On the engagement night, I became the favorite of my mortal enemy

Chapter 18 His sight
The man looked so fierce and scary that Feng Lu and Shen Yu almost couldn't hold him down.

Song Tang put his hands in the pockets of his white coat and looked at him calmly: "The bullet passed through your calf and scratched the nerves in your calf. The blood vessels were damaged and caused severe avascular necrosis. You will not be able to walk even if this leg is not amputated. "

The doctor next to him nodded in agreement.

"Fuck you! Why don't you amputate your own leg!"

Shen Yu gritted his teeth and whispered: "Old Kong, please be careful what you say! Dr. Song is from the Zhou family."

"I don't care who she is, she just doesn't dare to cut off my legs!"

Feng Lu frowned: "Dr. Song, is there no room for redemption? You sawing his legs would make him more uncomfortable than killing him."

The doctor next to him couldn't wait any longer. He walked over and whispered to Feng Lu, "If it doesn't work, just knock Lao Kong unconscious. If he continues, it won't be as simple as amputating his legs."

Lao Kong scratched his head and wanted to tear the male doctor apart: "You bitch, don't think I didn't hear what you said, you dare to touch me and try it!"

Song Tang looked at Lao Kong: "Would you rather die than have your legs amputated?"

"Correct!"

Song Tang: "Then don't saw it."

Lao Kong was stunned. The male doctor was no longer calm: "Dr. Song, stop making trouble! Why don't you wait for him to die from infection if you don't amputate the limb? Why are young doctors today so irresponsible!"

Song Tang: “Doctors must also respect patients’ choices.”

Male doctor: "What do you know! Lao Kong was injured just to protect everyone. Do we want to retaliate and kill him alive?"

Song Tang pursed his lips and stopped arguing with the male doctor. Instead, he looked at the data reports and instrument values ​​by himself.

"It's useless. My 30 years of clinical experience can't compare to you, a yellow-haired girl?" The male doctor turned around and saw Zhou Sihui coming, and immediately went over: "Master Si, can you make a decision?"

Zhou Sihui looked at Lao Kong, who had a stubborn expression on his face: "Master Si doesn't raise useless people under his command, so I won't amputate his legs."

Zhou Sizhen walked to Song Tang: "What did you say?"

Song Tang: "There is a narrow chance of death. Forcibly saving the leg can easily lead to acute infection, and then the life will not be saved."

Lao Kong was listening to Song Tang's words. When he heard what he said, he said fiercely: "Give it a try and turn the bicycle into a motorcycle! Doctor Song, just give it a try, my fate is up to me!"

Zhou Sihui turned sideways and said in a deep voice: "Do it for him."

Song Tang looked at him in surprise. Without saying anything nonsense, she walked to Lao Kong and asked the anesthesiologist to prepare for anesthesia.

"Lao Kong, I will help you remove the necrotic soft tissue and perform endoaortic repair. I can only try to save your leg, but there is no way to predict whether the nerves will recover."

Lao Kong only had time to nod before the anesthetic took effect. Seeing that Song Tang was determined to have his own way, the male doctor did not dare to have an attack because of Zhou Sihui.

Song Tang put on surgical clothes, put on gloves and said, "Anyone who has nothing to do with me will go out and wait."

Feng Lu and Shen Yu looked at each other: "..."

She is so crazy.

The two of them went out together, and Zhou Si'ai followed after a short pause.

Feng Lu was waiting for him outside: "Don't you think it's too risky? Even if Song Tang has good medical skills, he lacks clinical experience after all."

Shen Yu: "There's nothing we can do about Lao Kong's temper. We can't just watch him die, right?"

Zhou Sitai took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, but without lighting it, he held it in his hand and crushed it back and forth.

Feng Lu and Shen Yu knew that he was in a bad mood, so the three of them stopped talking.

The operation lasted for six hours, and Song Tang came out of the operating room with a white face at three in the morning.

Zhou Sihui stepped forward.

Song Tang: "We are temporarily..."

Before Song Tang could finish speaking, Zhou Silai picked Song Tang up by the waist and walked out.

Feng Lu and Shen Yu could only stop the male doctor behind them: "How is it? Can Lao Kong's leg be saved?"

