Rogue Aventure

Yang Luo didn't say anything, and walked into a nearby ward, where the hospital specially arranged for them to rest.However, as the leading hospital in New York, the wards are very tight, and Watt and Yang Luo have to pay a lot of money to free up a ward.

Yang Luo walked to the side of the bed, looked at the baby girl carved in pink and jade, with a rare warm smile on his face.Slowly bent down and kissed the little guy's face, the little guy felt uncomfortable, raised his little hand and grabbed it randomly, then turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

Yang Luo still wanted to be stopped by Bei Yinyao, and said softly with some reproach: "You don't like it, don't wake the child up."

Yang Luo rubbed his nose and said with a smile, "See if my daughter looks like me?"

Bei Yinyao rolled her eyes: "If Si Luo looks like you, she will never be able to marry in this life." Then she leaned on the side of the bed and looked at the little guy tenderly, "Looks like Wang Tong, how beautiful, When I grow up, I don’t know how many boys I’ll be charmed by.” Then she lay down on the bed, with loving eyes in her eyes.

Lan Feng came over, squatted beside the bed, grabbed the little guy's little hand, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.The reason why she brought the child here was because of what Wang Tong said before she fell into a coma, otherwise she would not have given the child to Yang Luo and Bei Yinyao if she was killed.

"Poor child, I will never hear my mother talking to you again."

Bei Yinyao's eyes darkened, and Yang Luo said softly, "No, Wang Tong will definitely wake up."

Bei Yinyao said: "You go to the hotel to rest, Lan Feng and I are here to accompany the child."

Yang Luo nodded: "Call me if you have anything to do!" After speaking, he kissed the little guy on the face, and then he turned and left satisfied.

Two days later, at ten o'clock in the morning, the sky in Beijing was dark and drizzling, without the comfort of Schubert's Serenade, and without the joy of Beethoven's symphony, it just fell from the sky thinly and eloquently.The coolness is permeated with selflessness, densely woven obliquely, like the hazy feeling of love, flowing with the charm of Tang poetry and Song poetry, wrapping the whole city gently, as if covered with a layer of charming veil, with a bright and beautiful veil in the haze. spring colors.

A Boeing 747 passenger plane from New York to Beijing slowly landed at the Capital International Airport.A silver Bentley followed a 1 ambulance with flashing dome lights and drove past slowly, and then four doctors and nurses jumped out of the ambulance.Wei Hua also got on and off that Bentley, then looked up at the light rainy sky and muttered something.

Yang Luo and a white crew member carried Wang Tong who was lying on a stretcher down the spiral staircase, Lan Feng was holding a hanging bottle, Dane followed closely with an oxygen bag, Bei Yinyao hugged and wrapped her tightly. The strict Yang Siluo and Song Wei, who was carrying a suitcase, walked last.

Wei Hua hurried up the spiral staircase: "Boss!" Then he looked at Wang Tong who was lying on a stretcher with a pale face, "How could this happen!"

Yang Luo didn't speak, and after walking down the spiral staircase, he carried the ambulance into the ambulance. A middle-aged doctor nodded to Yang Luo: "Dr. Yang, let's go first." For Yang Luo, the doctors in the Military Region General Hospital are no strangers.

Yang Luo said, "Let's go, we will follow behind the ambulance."

After Wang Fei received a call from Yang Luo at the hotel, he took a taxi with his parents, brother and sister-in-law to the General Hospital of the Military Region. When they got out of the car, they saw a group of doctors and nurses in white coats standing at the gate of the hospital. They are full of gorgeous hair, and some of them are still wearing military uniforms.

At this moment, two nurses passed by them, "Hey, why are there so many people standing at the door, and the dean is also there?"

"Could it be that the head of the central government is sick?"

"Almost, go back and ask."

Wang Guodong looked at Wang Fei and said in a low voice, "When will they arrive?"

Wang Fei looked at the time: "It's almost here!"

Wang Guodong said: "The leaders from the Central Committee will come over soon, we are too obstructive standing here, go and wait."

Wang Fei nodded, walked to the leisure area on one side, and then sat on the lounge chair. Regardless of the drizzle falling from the sky, he kept looking at the street not far away.

Chi Jianguo stood at the gate of the hospital, looking down at his watch from time to time.Qian Guorui and Xie Jingyuan were also among them, as were Yang Yaxin, Chi Jianjun, Chi Kexin and Chi Yuexin.

Jian Zhuohong, director of the General Hospital of the Military Region, stood beside Chi Jianguo and asked, "When can I arrive?"

Chi Jianguo said, "It will probably arrive soon."

As soon as he finished his words, an ambulance drove quickly, followed by a silver Bentley.

"Here we come!" Chi Jianguo yelled, and a group of people cheered up and rushed to meet him.

Wang Fei was still looking around, but he didn't care when he saw the ambulance approaching quickly. When he saw Yang Luo getting on and off from the Bentley behind him, he stood up abruptly.

"It's elder sister, hurry up." After speaking, he ran over quickly.

"Brother-in-law!" Wang Fei called out.

Yang Luo turned around and saw Wang Fei's family stop: "When did you arrive?"

Wang Fei gasped and said, "Just arrived!"

Yang Luo nodded to Wang Peng and Wen Yue, then looked at Wang Guodong and Wu Bixia and said, "Uncle, aunt."

Wu Bixia said sharply, "Don't call me aunt, I don't know you."

At this time, Wang Tong was carried out of the ambulance by several nurses. Wu Bixia quickly squeezed into the crowd. Seeing Wang Tong's pale and bloodless face, tears were streaming down her face, and she held Wang Tong's hand and wept bitterly.

