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Section 5917 you look like my son (8)

Ye Jiaqi was curious. Ji Changmu was not a hesitant person. She couldn't hear the voice on the other end and asked, "Teacher Ji, what's the matter?"

"Yeah." Ji Changmu nodded heavily, "There's something... I don't know how to tell you."

"Tell me, it doesn't matter. Isn't it true that I can't give little Yuzi any more extra lessons?"

"No... I would like to advance one semester's salary to you. Do you think that's okay?"

The thin and handsome figure of the young man appeared in front of Ye Jiaqi's eyes. She knew that he must be in trouble before he spoke to her. Otherwise, with Ji Changmu's character, he would just grit his teeth and hold on.

"Yes, of course, you can go directly to Butler Zhong to get it. Is it enough? If not, it will be fine next semester."

"I'm not sure yet. Thank you, Mrs. Qiao. I will always remember your thoughts."

"It doesn't matter. This is what you deserve. It's just an advance. It's nothing." Ye Jiaqi asked with concern, "Did you encounter any difficulties? Do you want me to help you."

"My mother is not in good health when I return to Bincheng this time. I plan to take her to Beijing International Hospital to have her checked out. She has a heart disease and I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money."

"In this way..." Ye Jiaqi fell into thinking, "If you need any help, just go to Butler Zhong and he will help you."

"Thank you, Mrs. Qiao."

"You're welcome, it's just a little effort."

Ye Jiaqi thought it was nothing. She was even grateful to Ji Changmu. With him here, at least Xiaoyouzi no longer rejected the tutor and was willing to do homework and read books.

Last time she asked little Youzi some questions, and Little Youzi answered fluently, and then told her that it was Teacher Ji who taught her.

Ye Jiaqi has great trust in Ji Changmu's abilities.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Changmu breathed a sigh of relief. The sunshine on the horizon was slightly dazzling, and facing the cold winter wind, his eyes were filled with pure sadness.



One week later.

After receiving his salary, Ji Changmu asked her mother to come to the capital and he personally took her to the hospital for medical treatment.

Yang Shuzheng kept refusing to look at it, but she couldn't help Ji Changmu's tough attitude. She knew that this child's personality was like his father Ji Donghuai's, and he would definitely tell the truth when he was determined.

She was also very happy to have such a good son with her.

After waiting in line, it was finally their turn.

The expert carefully looked at the checklist done by Yang Shuzheng, frowned, and then went to have a cautious and detailed chat with his colleagues. Then he said to them: "The blood vessel walls are thick, and some blood vessels are blocked by fat, which is extremely easy to cause myocardial infarction."

Or other heart problems. Taking medicine can only alleviate it, and it is best to undergo surgery to install an intracardiac stent."

The doctor also expressed a lot of his own opinions. Of course, he told Ji Changmu all of them.

Ji Changmu is not a medical student, but he understands.

To sum up, taking medicine can alleviate the problem, but it cannot cure it.

"Your mother is weak, but she is young. If she undergoes surgery at her age, she won't have too many side effects." The doctor suggested, "Of course, we can only give you some suggestions and cannot help you draw conclusions."

"If I have surgery, who will do it? What are the risks?" Ji Changmu asked.

"Every operation cannot be guaranteed to be 100% risk-free. For this type of operation, the success rate is about 50%. You can choose me as the attending doctor, or you can choose another expert. This is your freedom." Doctor.
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