Chapter 1620 Destiny is within the light cone

He pushed Mr. Huang back to the ward, and the department had already known about Mr. Huang's illness.

The entire department was as stern as winter was coming, no one spoke, and even tiptoed when walking, for fear of making noises.

Mr. Huang has worked in the department all his life, and all medical staff treat the elderly as grandfathers.

Some young nurses were sobbing silently when they heard the bad news. But they didn't dare to cry, for fear of causing Mr. Huang to fluctuate emotionally and things went unexpectedly.

The hospital's management and doctors from other departments rushed over later, but were blocked by Xiao Kai from the ward.

Zhou Congwen and Deng Ming were talking to their boss in the ward.

Originally, he should have had more rest at this time, but Mr. Huang took the video of the enhanced CT and took a few glances. After knowing his situation, he put the film aside and started talking to Zhou Congwen and Deng Ming.

Zhou Congwen knew that his boss had left his last words and he didn't want to have surgery at all.

Although the boss's blood pressure has been controlled at 120/75 mmHg under the action of antihypertensive drugs, the third "hair" is still torn.

The difficulty of the operation was further increased, and Zhou Congwen knew that the boss had already given up.

"Deng Ming, I have been with me for many years." Old Huang sat half on the bed, leaning his back against the head of the bed, and asked in a low voice.

"Thirty-one years, I will follow you after graduating from college, boss." Deng Ming said.

"Today, let's say something to your heart." Huang Lao said, "Among me, you are the only one who looks honest and honest, but actually has the most thoughts. The reason I keep you by my side is because you belong to Monkey King, and I don't know what trouble you will cause after you go out."

Deng Ming wanted to say something, but his lips moved, but he didn't say it.

"I knew it when you first came to the clinic, so the thing I don't worry about in the future is Deng Ming," said Huang Lao, "The road from 912 to Union Medical College is still long, so I won't be with you anymore."

Zhou Congwen silently listened to his boss and his senior brother talking. He didn't want to hear any of these last words, and the system tasks in the upper right corner of his vision disappeared.

The little guy in the system probably knew that the boss’s situation was critical and prompted to end.

Zhou Congwen is waiting for the next task, such as [Emergency Task - A Critical Counterattack...] and so on.

But the system seems to determine that its boss is terminally ill and cannot be done with surgery, and it gives no hope at all.

Gradually, Zhou Congwen fell into Wuming's despair.

Destiny cannot be changed. His appearance did make the boss's malignant tumor disappear, but the aortic dissection followed one after another.

After some trouble, the boss not only did not live for a few more days, but left earlier.

I am as ridiculous as a clown.

After a while, after Mr. Huang and Deng Ming finished talking, he looked at Zhou Congwen and smiled slightly.

"Zhou Congwen, you have a high level of level. I judge that your surgery is even higher than when I was younger."

Zhou Congwen was silent.

Facing the boss's praise, Zhou Congwen felt even more uncomfortable.

"Ask you something." The smile on Mr. Huang's face was gentle and kind.

"Boss, does it hurt? Do you need to chase a piece of vermildeen or morphine?" Zhou Congwen asked.

Mr. Huang waved his hand.

"Zhou Congwen, we met for the first time at the train station, right?" Huang Lao asked.

"Yes." Zhou Congwen nodded.

"The first time I saw you, I had a strange idea in my mind, as if we had known each other for a long time. I have been thinking about this idea for a long time over the years and can't figure it out."

"Actually, you are young, even if I make a fool of myself, I will not let you preside over the work of the academician's workstation."

"But that familiar feeling is real, and I know you can do it. It's a strange feeling, I can't understand it. But the facts are here. At that time, I wanted to see your surgical technique and help me complete the operation. After the operation was successful, I'm going to continue to try it."

"Many years ago, when I was treating Xuesen, I heard him say that the American technology tree was wrong."

"..." Zhou Congwen was stunned.

"Xuesen is a strategic scientist in our country, and the overall scientific direction was formulated by him. Before he exchanged him for fifteen pilots and huge concessions, Xuesen was an American strategic scientist, and his words were credible."

"It's a pity, over the years..." Mr. Huang said, paused for a moment, and then smiled, "So I have always doubted the current science and technology. If you put it, I think we have known each other before."

Zhou Congwen continued to remain silent.

The boss's perception is correct, or it may be that he has never met at all after meeting him, and his intimacy is like a father and son.

But this doesn't matter. The boss is about to leave, what's the use of saying this?

"Three months ago, you hurriedly asked me to have a physical examination, and I knew I might have a problem. But nothing happened. I guess I was thinking about it wrong."

Mr. Huang said with a smile.

"..." Zhou Congwen was ashamed.

"Doesn't escape the first day of the lunar month, but not the fifteenth day of the lunar month." Huang Lao said, "Time is a concept that does not exist. Since fate is under the light cone, everything is destined. We are just humble primates, don't be so depressed."

"Zhou Congwen, be more energetic, let me explain something to you." Mr. Huang raised his voice and said in a more intense tone.

"Boss, you said."

"I don't want the surgery, I'm already eighty-six or seven, so there's no need to tear people apart." Huang Lao said, "Even if the surgery is successful, I can live for a few years. Don't be careful."

“…”

Zhou Congwen stammered his neck and didn't say anything.

"When I leave, you come and make a specimen." Huang Laodao, "There are fewer and fewer specimens in medical schools, and there are not enough. Bones, muscles, blood vessels... especially blood vessels! I'm not at ease with others to do it, so you come. Keep more capillary networks and try to make them more intuitive."

"Boss, I don't." Zhou Congwen directly denied without hesitation.

"No matter how you die, you will die. You can't let it go at your age, so I don't care." Old Huang smiled. He knew how deep obsessed Zhou Congwen was under his gentle appearance. He did not persuade him, but looked at Zhou Congwen with a smile.

After a long time, Mr. Huang continued to say gentlely, "It's a pity that I have lived for too long and cannot use the parts for others, so others will dislike it. It's better to make specimens, just like I teach children every day."

"This time I don't speak or instill values, the children will not dislike me, a bad old man, for being too long-winded."

"I'm not at ease when others do it, especially the Capillary Network. I'll leave this to you, Zhou Congwen."
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