sinovels Chapter 175 Three Experiments
Chapter 175 Three Experiments
One night passed, and it was time to go to the appointment in the blink of an eye. Song Qinghan glanced at the little pig who had been intact for a day and a night, finally let go of the big stone in his heart, and asked Yuan Wenxuan to pack up his things and go with him keep the appointment.
It's not that he didn't think about Yuan Wenxuan, but that this was what Yuan Wenxuan requested on his own initiative, and he couldn't refuse the reasons he put forward, so he had no choice but to agree in the end.
Besides, this operation is indeed not a small one. If no one does it, the chance of success will be reduced by [-]%.
The [-]% success rate, for him and Mu Qingfeng, is probably the distance from heaven to hell.
When he saw Mu Qingfeng, he suddenly found that Mu Qingfeng's complexion became better. He didn't know if it was because the pressure in his heart was much less after he found out that he was saved.
Anyway, this discovery is good news for Song Qinghan.
No matter what kind of disease it is, as long as the patient maintains a calm mind, the possibility of being cured will increase somewhat.
When Mu Qingfeng saw him, he smiled faintly, and said softly, "Doctor Song's idea of experimenting with pigs is really special."
Song Qinghan didn't know whether he said this on purpose or accidentally mentioned it, but as a doctor, he naturally wanted to reassure the patient as much as possible, so he said in a deep voice: "Although pigs are completely different from humans, the way of surgery is the same. Yes, on this point, you can rest assured that I will neither make fun of your life nor my life."
After hearing his explanation, although the expression on Mu Qingfeng's face remained unchanged, his shoulders loosened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He was indeed worried that Song Qinghan would be confused at the critical moment. To be cruel, he would rather Song Qinghan ask him how many living people he asked for surgery, rather than risking both of their lives for the sake of sympathy. go in.
Seeing that Song Qinghan knew the seriousness of the matter now, he can naturally feel relieved.
No matter who it is, they will not make fun of their own lives. After all, if their lives are gone, everything will be gone.
Seeing Mu Qingfeng relax, Song Qinghan said routinely: "This operation is very risky, you have to sign this piece of paper, although I know that this piece of paper may be equivalent to waste paper, but there are things you should know , I still want to inform you."
After finishing speaking, he winked at Yuan Wenxuan, and Yuan Wenxuan held the familiar operation notice and put it in front of Mu Qingfeng, and said calmly: "If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me, if there is no problem, just sign your letter here." name."
Mu Qingfeng paused, as if it was the first time he had encountered such a thing, he reached out to take the paper, browsed it quickly, and said with a chuckle: "It's written in detail, but it's a pity, even if I agree, my People won't agree."
But that's what he said, but he still picked up the pen, quickly wrote his name on it, returned the paper to Yuan Wenxuan, and said slowly: "Is there anything else?"
Song Qinghan thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Have you written the suicide note? Have you explained the funeral?"
Seeing Mu Qingfeng's strange expression, he knew that his words seemed very strange, so he added: "Things are impermanent, if you are not afraid of [-], you are afraid of what happens. To tell you the truth, I have already written a suicide note before I came here, and I have finished my funeral. In this way, even if something uncontrollable happens, I won’t have any regrets, and if it doesn’t happen, it won’t affect anything.”
After Song Qinghan finished explaining, before Mu Qingfeng could speak, his subordinates couldn't hold back anymore, pointed at Song Qinghan and said, "How can you be a doctor like you? You obviously don't have a little bit of confidence, you are really our leader. Life is a trifling matter, isn't it? If you can't succeed, then you don't have to do it at all, just die now!"
As they said that, several people pulled out their swords at the same time, looking menacing, as if they could jump over and cut off Song Qinghan's head at any time.
Seeing this, Yuan Wenxuan frowned, turned slightly sideways, and let his body stand in front of Song Qinghan, so that if something really happened, he would bear it before Song Qinghan.
Song Qinghan didn't miss his little move, and felt warm, patted him on the shoulder, and said in relief: "It's okay, don't worry, Master Mu is not the kind of person who can't afford to take risks, otherwise the auction house would have closed down long ago. gone."
Seeing that he was still trying to put pressure on Mu Qingfeng, the expressions on the faces of those people became more serious, but before they acted, Mu Qingfeng smiled, waved his hand calmly, and said softly: "Don't be rude, the employer is not suspicious, No need for suspects, as long as I am still alive, you have to obey Dr. Song's words, understand?"
Those few people were probably concerned, but when they saw Mu Qingfeng speak, they all behaved like little chickens, put away their swords in unison, took a step back silently, and quietly acted as a set board.
Song Qinghan was not angry, after all, he had seen more rude behaviors in the hospital before.
Not everyone can control their emotions well. Although he disagrees, he can understand.
After the atmosphere calmed down again, Mu Qingfeng slowly opened his mouth and said: "My thoughts and Doctor Song's thoughts are coincidentally coincident, so Doctor Song don't have to worry, even if I die immediately, this auction house and these brothers will still be able to Live on."
After getting an affirmative answer, Song Qinghan felt that he had fulfilled all the obligations that should be performed, and said decisively: "Okay, let's start the operation."
As soon as these words came out, not only did his state change rapidly, even Yuan Wenxuan immediately put away the dissatisfaction and hostility on his face, and started preoperative preparations in an orderly manner.
There was not a word between the two of them, but their cooperation was incomparably tacit, and the brilliance in Mu Qingfeng's eyes became brighter, and something called hope flowed quietly in his eyes.
He is not greedy, three years is enough, with these three years, it is absolutely possible for him to do all the things he wants to do and get all the things he wants to get.
Song Qinghan's mood is very calm now. When preparing the dialysate, he casually pointed at someone and said calmly, "I want to borrow some blood, can I?"
Although both pig blood and human blood are blood, the ingredients contained in the blood are not exactly the same, so there is no need for him to take this risk, especially since he knows that these people will even take their own lives in order to cure Mu Qingfeng. Come out, let alone a little blood.
Sure enough, after hearing his words, the man walked over without even furrowing his eyebrows, swung the dagger high, and cut down.
Seeing that his knife just now seemed desperate, and even the bones on his forearm were exposed, Song Qinghan frowned slightly, and said coldly: "I said, do I need you to do it?"
The expression on the man's face paused. Seeing that Song Qinghan had filled a bowl of blood, he picked up a pair of needles and thread, sewed it up on his forearm, and subconsciously said, "It's okay, a man..."