Chapter 175
Moreover, this operation is not small indeed. If no one does it, the probability of success will be reduced by 20%.
This 20% success rate, for him and Mu Qingfeng, is likely to be the distance between heaven and hell.
When he saw Mu Qingfeng, he was surprised to find that Mu Qingfeng looked better. He didn't know whether it was because he found that he was saved, and the pressure in his heart was much less.
Anyway, this discovery is good news for song QingHan.
No matter what kind of disease, as long as the patient keeps calm, the possibility of cure can be increased.
When Mu Qingfeng saw him, he gave a faint smile and said in a soft voice: "the idea that the doctor of song made an experiment with pigs is really special."
Song QingHan didn't know whether he said it intentionally or unintentionally. 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 people, the operation methods are interlinked. You can rest assured that I will not joke about your life or my own life."
After hearing his explanation, Mu Qingfeng's face did not change, but his shoulder relaxed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He was really worried that song QingHan couldn't carry it out at the critical moment. To be cruel, he would rather ask song QingHan to ask him to ask for several living people to take them for surgery, rather than take their lives into account for this compassion.
Now seeing that song QingHan knew the importance of the matter, he could rest assured.
No matter who it is, they will not joke about their own lives. After all, if their own lives are lost, then everything will be gone.
Seeing that Mu Qingfeng relaxed, song QingHan routinely said: "the risk of this operation is very high. You should sign a word on this paper. Although I know that this paper may be equivalent to waste paper, I still want to inform you of what you know."
After that, he winked at yuanxuan, holding the familiar operation notice in front of Mu Qingfeng and calmly said, "if you don't understand, you can ask me. If there is no problem, sign your name here."
Mu Qingfeng stopped for a moment. It seemed that it was the first time that he met such a thing. He reached out and took the piece of paper. After browsing it quickly, he chuckled: "it's written in detail. It's a pity that even if I promise, my people won't agree."
However, he said so, but he still picked up the pen, quickly wrote his name on it, returned the paper to the original Xuan, and slowly said, "what else?"
Song QingHan thought for a moment and suddenly said, "have you finished writing the will letter? Have you told me what to do? "
Seeing that Mu Qingfeng looked strange, he knew that his words seemed very strange. He added: "things are changeable. I'm not afraid of ten thousand. Just in case. To tell you the truth, before I came, I had written my last letter and told him what to do after that. In this way, even if something out of control really happens, you won't have any regrets, and if it doesn't happen, it won't affect anything. "
After song QingHan's explanation, Mu Qingfeng didn't speak. His people couldn't help but point to song QingHan and said, "how can you be a doctor like this? You don't have any confidence. Are you sure that our leader's life is a joke? If you can't succeed, you don't have to do it. You'll die now
With these words, several people pulled out their swords at the same time. They looked like they could come to cut off song QingHan's head at any time.
Yuan Wenxuan frowned and leaned slightly to block his body in front of song QingHan. In this way, if something really happened, he would bear it before Song QingHan.
Song QingHan didn't miss his little move. He patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "it's OK. Don't worry. The leader of Mu sect is not someone who can't afford to take risks. Otherwise, the auction house will be closed."
Seeing that he was still trying to put pressure on Mu Qingfeng, the expressions on those faces were even more fierce. Just before their action, Mu Qingfeng laughed, waved calmly, and said in a soft voice: "no disrespect, no doubt about employing people, no need to suspect others. As long as I am alive, you must obey the words of doctor song, you know?"
Those people are probably concerned and confused. Seeing Mu Qingfeng speak, they are all as good as a chicken. They take their swords in unison, step back in silence and become a set board quietly.
Song QingHan was not angry. After all, he had never seen anything more rude 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 said slowly: "I have the same idea as the song Fu Fu, so I don't have to worry about it. Even if I die right away, this photo shop and these brothers can continue to live."After getting the affirmative answer, song QingHan realized that he had fulfilled all the obligations that should be fulfilled, so he resolutely said: "yes, start the operation."
As soon as this sentence came out, not only did his state change rapidly, but even the original Xuan immediately put aside the discontent and hostility on his face and made preparations for the operation in an orderly manner.
There was not a word between them, but their cooperation was very tacit. The light in Mu Qingfeng's eyes became more and more bright, and something called hope flowed quietly in his eyes.
He is not greedy. Three years is enough. With these three years, he can complete all the things he wants to do and get all the things he wants.
Song QingHan's mood is very calm now. When preparing dialysate, he followed a person and calmly said, "I want to borrow some blood, OK?"
Although pig blood and human blood are both blood, the ingredients contained in blood are not exactly the same, so he does not need to take this risk. In particular, he knows that these people can even take their own lives, let alone blood, in order to cure Mu Qingfeng.
Sure enough, after hearing his words, the man did not even frown. He came over directly, waved the dagger high and cut down.
Seeing his knife just now was like killing himself. Even the bones on his forearm were exposed. Song QingHan frowned slightly and said in a cold voice, "I said you need to do it?"
After seeing song QingHan's bowl of blood, he picked up a pair of stitches and stitched them up on his forearm. Subconsciously, he said, "it's OK, a man's husband..."
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