Moboyuan went out of the tent and smoked not far away.

In fact, moboyuan doesn't smoke much at ordinary times. He only smokes a few times.

While smoking, I looked through my cell phone. Sure enough, there was no reply.

Sighed and pulled a helpless smile from the corners of his mouth.

......

early morning.

Jiang Tingxu was still asleep, and the mobile phone under the pillow vibrated rapidly.

"Hello ~"

"Dr. Jiang, Bai Shiyou's condition is deteriorating and needs an operation immediately. Director Gong asked us to hurry to the hospital."

Deterioration?

Jiang listens to Xu Ceng and wakes up completely:

"How?"

When Mingming went to the hospital yesterday, Bai Shiyou looked very good?

Still smile and say hello to yourself.

Why suddenly

"Doctor Jiang, hurry up. I'll wait for you downstairs and call a taxi."

At this time, Jiang Tingxu didn't dare to slow down. He came down from bed and rushed to the bathroom. He let go of the cold water, washed his face and brushed his teeth quickly. Before he could comb his hair, he hurried out with his bag and went downstairs.

Jiang Tingxu has just left the hotel hall, and Guan Xiaodong has taken a taxi:

"Dr. Jiang, come on, this way."

After Jiang Tingxu got on the bus, the car also started quickly.

It took about three minutes to arrive.

After they got off, they almost ran all the way to the operating room.

"Director Gong."

"Wash your hands and change your clothes," director Gong said, and explained to his family.

"The patient's condition is very bad because the donor will not be removed until tomorrow. The scheduled operation time is the day after tomorrow.

But now, no one expected that the condition would suddenly deteriorate. Bai Shiyou's heart had long failed and there was no donor. The success rate of this rescue operation was only about 10%.

If you agree to rescue, sign it. "

The family members are confused:

"Only ten percent?"

Director Gong's face was also heavy:

"Yes."

Ten percent is only official data. Judging from director Gong's experience over the years, the data still has to be reduced by half.

The situation is really too bad. Even if it is rescued, it can be postponed to the expected time of heart transplantation the day after tomorrow if you are lucky, but if you are not lucky, it is likely that the operating table will not come down.

Now, it's actually blocking.

"Doctor, please help my father, help him!"

Director Gong held the person: "don't worry, we will try our best to save people. Sign first. The patient can't wait."

"OK, I sign, I sign, please, help him."

After the family members signed, the nurse took away the operation consent, and director Gong entered the operating room again.

Now there are several experts in the operating room. Director Gong is in charge of the knife, and the others are nearby as assistants. Jiang Tingxu and Guan Xiaodong stood by and waited after changing their surgical clothes.

"Timing."

"8:05."

Bai Shiyou was still sober at this time. He stretched out his hand several times and wanted to hold director Gong.

Director Gong naturally found out and held Bai Shiyou's hand:

"What's the matter?"

Bai Shiyou kept opening his mouth to say something, but he couldn't make any sound with his oxygen mask. Director Gong got close and close, and finally knew what Bai Shiyou said.

"Director Gong... I... Don't do... Don't do surgery, just let me... Let me go like this."

Bai Shiyou knows that his body has reached its limit.

If there is a donor, there may be some hope.

But now, I really don't have any hope.

Sometimes, patients really know their physical condition better than their families and doctors.

I really can't hold it!