"Who are the family members?"

As he spoke, the doctor in a white coat walked out of the room.

"Me!" I quickly stood up: "I am!"

"What family?"

"Son!"

The doctor nodded, handing me a stack of papers, "Sign it, get ready for surgery."

"Doctor, what's my father's illness?"

"Preliminary diagnosis, cerebral infarction."

As a medically illiterate person, I am inevitably a little ignorant of these diseases.

"Don't be in too much of a hurry." The doctor put the pen back in his pocket: "People are getting older, and they are more or less geriatric."

He glanced at me faintly, looked down and checked the signature: "Now that you are preparing for surgery, you can't go anywhere, I promise that I can find you at any time."

"Good, good."

"Dah."

The red light in the operating room came on, and I was at ease.

After I came to my senses, I remembered, "Why is Liang Hai's driver here? What are you looking for?"

"I ran out with Uncle Tooth on my back, and I couldn't stop the car at all, no matter how fast my legs were, I couldn't get faster than the wheels."

There was a faint embarrassment on his face: "I don't want to owe favors for nothing, I really can't help it."

"Don't say anything, brother."

I patted him on the thigh, "Thanks to you, something would have happened."

Ji Canghai grinned: "If you say this, you will see the outside."

"Uncle Ya is not your father alone."

As he was talking, there was a sudden sound of dense footsteps behind him.

I looked back and saw Liang Hai, dressed in a suit, walking over with two doctors in white coats.

"President Chan."

Without waiting for me to speak, he spoke first, and then grabbed my hand: "How is the old man?"

The nervousness on his face doesn't seem to be pretending, but he only has a few sides with Uncle Ya, so he shouldn't be so worried, right?

I shook his hand gratefully, "I've already started surgery, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

"If something is so big, you don't know how to tell me."

Liang Hai was disgusted, and then moved to the left, flashing the person behind him.

"This is Dean Zhang, and he is also my good friend, and Dean Zhang is personally responsible for your old man's affairs."

Turning his head, he introduced to Dean Zhang again, "This is President Chen, and it is his father lying in the room."

"You have rules, and I don't want you to be embarrassed, but I hope you will take more care of them within the scope of the law."

Dean Zhang looked at his age, his hair was gray, and he smiled very kindly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Liang, I'm here, you can rest assured."

Liang Hai smiled and nodded: "Then I'll be down-to-earth."

"I still have something to do outside, I'll come back tomorrow to see the old man."

I looked at the time, and it was only 40 minutes since Uncle Ya was admitted to the hospital.

Liang Hai should have known the news from his driver's mouth, that is, he basically just knew about it.

In such a short period of time, how much skill does it have to be to call the biggest director of the hospital?

From the time he appeared to the time he left, it was only a few minutes, but the things he brought in these few minutes were things that ordinary people could hard-find with all their might!

"Dah."

At this time, the lights in the operating room went out, and the doctor walked out of it.

Without waiting for me to speak, Dean Zhang stepped forward first and asked about the situation with a straight face.

Soon, Dean Zhang walked back, his eyes were a little wandering, and then he calmed down again.

"People have been saved, but it's very likely that hemimelie."

As soon as I heard this, my whole body softened, and I couldn't even speak.

Dean Zhang hurriedly reassured me: "Don't worry, I will have a consultation tomorrow, and I will definitely keep the old man safe!"

At this juncture, his words are reassuring.

For this, I can only nod my head in gratitude.

"The old man has been transferred to the senior ward, so you should go and rest with you."

After speaking, he waved at the doctor behind him: "You keep an eye on it yourself, you can't have any problems."

The doctor looked at me, then at the dean, and nodded vigorously.

I can only sigh silently: it's good to be rich.

Or rather, it's the good things that money can bring.

The so-called senior ward is indeed very advanced, the room is about 50 square meters, air conditioning and refrigerators are readily available, and even the bathroom is two.

This advanced one doesn't feel like a hospital room anymore.