense schemes and the like.

Baili Qianmu complained casually, and Min Ye carefully made a lot of them and put them in the box for her to use.

In Yang's confusion, a piece of paper full of words was handed to him, and he took it in surprise, "Consent to surgery." "What are the surgical plans and so on, and so on, and so

looked at Baili Qianmu in confusion, indicating that he didn't understand very much.

"Can't read? It has two meanings: first, that is, the operation is risky, you need to sign and agree, if you die, don't blame me, if you live, we are all happy. Second, it is to give you the plan steps of the operation, you can understand. ”

"What is surgery?"

"Surgery, it's a knife or other tool to cut open your heart, find out what is wrong with it, and then remove the broken thing like sewing clothes, so that it can return to the structural state of a normal person. That way you'll be cured and you can do what you want. ”

Yang looked down at his chest, opened, can he still not die? There's this strange thing called surgery? How have I never heard of it.

Is it witchcraft? I heard that there is a kind of witch doctor who specializes in witchcraft and deception......

"Surgery is not witchcraft, it's called healing. The purpose of surgery is to dissect, remove, repair, and replace the broken part of the body, so that the part can be restored to health, so that each patient can return to a normal state.

The chest cavity is opened, and it can still be sutured, and even the head can be opened and sutured for treatment. There's so much to say, and you don't understand.

Do it or not, whatever you want. That's all I have to say. ”

Baili Qianmu intends to leave enough time for him to think about it, and if he finally gives up, she will also operate on him at the last minute.

Nothing, just for that appreciation, that unruly unruly, and for the promise he made when he chose the profession of a doctor.

Healer's parents are not a bad person. He gave himself a sense of intimacy in finding his kind.

Baili Qianmu was about to go out, but he heard the sound of paper and pen rubbing behind him.

"When will the surgery be done?" Yang raised his eyebrows lightly, wrote down his name with a brush, and agreed to the operation.

Anyway, I have already prepared for the worst, if I succeed this time, that is, the sky will not kill me, and I will do my best to take it and take back everything that belongs to me.

Moreover, such an interesting thing called surgery, if he can save himself, let him witness the miracle in her mouth.

"You also know that your current situation is dangerous, and since you agree to the surgery, start it right away. I'll get some preparations, and you can rest for a while. Remember, willpower and faith are just as important. ”

"I choose to believe you, and please believe me." Yang smiled confidently and expressed his meaning firmly.

Is there a kind of person who can tell at a glance whether it is an enemy or a friend? She is a friend. It is a friend who can be trusted and trusted.

Her eyes are her confident and indifferent gaze, containing encouragement, care, expectation, a cold mouth, and a soft and kind heart.

Two people, eyes met in the air, one confident and calm, the other fully convinced. It's all encouragement and hope.

Today's eyes, the eyes of mutual trust, have always been the driving force for Yang to break through many difficulties and survive.

"I will not fail your trust, although it is true that I am too young to be convinced." After injecting Yang with general anesthesia, Baili Qianmu began to wash his hands and make preoperative preparations.

When Yang fell asleep, he took him to his exclusive operating room.

Because there is no assistant, everything must be done by yourself. Although I did this surgery alone, I was busy but carried out all kinds of things in an orderly manner.

This is thanks to the accumulation and training when I was a field doctor, although the time is only half a year, but it is enough to hone the speed and some skills of doctors, and the accumulation that cannot be learned from books can only be constantly updated in practice.

There was the first line, there were no dedicated operating tables, no assistants, only the smoke and the roar of shells.

It was the front line of support for the war in East Africa. The doctor, a person, not only performs the operation on the patient, but also is responsible for the state of the patient's surgical process and prevents emergencies. It is often used by one person over several people. That's when it was the hardest.

It's not just the hard conditions, the people, it's even more difficult and busy.

When you are stared at by a pair of begging silent cries for help, expectant gaze, that divine pride that emanates from the bottom of your heart arises spontaneously.

You, proud of your profession, you will be proud of being a doctor.

Dressed in white, in the eyes of your patients, you are the angel who brings them life and hope.

On the battlefield, countless soldiers, and it is these angels that they prioritize to protect.

Hundreds of miles and thousands of mu miss that time, that period of borderless, racial, and non-discrimination.