Chapter 113

In the hospital, aunt Guli was quickly taken to the operating room.

The female doctor originally proposed to send the fat aunt to her hospital, but the Uyghur old people naturally insisted that "the public hospital is more secure", so they finally went to the people's Hospital of X city.

Not long after the operation began, the doctor suddenly came out of the operating room, saying that the patient's heart rate was abnormal, and it seemed that there were myocardial ischemia symptoms. The operation was dangerous and asked the patient's family whether they would like to continue the operation.

Chen Xiwen had taught the Uygur elderly and Chen Mu popular science all the way. Appendectomy is the most simple small operation, so they are optimistic about the condition of the fat aunt. Now when the doctor says this, they are at a loss. They can't help but turn to the female doctor together.

The female doctor was also in a daze and asked the doctor a few questions. Anyway, they were all slang used by their doctors. Chen Mu and the Uygur elderly couldn't understand. Finally, the female doctor turned to the Uyghur old man and said, "Uncle izmaiti, although the operation is dangerous, it is still within the controllable range. I think it should be finished."

The elderly Uygur didn't know how to treat diseases, but he trusted Chen Xiwen. Hearing Chen Xiwen say so, he immediately agreed and followed the nurse to sign another operation consent.

When the Uygur old man walked away, Chen Mu quietly asked Chen Xiwen, "tell me honestly, how is aunt Guli's operation? What is the success rate? "

Chen Xiwen thought for a moment and said, "at present, aunt Guli's myocardial ischemia symptoms are not serious, the operation should be no problem, for fear of sudden conditions during the operation, it is not easy to control."

Slightly a meal, she added: "the situation can be big or small, but this is a tertiary hospital, I think we should trust their judgment."

So There will still be life-threatening.

Chen Mu frowned and wanted to ask more questions, but seeing the Uygur old man limping back, he could only swallow the question back.

The three men went to the chairs in the waiting room and sat down. Chen Mu went to take a glass of water and handed it to the Uygur old man: "Uncle azimaiti, don't worry. You should drink some water first. Aunt, she should come out soon."

The Uyghur old man took the water, but did not say thank you. Maybe he was too nervous to take care of it.

He looked up at the door of the operating room and whispered a series of Uyghur words, including several words like "blessing" that people could understand.

Chen Mu and Chen Xiwen don't know how to comfort them. They can only sit by quietly and look forward to the good news from the operating room.

After a while, the Uygur old man suddenly said in Chinese: "aziguli and I are not from the same village. I remember when I first saw her, it was the militia of our village who went to her village for training..."

"At that time, aziguli was the most beautiful girl in their village. She could sing. When she sang, her voice was as good as a lark's call. She could dance. When she danced, her body was as beautiful as a peacock The first time I saw her, I fell in love with her... "

"I tried my best to pursue her and make her like me, because I know that she is the most beautiful and best girl in the world..."

"Later, I was lame and didn't dare to see her. Her parents were not willing to marry azguli to me, because I might become a disabled person from now on..."

"Just when I was most desperate, aziguli came to me and told me that she liked my people and my heart. Even though my leg was lame, she still liked me and was willing to marry me..."

"I'm not a good man. I haven't been able to make aziguri live a good life in my life But in my heart, she was still the most beautiful girl in those years... "

Uyghur old people chatter, both like to pour out to others, and like to talk to themselves, probably eager to find a way to relieve the tension in the heart.

Chen Mu and Chen Xiwen listen quietly, their hearts are poked sour and soft.

When the old man finished speaking, Chen Xiwen held back tears and patted the old man's hand to comfort him: "it's OK. Aunt Guli will be OK. You don't have to worry."

Chen Mu held the old man's other hand tightly and said nothing.

Waiting for surgery to be completed is always the hardest time.

An hour later, the operation was finally completed.

The fat aunt was pushed out and the doctor declared the operation successful.

The old Uighur immediately cried with joy and went to the ward with the fat aunt.

Chen Mu and Chen Xiwen breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at each other. They were a little lucky for the survivors.

Chen Mu sat back on the chair and sighed: "this kind of thing as long as you have experienced it once, you don't want to go through it again. It's so worrying."

Chen Xiwen also sat down and whispered, "although I know in my heart that the probability of surgery problems is very low, I still feel nervous. Maybe this is the reason why care is chaotic."

The two men were silent for a moment, breathing slowly.

After a while, Chen Xiwen suddenly began to speak again: "Chen mu, just after listening to the story of Uncle aizimati and aunt Guli, I suddenly feel that there is something I have to tell you clearly."Chen Mu suddenly had a bad feeling, frowned and asked, "what's the matter?"

Chen Xiwen stopped for a moment and suddenly said in a very light voice, "I seem to I like you a little bit

Chen Mu was stunned and turned to look at Chen Xiwen.

Chen Xiwen also turned to meet him bravely with his eyes.

Air.

Stagnation.

"How much is a little bit?"

"Well?"

Chen Mu gently coughed: "how much is it? 30 percent? 40 percent? Or 50 percent? "

“……”

Chen Xiwen has imagined many possibilities, including acceptance, rejection, turning around and running But I never thought that this person's brain hole was so strange that she asked such a strange question, which made her a little confused and didn't know how to respond.

Chen Mu stood up and walked in the direction of the inpatient area.

While walking, he said lazily: "like me and like me are two things, for a normal man, the response is not the same, you think clearly before."

Chen Xiwen was stunned again. The cerebellar melon seeds slowly thought about the difference between "like me" and "like me". When he finally came back to the taste, he couldn't help cursing "the bastard", and the "bastard" had gone far and far.

She frowned and ran after her.

For her --

today, no matter how clear it is.

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