Port City Mission Hospital.

Operating room.

Song Guangping personally completed the last stitch.

The operation was over.

Several Hong Kong coffee onlookers still maintained a stunned demeanor.

Was it just a bypass surgery that they were watching?

No!

What they saw was an art show.

The best art in the world!

Before the operation, they prepared 800 milliliters of blood on the orders of the master artist. But in their cognition, 800 milliliters of blood for an operation like bypass is definitely not enough, so they secretly prepared an extra 400 milliliters.

But what about the result.

Two-thirds of it was wasted.

During the whole operation, they visually measured the amount of blood loss at about 400.

And this amount of blood loss has little impact on human body functions at all, and it can be replenished with fluids.

And that assistant Vincent.

Sending him to the stage was originally just to add some blockage to the chief surgeon, but he didn't expect that after such an operation, Vincent seemed to be reborn, and the whole person suddenly became quite confident, and his performance on the stage became more and more comfortable.

Only God has the power to enlighten mortals!

Song Guangping was naturally aware of these surprised glances, but he didn't pay much attention to it, stepped down from the operating table, went around to the anesthesia area, looked at various vital indicators, and nodded reassuringly.

He didn't play very well in this operation, and if he scored 100 out of 100, he would give himself a maximum of 85 points.

Ten points are buckled on a help, although the second half of this Dr. Guan's performance is okay, but the first half is really bad.

There are also five points deducted from their own mentality.

Alas!

I still haven't been able to overcome the psychology of the laity who appear in front of people.

took off his surgical gown, Song Guangping came to the operating room, where Uncle Tai waited for a long time accompanied by Yang Rui, Wang Changhe and Catherine.

"Thank you for your hard work, Professor Song." Uncle Tai stepped forward, didn't ask about the operation, and thanked Song Guangping first.

Song Guangping suddenly felt a warm current flowing through his heart. "The operation was successful, and after half a month of recuperation, you two brothers can drink and talk happily."

Uncle Tai is another sincere thanks.

Uncle Long was sent out of the operating room, because the anesthetic effect had not yet passed, and the person was still asleep.

Uncle Tai arranged for Xie Zhiyuan to send Song Guangping back to the hotel to rest first, and he had to stay by the bedside and wait for the old brother to wake up.

Song Guangping called Yang Rui aside before leaving, he was still a little worried about his son's affairs, the operation had been completed, and he would go back early tomorrow morning after attending the appreciation banquet in the evening, but Song Lei's matter did not seem to have made any progress at the moment.

Yang Rui smiled: "Don't blame me for this, don't blame Uncle Tai, if you want to blame, blame your son." ”

Song Guangping couldn't help but be surprised: "What? Little Lei, what is he causing trouble? ”

Yang Rui laughed again.

"He was afraid that you would be verbose, so he told me that he wanted to wait for you to go back before he entered the record company."

Song Guangping breathed a sigh of relief and scolded with a smile: "This stinky boy has a lot of." ”

……

Uncle Long opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Uncle Tai.

It's been a decades-old brother, and he's pretentious, so he starts and replaces.

Uncle Tai understood Uncle Long's eyes, and retreated to the side with a smile, Sister-in-law Long, you are on.

Uncle Long's eyes are still the same, and he is not confessing his last words, what is the excitement of your mother-in-law's house? Start, substitution.

Uncle Long's wife glanced at Uncle Long, and retreated to Uncle Tai's side in a huff, two dragons, you go and try it.

Uncle Long's eyes refused to stay on the two sons for a second, and their eyes were purring, obviously looking for someone.

Uncle Tai instantly understood, and hurriedly went out to call Yang Rui.

When Yang Rui came to the hospital bed, Uncle Long's eyes finally smiled.

The anesthesiologist rushed over to check on Uncle Long's recovery, and was very satisfied with removing the oxygen mask for Uncle Long.

Uncle Long was finally able to speak. It's just that the speed of speech is very slow, and the volume is very low, and you need to concentrate and calm to hear clearly.

"Rui Zai, Uncle Long had a dream in the middle of the operation, guess what kind of dream Uncle Long had?"

Yang Rui smiled: "Uncle Long hugged his grandson, well, I guess it must be a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses." ”

Uncle Long gave Yang Rui a roll of his eyes.

"Uncle Long dreamed, you became the person of Xinhesheng."

Yang Rui was 'shocked', and pretended to be anxious: "Uncle Long, Rui Zai is just a businessman, but he doesn't have any thoughts of usurping the throne and seizing power!" ”

Uncle Long grinned, obviously laughing, but his voice was quite weak.

"It was Uncle Long who helped you to get to the top ......"

At this time, Yang Rui was really shocked.

Thinking, dreaming.

This old guy actually got my idea.

It's not good to refuse directly, especially the biggest scruples of the gangsters are their faces.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.

"Uncle Long knows that this is impossible, but ah, Rui Zai, you saved Uncle Long, Uncle Long has it in mind, although you can't enter my new Hesheng, but the brothers of Xinhesheng will be at your disposal in the future."

Yang Rui was inevitably a little confused, Uncle Long, what's wrong?

How could such a thing be said?