The male doctor seemed to have aged ten years. He took off his mask and gasped: "Just leave it to fate." Song Tang was put on the bed by Zhou Sihuo, and his spirit suddenly became tense: "I am very tired and not interested."

She is still swollen and cannot be tortured any longer.

Zhou Silai sneered and stood beside the bed with his hands folded: "I'm letting you sleep. What good things are you thinking of?"

Song Tang looked relaxed. She was indeed too tired, and Lao Kong's legs were not optimistic. She had to keep her spirits up and continue to stare.

Song Tang pulled off the quilt, ignored Zhou Sihui, took off his shoes, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

No one disturbed her, and Song Tang slept until eight o'clock the next day.

Stretching his arms, Song Tang sat up, feeling the sea breeze blowing in, and couldn't help but look towards the balcony.

Zhou Si's balcony is close to the sea. The balcony door is open at the moment, and the sea breeze blows the curtains, and Zhou Si's tall figure can be vaguely seen.

Zhou Sitai was leaning on the railing and talking on the phone with a smile on his face: "Why are you unhappy?"

"I didn't mean to snub you. I've been really busy recently."

"Okay, what kind of gift do you want? Is it the latest bag or a world-limited sports car? It would also be nice to buy an island..."

Song Tang withdrew his gaze and walked over barefoot to pour a glass of water. The sound of the water dispenser caught Zhou Si's attention.

The sun shone through the curtains and fell on Song Tang's smooth calves. Zhou Sihui's eyes dimmed and he said into the phone: "Mianmian, I have something else to do first."

Song Tang put the water cup to his lips and drank water, but subconsciously looked towards Zhou Sihui from the corner of his eye.

The person on the other end of the phone obviously didn't want to hang up, so Zhou Sihao coaxed in a good-tempered way: "Okay, I'll go to the concert with you."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Sizhen walked towards Song Tang. Song Tang put down the water glass and glanced at him: "Liu Mian?"

Zhou Siyi hummed leisurely and changed the subject: "Would you like to eat?"

Song Tang didn't have time to eat last night. Coupled with the high physical exertion of the surgery, he was already hungry.

"I want crystal shrimp dumplings and eight-treasure sweet porridge."

Zhou Si'ai called the kitchen to ask for preparations, and Song Tang said, "Borrow the bathroom."

Song Tang opened the bathroom door: "Do you have a spare toothbrush?"

Zhou Sitai helped her take out the toiletries from the cabinet on the sink, then returned to the sofa to look at her phone.

Liu Mian sent him several WeChat messages. Zhou Silai clicked on them and looked up. He looked up inadvertently and saw Song Tang washing up.

Looking down, she was lying low, her waist was sunken, and her skirt had round lines. Zhou Sihe narrowed his eyes slightly and thought of an inappropriate scene.

After Song Tang finished wiping his face and came out of the bathroom, Zhou Sitai looked back and stood up: "Go to the restaurant."

The two sat opposite each other in the restaurant. There were all kinds of meals on the table, but Song Tang only loved shrimp dumplings.

The two of them each ate their own food, and no one said anything.

Song Tang turned his eyes slightly and glanced at Zhou Simai. He ate everything without choosing.

Looking away, Song Tang took a sip of porridge. Half a month ago, she was like a cat meeting a mouse when she met Zhou Sizhen, but now she could sit at the same table with him and eat.

But Song Tang knew that this was all an illusion. She would not fall in love with Zhou Sitai, and Zhou Sitai would not reconcile with her.

She only hoped that obeying Zhou Siyi would give her an extra protective umbrella in the Zhou family.
Song Tang finished his meal quickly and took out two tissues to wipe his hands: "I'm going to check on Lao Kong."

Zhou Si sighed and continued to pick up his phone to reply to the message.

Song Tang stood up, scanned Liu Mian's note on his phone, and left without expression.

Lao Kong had woken up. The anesthetic had worn off and his face was covered in sweat from the pain. Song Tang calmly walked over and looked at the various data.

Lao Kong smiled at her: "Little girl, I just said I can save my legs!"

(End of this chapter)