Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Chapter One Hundred and Twelve

After a pause, Jiang Xiaoxue continued, “Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand. In this patient’s situation, there is nothing but craniotomy. In fact, you don’t have to think too scary about craniotomy. As long as it is handled properly, the chance of a successful operation can increase by one to two percent."

Jiang Xiaoxue looked at Luo Feng as if he was going to give him popular science, and said in a low voice, "Actually, as early as thousands of years ago, Chinese medicine had a craniotomy. According to the record of wild history, the genius doctor Hua Tuo once proposed to give him a generation. King Cao Cao performed a craniotomy. After so many years of evolution, with the improvement and perfection of medical equipment, the success rate of general craniotomy is very high, and this patient’s condition is more serious, but there is a 50-60% success rate. If the dean is free, he will perform the operation himself, and the success rate will be higher. Of course-the dean’s operation will cost more."

Tang Dechang frowned, his expression stern.

"Thank you, Dr. Jiang." Although he felt that Dr. Jiang had some prejudice against him, Luo Feng nodded and thanked Dr. Jiang, "After we have discussed it, we will give you an answer."

Jiang Xiaoxue also understood, nodded, and then turned and left.

"Hua Tuo?" Luo Feng muttered softly while looking at Jiang Xiaoxue's back, squinting his eyes, "Here, he told me about Hua Tuo's allusion--hehe, it's really a coincidence."

Luo Feng already had a decision in his heart.

He has no prejudice against craniotomy, but even if it has a 90% success rate, he is not willing to let Tang Dal take the 10% risk of death.

"Uncle Tang, let's get to the ward first." Luo Feng said sideways.

Tang Dechang nodded worriedly.

In the ward, Tang Dal was lying motionless. Seeing the door of the ward opened, Luo Feng and Tang Dechang walked in, their slightly pale lips moved lightly, "Dad, Brother Feng."

Tang Dechang gave a strong smile, walked over, and saw Tang Daer wanting to speak but stopped, Tang Dechang immediately laughed, "Don't worry, there is no major problem, the doctor said you just had a mild concussion, just rest more. ."

Tang Da'er said softly, and a trace of loneliness was wiped out deep in his eyes.

Knowing father Mo Ruozi.

How could he not understand his father?

As soon as I tell a lie, my eyes flicker on their own--

But Tang Daer didn't say anything, it was a beautiful lie.

"Da Er, come, stretch out your hand, Brother Feng will come to see your situation." Luo Feng walked over with a smile on his face.

Tang Da'er only regarded Luo Feng as a joke, grinned, and stretched out his hand, "Also ask the doctor Luo to take action to make all my injuries heal."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

However, Luo Feng did not explain.

He really wanted to diagnose Tang Da's ear pulse.

After a while, he let go of his hand, and Luo Feng knew Tang Dal's situation even more clearly.

At this time, the door of the ward opened.

Doctor Lu Wenhua walked in, followed by a young trainee nurse.

Lu Wenhua walked to the last hospital bed and asked about the patient's condition. Soon, with a normal routine, he came to Tang Dal's bed and asked aloud, "Tang Dal's family, have you decided yet? If surgery is to be carried out. , We have to say it in advance, our hospital also needs to make preparations."

"Surgery?" Although Tang Dal could see something in his father's eyes, Lu Wenhua's words still surprised him and blurted out, "What surgery?"

"Doctor Lu, let's talk outside." Tang Dechang stood up.

"Uh, I think this shouldn't be necessary." Lu Wenhua's expression was slightly embarrassed, and then he looked up and said with a serious face, "No matter what the situation, in fact, the patient should have the right to know. What's more, in such a serious situation, say something. It doesn't sound good. The patient doesn't even have any mental preparation for his own death. Then-isn't it too pitiful?"

Luo Feng's eyes were cold, staring at this Doctor Lu Wenhua.

Lu Wenhua's expression was calm, and he spoke without humility.

At this moment, Lu Wenhua's heart was sneer. If it hadn't been for Director Qu Cai, he would have been ridiculing and gloating now.

What kind of thing, it's just that I've gotten rid of the **** and made friends with the Haitian Group. Lu Wenhua doesn't have a son to work for the Haitian Group, so he doesn't need to give the Haitian Group face. On the contrary, because of the appearance of Su Guoming of the Haitian Group, he was severely reprimanded by Director Qu Cai. Not only that, but this month's bonus was also lost.

Lu Wenhua hated this hospital bed very much in his heart.

He is nominally Jiang Xiaoxue’s assistant. After learning about the patient’s situation from Jiang Xiaoxue’s mouth, Lu Wenhua came over. Based on his years of medical experience, in this case, generally speaking, the patient’s family members had to make a decision before making a decision. , Will never mention his condition to the patient, so as not to cause too much emotional fluctuations in the patient.

But the more so, the more Lu Wenhua looks for opportunities to speak.

I'm a doctor, and I'm justified in talking about the patient's condition. Who can blame myself?

Sure enough, Tang Dal's eyes opened wide, and his emotions couldn't be restrained. "You--what surgery did you say? Am I going to have an operation?" From Lu Wenhua's mouth, I can feel that his condition is very serious. Da Er imagined it to be much more serious.

"Be calm and not restless." Lu Wenhua chuckled, "Young man, the most important thing for you now is to maintain a calm mind. Otherwise, it will be even more dangerous."

"Can you roll?" At this time, a voice rang softly in Lu Wenhua's ear.

As if an icy cold air enveloped him, Lu Wenhua had an illusion that the temperature around him suddenly dropped a bit. Lu Wenhua suddenly looked sideways, and met with a pair of cold eyes, like a wild beast, staring at him. .

Lu Wenhua shuddered involuntarily and stepped back.

He had also heard about the fact that nearly 50 students in Zijing Middle School were sent to the hospital with their legs broken in one day. It is said that the initiator was the young man in front of him.

Standing at a distance that felt safe, Lu Wenhua took a deep breath and frowned and said in a deep voice, "Young man, what do you mean? I am a doctor, and I have a responsibility to let my patients understand their own situation. I’m here to talk to my patient and I’ll know his current situation. I’m afraid you can’t control it.”

Luo Feng stood up and paused every word, "I said-let you go."

Lu Wenhua's face changed violently for a few times, and there was a burst of heat on his cheeks.

There were a lot of eyes in the ward, and he also had a good reputation in surgery. If he was scared to leave by a yellow-haired boy, he would be a laughingstock.

"Do you dare to insult the doctor in the hospital?" Lu Wenhua's expression was gloomy, "I can understand your current mood, and I don't bother to care about you, otherwise, I would have called the security guard up."

Luo Feng stood up, took out a pen and paper from a drawer on the side, and handed it to Lu Wenhua.

Lu Wenhua frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Write the word'roll', and see if you can write it." Luo Feng squinted his eyes and replied lightly.