It's just that he hired a trustworthy expert, can it be said that it is a life-saving grace?

The power of general anesthesia has not completely passed, and the operation has also consumed a considerable amount of Uncle Long's physical strength, when the nurse sister injected Uncle Long with a painkiller according to his will, Uncle Long's mental head subsided, and he dozed off again.

Uncle Tai took the lead and led everyone out of the ward.

"Let's all go back, and forget about the thank-you banquet in the evening."

Uncle Tai spoke, and no one dared to disobey.

It's useless to stay in the hospital, Uncle Long naturally lives in the top ward, and enjoys the top medical services, even if there is something that needs help, there are also Xinhesheng's brothers guarding the door.

Yang Rui followed Uncle Tai back to the villa in Mid-Levels.

This time, Uncle Tai didn't lead Yang Rui to the study.

"Rui Zai, accompany Uncle Tai to the room,"

The chamber is the place where the tablet is placed......

Yang Rui's heart trembled, and he finally figured out where that strange feeling came from.

In the last life, about 06 years, it was also the season at the end of October, and he happened to meet Uncle Tai in Hong Kong City, and that meeting was not in this villa in the middle of the mountain, but in the hall of Xinhesheng.

When I saw Uncle Tai at that time, Uncle Tai was in a daze over there in front of a photo.

In the photo, this is Uncle Long's current appearance.

If that photo is Uncle Long's last photo, it all seems to make sense.

Uncle Long in the previous life finally fell on this hurdle.

But the operation was successful, and Professor Song said that as long as Uncle Long pays attention to maintenance in the future, he will live to seventy or eighty.

Could it be some other accident?

Yang Rui secretly shuddered.

I can't tell Uncle Tai yet, what is in the last life and this life, saying it will only make Uncle Tai think of himself as a psychopath.

Okay, then accompany Uncle Tai to the room first, and then find a chance to slip away, go back to the hospital and watch secretly, to see what happens.

……

The atmosphere in Dadongmen Commercial Street suddenly became tense.

There were many unfamiliar faces on the streets.

Commercial streets, people come and go, it stands to reason that there should not be such words as unfamiliar faces.

But these people are different, and they can tell at a glance that they are all social people.

Gao Huan didn't care about this tense atmosphere, and the store didn't recruit anyone to provoke anyone, if there was really chaos outside, it would be a big deal to close the store. As usual, Gao Huan still focused on the training and guidance of the three clerks, not to mention, the three clerks have only worked hard for a few days, and both their external image and internal temperament have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Huang Dalong, who was forcibly recruited by Gao Huan as an assistant, couldn't bear it anymore, and sneaked out to the street, and happened to meet the two Northeast guys who came to the store to announce the rules a few days earlier.

"What's wrong, this is?"

One of the guys responded mysteriously, "You don't know yet? Brother Dong and the Xiangjiang Villagers Association got into action, and just yesterday afternoon, Brother Dong killed more than 20 Xiangjiang people by himself. ”

Another guy followed: "Made, the people of Xiangjiang are really bastards, they don't dare to be tough with Brother Dong, but they threaten to smash the commercial street to a pulp." ”

Young man, leave some virtue in your mouth, your brother Dalong is also from Xiangjiang, beware of Lao Tzu who will turn his face with you...... Huang Dalong served in the army for three years, and after retiring from the army, he and Yang Rui wandered outside for another three years, and he spoke Mandarin quite fluently, and basically couldn't hear the Xiangjiang accent.

"One person did more than two dozen of them...... Tsk, Brother Dong is really powerful......" Huang Dalong made a look of admiration.

said so on his lips, but he thought something else in his heart, and it was not a big deal, as long as the other party was not a practitioner, and there was a guy who took advantage of it, he Huang Dalong could do more than 20 by himself.

The guy on the left replied proudly: "That's it! Who are our Dongge? The first master of the Eight Pole Gate! Not to mention more than two dozen, even if there are more than twenty, we will easily win it. ”

The guy on the right hand inadvertently said and leaked his mouth: "Those people in the Xiangjiang Fellow Association still refuse to admit defeat, wait, when Brother Dong is discharged from the hospital, they have to slaughter all these deflated calves one by one." ”

Huang Dalong couldn't help but snicker in his heart when he heard this.

The number one master of the Eight Pole Gate, isn't he still injured?

If this is replaced by Brother Ba, it is guaranteed to be unharmed...... Well, when I return to Gangnan Village, I have to coax the seventh uncle and let his old man get a nine-pole gate to come out, the first master must be Brother Ba, and I, Huang Dalong, will be the third master.

The guy on the left glared at the guy on the right, and called out for Brother Dong: "Why is Brother Dong injured?" Isn't it because Brother Yue didn't listen to Brother Dong's arrangement? Brother Dong told him to stay away, why do you think he has to do that? In the end, didn't he drag Brother Dong back, and hurt Brother Dong and was stabbed. ”

Huang Dalong nodded again and again on the side: "Well, well, when the master makes a move, he is afraid that someone will drag him back, but this can also show that Brother Dong is righteous, and he would rather be stabbed himself than rescue his own brothers...... Well, well, Brother Dong is amazing. ”

(End of chapter)