Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 815 How fierce can it be?Can you eat us?

Bai Fei wiped her nose, and finally thought about it seriously: "Is the chance of winning... I think it's only [-]% and [-]%. Half of it is God's eyes, and [-]% is his own good deeds..."

Bao Gucheng snorted coldly: "Quack doctor."

"Hey, hey, Mr. Bo, I'm serious! Most people don't dare to do this operation. I must tell you that the chances of winning are zero. It makes sense for me to say that. Ah, hang up on me, Mr. Bo, you are getting more and more ruthless !" Bai Fei looked at the phone with resentment on her face.

As soon as she looked up, Bai He was about to go out again.

"Hey, wait a minute, little girl, why are you so ruthless? You haven't told me the room number of the Little Fairy's dormitory yet? Otherwise, you can tell me which one, I'll just sit back and wait!"

Bai Fei also didn't care about Bao Gucheng's problems, so she reached out her hand anxiously to grab her own sister, "If I hadn't searched all over the dormitories of the History Institute and couldn't find a little fairy, I wouldn't have come to pester you, wait a minute I……"

"No time! I'm going to work!" Bai He smiled, running faster than a rabbit.

Bai Fei muttered: "What is going to work? Isn't it cooking? Really, is it as important as finding a little fairy? No, I have to apply to give lectures at the History Institute. The History Institute should need medical lecturers, right?"

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After Bao Gucheng hung up Bai Fei's phone, he consulted several medical experts.

Although the answers obtained were slightly different, most of the judgments on the old president's condition were in the same direction: "Although there is a chance of waking up from the operation, the chance of winning is too small, only [-] to [-]%. The risk is really great!"

Almost no one dared to support that the old president underwent brain surgery to repair damaged nerves.

But if you keep procrastinating without surgery, as Bai Fei said, you are procrastinating for time, which is no different from giving up your life. If you endure the days until your body is exhausted, you will die naturally.

That being the case, why not give it a go?
The truth is this, but none of the family members is willing to bear the responsibility of signing the surgery.

Bao Gucheng pondered for a long time, and continued to explain: "Contact the old president's family and return to the imperial capital tonight. I will talk to them one by one."

The responsibility they are unwilling to take, he admits!
What they don't want to sign, he signs!
He will bear the consequences!

He must hold on tightly to the hint the little woman gave him.

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Qingcheng University.

In Xi Zuer's single dormitory.

Xi Rubao was helping her sort out the military training items that had just been handed out.

An extra-large woven bag, which contains training uniforms, water bottles, rubber shoes... and even that old-fashioned enamel rice bowl!
Xi Rubao complained while tidying up: "Sister, the fabric of this training uniform is too rough, wouldn't it be that the skin is worn out after wearing it for a few days? My God, how do you wear these rubber shoes? What age do you want to wear such terrible shoes! I I may have underestimated the intensity of the training, when the time comes it is not a question of whether it will turn black, but whether I will get eczema on my head after wearing this thick hat for a whole day of training..."

Wu Qianman was worried about another thing: "When I was receiving supplies just now, I heard from the girl in the next building that this year's instructors are so fierce!"

Xi Rubao didn't take it seriously: "How fierce can it be, can it eat us?"

Wu Qianman's expression was a bit serious: "I heard that they all came from Zheng'er Bajing field training base. They have been on the real battlefield. They are super strict. They will never go through the motions. They will be pulled down after casual training. I am afraid that they will let us train everyone. Layers of skin...Baby, you still have time to worry about whether your clothes will rub your skin, I think you should worry about whether your short legs will run lame..."

(End of this chapter)