Tang Mingchu stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "Zhou Xue, I'm going to have surgery in a while, don't be so excited." You've almost learned it, and you gave me a hand before, but this time I'm next to you to guide you, so let me give you a hand. ”

Zhou Xue heard his familiar voice, and almost subconsciously calmed himself down, for fear that his emotional excitement would affect the operation.

He knew that if it wasn't for the last resort, Tang Mingchu would not use this way to perform the operation, but he couldn't accept that result. At this moment, Zhou Xue regretted that day of the medical trouble, why was he not in the consultation room, if he was there, the kitchen knife would not have cut Tang Mingchu's body.

There are countless mediocre doctors like him in the world, and it is not a pity to die one, but Tang Mingchu is a genius ophthalmologist praised by all his mentors, and he is a rising star in ophthalmology.

"Zhou Ze, I'm very happy to have the opportunity to have the last surgery with you. This is already a favor given to me by God. Let's put aside all emotions and get it done. Tang Mingchu smiled.

From that unfamiliar face, Zhou Xue seemed to see his warm and warm smile in the past.

Many of the patients who have regained their sight in his hands say that he is their light.

Zhou Xue hated God's injustice at this moment.

Tang Mingchu was such a kind person, he was pushed into the dying situation of life and death by the patient, but at the last moment of his death, all he wanted was to restore the patient's sight, and to finish the operation that only he could do.

After a long time, Zhou Zecai's voice responded with difficulty, "Okay." ”

The 1 percent chance of survival is too slim.

During his years in the hospital, he had seen too many deaths, and miracles were almost extinct.

He couldn't let Tang Mingchu leave with regrets.

Tang Mingchu also smiled.

……

The lights in the fourth ophthalmic operating room came on.

Zhou chose to be the chief surgeon, and he let Tang Mingchu enter the operating room instead of his assistant.

Tang Mingchu put on a surgical gown, mask, gloves, etc., and wrapped them tightly, except for Zhou Ze, no one knew that he was now a corpse.

Zhou Xue could see that the corpse used by Tang Mingchu had died not long ago, but he was already a little stiff, and he was a little worried about his state.

But when he saw Tang Mingchu pick up the medical equipment flexibly and skillfully, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Almost all the strength of Tang Mingchu's soul was used on these hands, making them as soft and flexible as they were before his death, so as not to affect the operation.

The patient couldn't see, and asked before anesthesia: "Dr. Zhou, they all said that Dr. Tang was cut down, and no one can help me with the operation, can I really see it again?" ”

Zhou Ze: "Yes." Dr. Tang said it would give you back sight. ”

……

Xiguang Hospital monitoring room.

After Shi Ling, Su Xingwan and Xi Jin had dinner, they returned to the morgue and found that there were fewer bodies, so they went to retrieve the surveillance.

Su Xingwan lay in front of the computer, "Where is he going to go in the middle of the night?" ”

At this moment, the person in the surveillance suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were directly on Su Xingwan in front of the computer.

"Ahh

Su Xingwan was taken aback, and then a snowflake screen appeared on the computer.

"He, he saw it, he won't crawl out like Sadako, right?" Su Xingwan pointed to the computer screen and looked at Shi Ling nervously and helplessly.

Xi Jin on the side was already accustomed to Su Xingwan's startling, and now he didn't blink his eyes, "What he saw was surveillance." Call up other monitoring of the corridor. ”

Shi Ling said: "Call up the monitoring of the ophthalmic operating room. ”

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Good night~