Village Doctor's Magic Hands

Stop Maserati outside the gate of the hospital, and then take Xia Lingmo to the outpatient department. Originally, Zhao Sanjin felt that he was more than half an hour late. It was time to call Bai Yuan and ask. However, Bai Yuan was still pacing back and forth as soon as he entered the door.

It's just that the anxious color on his face shows that Bai Yuan's heart is more or less worried. However, it's unclear whether he is worried about Zhao Sanjin's failure to come or whether Zhao Sanjin can cure his mother.

"Mr. Zhao." Bai Yuan's eyes were very sharp. At the moment when Zhao Sanjin and Xia Lingmo entered the door, even Zhao Sanjin didn't react, and Bai Yuan's voice had taken the lead.

"Bai Zong." before the company completed the M & A, Zhao Sanjin didn't think he was superior to Bai, so he still respected him in terms of address.

"Something happened when I went out, so I'm sorry to be late." Zhao Sanjin took the initiative to apologize to Bai Yuan, which surprised Bai Yuan. He quickly waved and said with a smile: "Zhao always came and has given enough face. Just wait a little longer."

"What's more, the person sleeping in the hospital bed is my mother. No matter how long I wait, I will." Bai Yuan smiled bitterly, but the color of expectation revealed in his dark eyes was very eye-catching.

He patted Bai Yuan on the shoulder. Zhao Sanjin gave Bai Yuan a reassuring look and said with a smile, "don't worry, I'll do my best."

"Take me to see the situation first." Zhao Sanjin motioned Bai Yuan to lead the way in front.

In the VIP exclusive intensive care unit, two medical staff and a general doctor keep watching for 24 hours. If there is something wrong, the hospital can respond quickly at the first time.

Of course, these are not what Zhao Sanjin is most concerned about. With Zhang Hu's first diagnosis and treatment experience of heart failure, it is not difficult for Zhao Sanjin to imagine what it would be like with the symptoms of Bai Mu's systemic failure.

"Why don't you wait for me outside?" Zhao Sanjin patted Xia Lingmo on the back and said comfortingly, "it's just a moment's Kung Fu. Don't worry."

"You..." Xia Lingmo didn't refuse. He gently nodded his head, hesitated for a while, and said, "if you can't, don't force yourself."

"OK." Zhao Sanjin agreed directly without hesitation.

In this sentence, Zhao Sanjin really didn't mean to deceive Xia Lingmo. From entering the ward, whether Xia Lingmo screamed or dissuaded, Zhao Sanjin took it for granted. It's really a patient in the hospital bed... Some are too ugly.

"Then I'll wait for you outside." he eased his mood. Xia Lingmo went straight out of the ward. Until he got out of the door of the ward, Xia Lingmo felt that he could breathe normally. He gulped the air with the smell of disinfectant in the corridor.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm really sorry." after Xia Lingmo left the ward, Bai Yuan shook his head and leaned close to the hospital bed.

"It's all right." Zhao Sanjin waved his hand and didn't care. For a doctor, Zhao Sanjin hasn't seen what kind of scene. Moreover, Zhao Sanjin had made psychological preparations before entering the ward.

Whether it is the patient's situation, the patient's appearance, or the difficulty of treatment, it is all expected by Zhao Sanjing.

"That's the disease..." feeling that Zhao Sanjin's heart really didn't fluctuate too much, Bai Yuan was relieved, pointed to the woman on the hospital bed, and asked, "can it be cured?"

After pondering for a while, Zhao Sanjin could only sigh: "I'll do my best."

The hospital bed is more like a corpse than a person. Although this description is too simple and rough, and even very inhumane, the situation of Bai Mu is really inseparable from the appearance of a corpse.

The body is so thin that only bones and skin are left. The whole body is filled with tubes, some enter from the mouth, some inject fluids from the arm, and even excrete without asking. In short, if all the tubes in this body are wrapped in cloth, it will really be a mummy.

"Thank you." although Bai Yuan's heart was somewhat disappointed, he still took one side and kept silent.

Similarly, Zhao Sanjin casually found a chair and gently put his two fingers on the white mother's pulse. The light strength seemed to crush the bones in the skin once it was heavy.