"Tongtong! Tongtong! Open your eyes and look at your mother..."

Everyone was taken aback when they saw Wu Bixia who suddenly barged in, but only after hearing her words did they realize that it was the patient's mother.

Yang Yaxin helped Wu Bixia up, and said softly, "Sister, don't cry, what if you break your body from crying."

Wu Bixia let go of Wang Tong's hand, and several nurses pushed the stretcher inside.

"You are?" Wu Bixia looked at Yang Yaxin suspiciously.

Yang Yaxin said: "I am Yang Luo's mother. I can understand your current mood. In fact, I don't feel well... Don't worry, we will do everything we can to treat Wang Tong. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will never give up."

When Wu Bixia heard that Yang Yaxin was Yang Luo's mother, her face became very ugly. She ignored Yang Yaxin and walked into the hospital.

Wang Guodong sighed and patted Yang Luo on the shoulder: "Don't have any psychological burden, just do your best."

Yang Luo opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

Yang Yaxin gave Yang Luo a hard look, and then looked at Bei Yinyao, who was standing not far away, a little lonely, feeling distressed.

Yang Yaxin walked over quickly: "Xiao Yao, Aunt really doesn't know what to say, it's all because of that little bastard Yang Luo."

Bei Yinyao hugged Yang Siluo and smiled slightly: "Auntie, it's not Yang Luo's fault, it's all my fault."

Yang Yaxin sighed, and set her eyes on Yang Siluo.At this time, the little guy was looking around curiously with wide eyes, and a pair of small hands kept waving in the air.

Bei Yinyao smiled and said, "Auntie, how does this little guy look like Yang Luo?"

Yang Yaxin had already guessed it, and now she heard Bei Yinyao's words with a smile on her face.

"My granddaughter!"

"Yeah!" Bei Yinyao nodded, and said with a smile: "Her name is Yang Siluo, she could walk just now, but she was naughty, and she ran away without paying attention."

Yang Yaxin hugged Yang Siluo over, kissed the little guy hard on the face, felt the little guy's face was cold, and then noticed that it was still raining, and said with some distress: "It's still raining, hurry up and say, don't take my My granddaughter has a cold."

Wang Tong was pushed into the ward, and after everything was arranged, Yang Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A group of people came out of the ward. Qian Guorui said, "Yang Luo, let me introduce you. This is Professor Xie Jingyuan, the dean of Peking University School of Medicine. You know him."

Yang Luo smiled and shook hands with Xie Jingyuan: "Professor Xie, I didn't expect you to meet again after only a few days apart."

Xie Jingyuan said: "I really don't want to meet you in such a place."

Yang Luo gave a wry smile, and Qian Guorui pointed to an old man with full hair, about 60 years old, and introduced emphatically, "Yang Luo, this is Professor Xu Xianghui, director of the Institute of Neuromedicine, First Military Medical University. .”

Yang Luo shook Xu Xianghui's hand: "Professor Xu, I won't say any more polite words, just speak up when Yang Luo is useful to me in the future."

Xu Xianghui said with a smile: "Dr. Yang is an expert in the field of cardiothoracic surgery. I can hear your name very well. If there is a chance, I hope you can give lectures at our Military Medical University and share the leading international technology, but you can't keep your secrets."

Yang Luo smiled and said, "Definitely, definitely."

Qian Guorui complained and said: "This kid promised me to teach my students two years ago, but he hasn't fulfilled until now." Complaints are complained, pointing to another old man, "This is Fudan University neurologist Professor Li Shaowu from the hospital... this is Nanjing University School of Medicine, Professor Wang Xiang from Neurosurgery..."

Yang Luo shook hands with these old fellows one by one, and finally Xie Jingyuan pointed to a skinny old man beside him and said, "This is Professor Zhang Rongqi, the deputy dean of our Peking University School of Neuromedicine, this is..."

These few people can be said to be the top experts in the field of neurology in China. In fact, Yang Luo doesn't know them, nor has he dealt with them.Yang Luo called Qian Guorui the day before yesterday and asked him to help.The old man was still in Guangxi at the time, and he called his old friends one by one without saying a word. Xie Jingyuan also contacted his old friends after hearing the news.When these people heard that Yang Luo needed help, they agreed without any hesitation.After all, Yang Luo is definitely a top expert in the field of international thoracic surgery. Although he has never met before, but through this acquaintance, there are only advantages and no disadvantages.

Yang Luo looked at them and said, "Seniors, I thank you for putting down your important work and rushing over here."

Qian Guorui said: "If you are polite, don't say it. Now go to the conference room to study the follow-up treatment plan." Then he looked at Jian Zhuohong, "Dean Jian, take us to the conference room."

Yang Luo shouted: "Xiao Er!"

The little girl Song Wei sneaked into the crowd with a smile: "Here we come, we come."

Yang Luo said, "What about the case?"

"Here it is." Song Wei opened the suitcase, took out a thick stack of folders and handed it to Yang Luo.

Yang Luo took it over: "Let's go!"

Wang Guodong, Wu Bixia, Wang Peng and Wen Yue watched a group of people leave with their mouths wide open.They didn't expect that Yang Luo could really invite so many experts. Although they didn't know each other, they knew the weight of these people when they heard the director of the Institute of Neuroscience, the vice president of the medical school, and this professor or that professor.

Wang Fei was very calm. After all, he knew Yang Luo's background to some extent: "Mom, Dad, you can rest assured now. With so many experts around, my sister will definitely wake up."