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Song Manxi has been sent to the intensive care unit. After the operation, the anesthesia has not passed, and he has to be hospitalized for 48 hours.

"How's it going, doctor?" Song Jiyang tried his best to keep his breathing rate. He looked very calm. In fact, he was not calm. It was only a few hours before the operation; Now that the operation is over, it's calming down.

The doctor took off his mask and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air: "basically, there is no problem. Now he has been sent to the intensive care unit for observation for 48 hours. After 48 hours, if there are no other problems, he can rest assured for the time being."

Song Jiyang listened, sighed gently and loosened the doctor's arm.

But after regaining consciousness, he asked, "what does it mean to be temporary?"

"That is to say, although there is basically no problem, but..."

Song Jiyang raised his head: "but... What?"

"Has the patient... Undergone heart replacement surgery for several years? She was once taking drugs for heart recovery. Her body has slowly begun to accept it and is developing in an optimistic direction. According to the surgical methods and advanced equipment, this is not an operation in China. It should be a unique technology developed by M country."

"After all, many years ago, domestic technology did not reach such an advanced level."

The doctor analyzed song Jiyang and guessed it word by word.

"She has undergone heart replacement surgery and was also operated in M country. But she has been checked regularly every year before. Her body has not had rejection for a long time, and she has begun to reduce the use of some drugs. Is there a problem?"

This heart is a common problem of all the Song family. Before surgery, song Manxi could not be stimulated at all. Everyone regarded her as an old Buddha.

After undergoing heart surgery, she slowly recovered, and the Song family regarded her as a God.

Every year before the examination, the doctor said that he had recovered well and was fully able to adapt. As long as he was not stimulated too much, there was no problem at all.

The doctor glanced at his face and found nothing. Maybe he really didn't know.

"Didn't the patient tell you?"

Song Jiyang was stunned for a moment: "what do you mean?"

"Maybe I don't want to tell you that the patient took first-aid drugs before the accident, and not once or twice, that is, she was stimulated to choose drugs to control herself."

"In addition, in the current car accident, the blood supply to the body was once insufficient, which also had a certain impact on the heart. Specifically, I can only tell you that it would be better to have an accurate examination after the patient wakes up."

"Early prevention is better than no prevention."

"I tell your families that I also hope you can be mentally prepared. The worst thing is that if you don't get timely control, you can only choose a second heart change at that time."

After hearing this, song Jiyang couldn't slow down for a moment, and the bitter and sour flavor poured out, completely immersed in the "second heart change".

Finally, he licked his lips and nodded to the doctor, "I see."

The doctor finally looked at him, shook his head and left the area.

At the end of bypassing the corridor, the doctor looked at the decadent man from a distance. The final picture was fixed on the long corridor, covered with Martian smoke.