Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

At this moment, the grandpa sitting in the main driver's seat wanted to cry without tears.

When he saw Jiang Beiyuan, the old man finally showed a long-lost smile.

"Boy, I... I have a urgency..."

"Sorry."

Jiang Beiyuan was so guilty that he didn't explain the same thing. He hurriedly took the old man out of the car and put him in the bathroom, then pushed the wheelchair over and put the old man away.

"Really sorry."

He squatted and looked at him, this time with a correct attitude.

The old man waved his hand, with this face in front of him. The stunning beauty is his capital. The old man said magnanimously: "Forget it, who made you look handsome like the squad leader of my art troupe? I won't care about you today!"

"Thank you."

For the first time, Jiang Beiyuan felt that being handsome is a good thing, at least wherever he went, he was a gold medal for avoiding death.

"Doctor Jiang, Doctor Jiang!!!"

A middle-aged man with a sloppy beard suddenly ran towards Jiang Beiyuan.

Several little nurses followed.

The little nurse didn't stop, the man "Plop!" Kneeled in front of Jiang Beiyuan.

"Doctor Jiang, please, save my mother, my mother is going to die soon, please!"

"Doctor Jiang is sorry, the attending doctor of this family's mother is Doctor Zhao."

The young nurse at the back kept apologizing to Jiang Beiyuan for fear of unhappy.

Regardless of it, the man snotted and cried and hugged Jiang Beiyuan's thigh.

"I heard that the central hospital is the best at your medical skills. My mother's condition is really serious, so you can get an operation!"

Jiang Beiyuan pressed his lips tightly and faintly pulled it apart.

The man thought he was refusing, and just wanted to climb over again——

"In which ward?"

"..."

The man was taken aback.

The little nurse was also taken aback.

Is Jiang Beiyuan preparing to take orders?

After reacting, the man pointed his finger at the end of the first floor, "My mother is in front!"

Jiang Beiyuan went to the ward without saying anything.

Lying on the bed was an old lady with gray hair, plugged in a ventilator, panting hard.

Four eyes face each other.

The old lady's mood suddenly became a little agitated.

"It turned out to be you... young man..."

Jiang Beiyuan strode forward, condescendingly staring at the old man.

The fate is so wonderful, it turned out to be the kind old grandmother who gave Yannian 100 yuan and a pair of slippers after he quarreled with Yannian that day.

Everything is destined.

All kindness will be redeemed.

Jiang Beiyuan nodded at him, and his voice became soft as jade in an instant, "Don't be afraid, grandma, I'll check your situation first."

The old man nodded hard, his dim eyes moved, his face was not bloody, and his breathing was still difficult.

The man who just kneeled in front of Jiang Beiyuan was a little stunned, "Doctor Jiang, do you know my mother?"

Jiang Beiyuan said.

He doesn't talk much, but there is also a very soft place in his heart.

"Your mother is a kind person, and I owe her a favor."

After speaking, he put on a stethoscope, squatted down to listen to the old man's heart and lungs, and ordered the little nurse to bring a special instrument for the old man to do a five to ten examination.

...

"Your mother's vascular disease is very serious. The circumflex artery is 90% blocked."

Jiang Beiyuan put his hands in his trouser pockets and said to the old lady's son.

He obviously didn't wear a white coat, but the smell of disinfectant was already exaggerated between his gestures.

As he said before, the doctor is kind, as long as he has a doctor in his heart, whether he wears a white coat or not, he is a doctor.

"What now?!"

The old lady's son was extremely anxious.

Jiang Beiyuan frowned and his expression became solemn and solemn, "It is best to have a heart bypass operation within 12 hours, and only a bridge can be done."

"No, no, I don't have surgery!"

The old lady on the bed became more agitated than before, struggling to sit up from the bed.

"Mom, surgery must be done!" The man was in pain, and firmly held the old man's trembling right hand.

"No... No surgery... Son, your mother, I am old, even if I live, I can't live long... The operation costs so much money, it just drags you down..."

The old lady suddenly became misty with tears.

"Forget it...forget it...don't care about me...you just let me die, the old mother has lived till now and is content..."

"Mom, why do you let me watch you die?"

The man buried his head between the old man's palms, crying bitterly.

Jiang Beiyuan, who said nothing, suddenly stepped forward and took the other hand of the old man.

His palm was dry and generous, as warm as the savior, like a ray of light.

A beam of light that can break through the thorns.

"Do you believe me?" Jiang Beiyuan said every word, his voice mellow.