In the corridors, more and more people gathered.

The junior doctor called and called Professor Barack from Massachusetts General Hospital, who was in charge of the operation.

Professor Barack is one of the world's top professors of gastrointestinal surgery, and for him the operation would have been a small, insignificant procedure. After the operation and 24 hours of observation, Zhuang Qidong walked on the ground, and Barack immediately flew back to the United States.

However, he did not expect such serious complications after surgery. Upon hearing the news, and persuaded by the banker's handsome salary, Professor Barack rushed back.

He examined the body carefully and inquired carefully, but found nothing.

The surgery was a success, and even Professor Barack was able to foresee good postoperative rehabilitation results. However, 4 days after the operation, the patient's mouth was a woman's voice, which made Professor Barack puzzled.

I did a radical colon cancer surgery, not sex reassignment surgery, why did this change happen?

He has been unable to understand this, consulted friends at Massachusetts General Hospital, and got no results. Last night, he sat in front of Zhuang Qidong's bed and watched all night, but he still didn't find any strange symptoms from the clues.

As soon as I slept for a while, I was woken up by the phone. This was absolutely unbearable for the grumpy, eccentric Professor Barack.

With a shout, he hurried to the doctor with his staff. Halfway through the encounter, Professor Barack met Dean Sun of the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital, Professor Barack's face was very ugly, and Dean Sun didn't dare to say more, and followed him to the ward.

But the ward was empty, and Zhuang Qidong had been sent to the disposal room not far away.

"This is my patient, why do you find some strange people every day! I'm the [ ] doctor, I'm the doctor!" Professor Barack yelled at Dean Sun.

He took the lead, with Director Sun of the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital and Professor Barack's assistant standing behind him, followed by several professional medical consultation teams, and then various doctors and nurses.

Snow-white, stern arrows pointed straight at the disposal room.

"Professor Barack, that's what you said. "Dean Sun is also very aggrieved, Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital is a private hospital, the world's top private hospital, but you have to accept the strange temper of all the bigwigs.

And the dealer is a big family in Xiangjiang, how dare he offend. Not to mention anything else, the land under your feet - Happy Valley is owned by other people's dealers.

"Professor Barack, because of your stubbornness, the old gentleman's condition has not been diagnosed. Zhuang Yongzhi ignored Professor Barack, he looked at the door of the disposal room, as if thinking something.

A middle-aged man standing beside Zhuang Yongzhi said to Professor Batrap very seriously, "If you yell here again, I think you will receive the lawyer's letter signed by me tomorrow." ”

"You ......" Professor Barack was discouraged when he heard the lawyer's letter.

"Professor Barack, I hope you understand a little. The middle-aged man said, "The reason why I will look for other people to see, and the reason why Mr. Zhuang will fall into a dangerous state, is because there is an accident that you can't solve, or even explain, after the operation." ”

"But ......"

"No, Mr. Zhuang has already made a decision, you can watch here or leave. The middle-aged man said.

Just as Professor Barack was about to say something, the door to the disposal room was pushed open, and Wei Dabao's swarthy face stretched out.

Zhuang Yongzhi's face tightened.

"I want a fiberscope, endotracheal intubation kit, suture kit, 3-0 absorbable thread. Wei Dabao said everything Wu Mian needed in one go, for fear that he would forget something.

After finishing speaking, he accidentally saw Zhuang Yongzhi's secretary.

The dress of the urban beauty is exquisite, convex and backward, and the snow-white skin is ...... Wei Dabao's eyes immediately straightened, the corners of his mouth cracked down slightly, and shiny saliva flowed out of it.

"This is the disposal room! What are you going to do with the endotracheal intubation!Is there a ventilator in there, are you still going to operate here!" Professor Barack could no longer stand the stupidity of these "stupid" Orientals, and shouted loudly.

Zhuang Yongzhi was silent for 3 seconds, nodded, and his secretary immediately turned around to handle this matter.

It is inevitable that the will of the boss must be carried out perfectly and loyally.

Wei Dabao's eyes have been following the slender female secretary, this girl walks so beautifully, twisting around, he is itching to see it.

"Mr. Wei, yes. Zhuang Yongzhi said in a deep voice, "May I ask what is the situation inside?"

"My brother is casting a spell. When Wei Dabao heard Zhuang Yongzhi's question, he reacted, wiped his saliva, and hurriedly said.

He opened the door slightly, and there was an old futon in the middle of the ground outside, and Daoist Lin sat cross-legged with his heart facing the sky, and a half-black peachwood sword was placed on his lap.

The material of thunder fire wood looks shabby, but it is really a Taoist treasure.

Zhuang Yongzhi can also be regarded as knowledgeable, and at a glance he saw that the peachwood sword was not a vulgar thing, and countless doubts in his heart were suddenly suppressed.

And Lin Daoist turned a deaf ear to the voices outside, his lips moved slightly, as if he was chanting some incantation.

"It's ridiculous!" Professor Barack said angrily.

When Zhuang Yongzhi's lawyer turned his gaze, Professor Barack shut up, but his face was still angry.

"I'm not leaving!" Professor Barack said stubbornly, "I'm going to see what happens to the patient in the end!"

Although his voice was low, it was full of anger and unwillingness.

But Professor Barack couldn't refute it, he couldn't explain what had happened to the patient. And the dealer was not annoyed because he couldn't explain it, and he didn't even deduct the gratuity, it was still so generous.

This is also where he is unwilling.

Soon, two doctors from the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital and Zhuang Yongzhi's secretary returned, and all kinds of items that Wu Mian needed were sent in.

Wei Dabao lowered his head, carefully took the sterile bag and the disposable sterile packaging bag and turned in, and didn't dare to take a second look.

I drooled again just now, it's a shame.

Seeing that the door to the disposal room was tightly closed, everyone fell silent.

The team of experts at the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital, Professor Barack, were puzzled. If faith or something like that can explain it, after all, the Taoist priest sitting cross-legged inside looks like he has a fairy temperament that is fluttering like an immortal.

But if that's the case, shouldn't it be a different situation, what do you need an endotracheal tube kit, an incision kit, a 3-0 suture?

But when it comes to surgery, this is just a disposal room, and there is not even a ventilator, what can they do?

Countless questions swirled in my heart, time passed extremely slowly, and every minute or even every second seemed like a year had passed.

The disposal room was quiet, and there was no sound. There is no demon wind, and there is no sound of ventilators, ECMO and other equipment running.

Everyone outside held their breath and waited for the door to reopen.

Life or death, there will be results in that moment.

Tick~

Tick~

Tick~

The watch on Zhuang Yongzhi's wrist made a very slight mechanical sound, but it was so loud at the moment.

12′28", the door of the disposal room opens silently.