Bai Fei wiped his nose and finally thought carefully: "Is there any chance of winning... I think it's only half of it, half of it is God's eyes open, and one percent is that he does good deeds and accumulates virtues..."

Bo Gucheng snorted coldly: "Mens doctor."

"Hey, hey, Master Bo, I'm serious! Most people dare not do this surgery. I will definitely tell you that the chance of winning is zero. It makes sense for me to say this. Ah, hang up my phone, Master Bo, you are becoming more and more indifferent!" Bai Fei looked at the phone with a resentment on his face.

As soon as he looked up, Bai He was about to go out again.

"Hey, wait, little sister, why are you so affectionate? You haven't told me the number of the little fairy dormitory? Otherwise, I can tell me which building is fine, I'll wait for the rabbit!"

Bai Fei didn't care about Bo Gucheng's problem and was so anxious that she reached out to hold her own sister. "If I hadn't searched all the dormitories of the History Academy but couldn't find the little fairy, I wouldn't have come to pester you, okay, wait for me..."

"I'm not available! I'm going to work!" Bai He smiled and ran faster than a rabbit.

Bai Fei murmured: "What's the matter of going to work? Isn't it just cooking? It's really important to find a fairy? No, I have to apply to give a lecture at the History School. The History School should need a medical lecturer, right?"

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After Bo Gucheng hung up Bai Fei's phone number, he consulted several medical experts.

Although the answers obtained are subtle, most of the judgments on the old president's condition are consistent: "Although the surgery has a chance to wake up, the chances of winning are too small, only 10% or 20%, and the risk is really great!"

Almost no one dared to support it. The old president had brain surgery to repair the injured nerves.

But if you keep dragging and not taking surgery, as Bai Fei said, it is just dragging time, which is no different from giving up life. If you wait until your body is dry and the oil is dry, you will die naturally.

Since that's the case, why not try it?

The reason is this, but no family members are willing to bear the responsibility for signing the operation.

Bo Gucheng pondered for a long time and continued to explain: "Contact the old president's family and go back to the imperial capital tonight. I will talk to them one by one."

He admits the responsibility they are unwilling to take!

If they don’t want to sign, he will sign it!

He bears the consequences!

He must hold on to the hint that the little woman gave him.

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Qingcheng University.

In Xi Zuer's single dormitory.

Xi Rubao is helping her sort out the military training items she just sent.

It is a super large woven bag with training uniforms, kettles, rubber shoes... and even an extremely old-fashioned enamel rice jar!

Xi Rubao tidied up while complaining: "Sister, the fabric of this training uniform is too rough. Will my skin be worn out for a few days? Oh my God, how can I wear these rubber shoes? What era should I wear such terrible shoes! I may have underestimated the intensity of the training. At that time, it will not be a question of whether it will become darker, but whether I will have eczema on my head after training for the whole day with this thick hat..."

Wu Qianman was worried about another thing: "When I was just getting the supplies, I heard from the girl in the next building that the instructors this year are all very fierce!"

Xi Rubao didn't care: "How fierce it can be? Can you eat us?"
Chapter completed!