"You can show off so much. You don't want to win money, what lottery do you buy?" Wang Zhiquan cursed.

He didn't know how much money he lost, and he was in a bad mood, and he became more and more disliked when he saw Zhou Congwen.

It’s really irrelevant. When did I say I didn’t want to win money?

Zhou Congwen shook his head slightly. Some people are like this. He is unwilling to be pulled into the water by Wang Zhiquan with idiot logic and then be defeated by him with rich experience.

After walking out of the lottery station with his hands behind his back, Zhou Congwen accelerated some steps. He returned to the hospital to be on duty and could not make people spend too long on his behalf.

After coming out for 2 hours, Zhou Congwen knew that he owed Shen Lang a "big" favor.

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In the provincial capital, the operating room of the Second Hospital of Medical University is full of restless people.

A 5-year-old young patient with congenital heart disease and tetralogy of Fallow had a 12-hour surgery, but it was not over yet.

The longer the surgery, the greater the risk, which everyone knows, including the patient's family.

The little bit of hope gradually shattered, and the emotions at home began to collapse.

A middle-aged man with a tattoo on his neck was standing at the door of the operating room with a cold face, holding a box in his hand. He was like an iceberg, and no one dared to walk within three steps beside him.

Geng Haoran, the richest man in the provincial capital, is a big brother-level existence.

He started his career as a demolition in the provincial capital, and took both black and white, and had a smooth journey, with industries spread throughout the province.

The surgery today was the child that his fourth wife gave birth to him. It was strange that every wife of Geng Haoran had only given birth to a daughter for him before, which made Geng Haoran extremely dissatisfied.

Finally, I had a son. On the day the child was born, Geng Haoran held a banquet in the largest market in the provincial capital and invited the people who wanted to come to the provincial capital for three days.

This is something that people in the entire provincial capital remember and talk about it with relish.

However, the child has congenital diseases. Some people say that Geng Haoran has done too much trouble in his daily life, which has affected his wife and children.

Geng Haoran was also very upset. When the child reached 5 years old, he couldn't wait to take the child to the imperial capital for surgery.

But Geng Haoran is used to being rampant in the provincial capital, so who cares about the richest man in the provincial capital?

After Geng Haoran went to the imperial capital to go to the hospitalization procedures, there was no single room, no one cared for the well-being, but just lined up to wait for the operation step by step.

Unsuccessful contact, Geng Haoran took the child back to the provincial capital in anger and was hospitalized in the Second Hospital of Medical University.

The surgery for tetralogy of Fallow is the most difficult surgery for cardiothoracic surgery, and there is no unified anatomical structure. Method 4 is the general term for ventricular septal defect, pulmonary artery stenosis, aortic cycling and right ventricular hypertrophy, which is also a relatively common congenital malformation.

Once congenital heart disease becomes difficult, it is really harder than climbing to the sky.

Just like Geng Haoran's son, when he opened his chest and saw that everyone present was stunned.

There is no pericardium outside the heart, the aorta is twisted like a twist, and there is no way to start. And that's not all. Zhang You, the left pulmonary artery, widened his eyes and searched for nearly two hours, but couldn't find it at all.

Is the left pulmonary artery missing?

What will happen without a pulmonary artery? Zhang You, director of cardiothoracic surgery, has no idea. He has been in medicine for decades and has had hundreds of cases of congenital heart disease, and has never seen a similar patient.

When explaining the condition of Geng Haoran, Director Zhang You was under tremendous pressure. After all, the other party was a man who was both black and white, and he couldn't afford to offend him.

The operation was long, and the people involved in the operation were still not sure what to do. Zhang You had no choice but to go out of the operating room again to explain the condition to the patient's family and suggested closing the chest.

There is no way, and the child will not die on the operating table.

Although the operation cannot be completed and the child cannot survive long after he has come down, it is better to let his family take a look than to die on the operating table.

"Mr. Geng, I'm really embarrassed, we... can't do it." Zhang You's sterile hat was already wet with sweat, and he said carefully.

A suitcase was thrown on Zhang You, and he subconsciously caught it.

Zhang You's old waist creaked and almost broke. What was in this box? It was so heavy.

"This is 300,000 yuan. The operation is successful, and there are 300,000 yuan. If you and the person who had the surgery today are buried with my son." Geng Haoran's eyes were blood-red and he stared at Zhang You and said, "He said one by one.

Each word is like a knife, inserted into Zhang You's head.

I...ru!

Director Zhang You was stunned for a moment. He held the suitcase and stared at Geng Haoran in a daze. The sterile gloves and surgical gowns were covered with blood on the forearm, reflected on the dark green surgical gown, which looked particularly dazzling.

"Mr. Geng..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Geng Haoran said coldly, "My last name is Geng spitting out a nail, and the surgery is normal."

"But Mr. Geng, if the operation continues, I am worried that the child will not get off the operating table."

"Then don't come out."

Geng Haoran's voice was cold, and Zhang You felt cold when he heard it. He didn't dare to talk back to Zhang You, and he knew in his heart that if he continued to talk, he would definitely be a slap in the face.

He walked back to the operating room dejectedly. Zhang You felt panic and helpless. The more he walked, the weaker his legs became. The desire to urinate, and he almost didn't pee directly in his pants.

"Director, how about it?" The head nurse in the operating room saw that Zhang You's face turned pale and knew that things were not good, she asked in a low voice.

"Geng... the patient's family... said that the operation failed, we..."

Director Zhang was trembling so hard that he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

The head nurse's face suddenly sank. She knew very well what Zhang You meant. Geng Haoran, why did he perform surgery on his son? The first and third hospitals pushed forward, because he was afraid that there would be problems with the surgery. Director Zhang You was not afraid of death, but he led everyone to die together.

It's over...

Zhang You walked into the operating room with the box of money absent-mindedly.

"Director, what are you holding?"

"Buy money for life." Zhang You let go with a sad face, and the money box fell to the ground.

To put it simply, Geng Haoran's meaning, the operating room was quiet and no one spoke.

It’s really a ferocious death. Geng Haoran doesn’t know if the surgery for congenital heart disease is difficult! Besides, his son doesn’t even have the left pulmonary artery, and the pericardium cannot be seen, so it’s normal to not be able to do it!

"Professor Chen, go and have a while for me." Director Zhang sat on the ground against the wall of the operating room, his legs trembling.

Chen Houkun was stunned for a moment. He knew that this job was a waste, and it was best not to touch his hands.

Once this surgery is involved, who knows how Director Zhang will tell Geng Haoran between life and death.

"Director, I have a little blood sugar..."

"Test it now." Although Zhang You was afraid, it did not include fearing the professors under his command. He said coldly.

"..." Professor Chen was stunned, "Director, I'm worried I can't do it."

Let's tell the truth, otherwise what else can I do?

"Who can do it!" Zhang You suddenly felt like he was going crazy and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone is on stage, no one wants to run away! I called the dean, it's so fucking, what's the matter!"

Professor Chen had no choice but to brush his hands on the stage.

Looking at Shu Ye, Professor Chen almost cried.
Chapter completed!