Chapter 85： weird disease

On the other side, F City Central Hospital.

The man in the surgical gown walked out of the operating room and took off the sterile gloves, revealing his knuckled hands.

Raise your hand and take off your mask.

Fu Shimo nodded slightly to the few people waiting at the door of the operating room with a cold expression.

"Secretary Li, Madam, the mayor's surgery was very successful. Follow-up attention should be paid to rest and diet."

As he said that, he pushed the glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, showing the breath of a gentle scum invisibly.

"Okay...Okay, that's fine." Hearing this, the mayor's wife sighed in relief, her tense nerves relaxed.

She cheered herself up, her eyes full of sincerity, and her voice choked, "President Fu, thank you, thank you so much, if it weren't for you...I...I really don't know about my husband..."

Her husband has always been in good health, but in the past few months, he didn't know what was going on, and he began to weaken inexplicably.

When I came to the hospital for examination, I found out that it was a malignant tumor growing in my brain.

The tumor grows near the nerve and keeps squeezing the nerve, which in the long run will cause mental decline.

They looked for many famous doctors back and forth, but they were all rejected without exception.

The operation was too risky and difficult, and her husband had a special status, so no one dared to take over the operation for a while.

"Madam, Dean Fu's medical treatment is unparalleled, and the mayor will definitely recover this time."

Secretary Li was carrying the briefcase, and his face was also stained with a little joy. The heavy burden on his shoulders these days can be considered a lot easier.

The driver Xiao Wang also persuaded, "Yes, Secretary Li is right. Madam, don't worry, you have to stabilize your body."

Dean Fu really deserves to be a genius in the medical field, and it doesn't matter to him any difficult illnesses.

"Ma'am, you can visit him after the mayor is transferred to the general ward in a while."

"Okay, thank you, thank you..."

After Fu Shimo finished speaking, he walked towards the lounge temporarily vacated for him by the hospital.

He changed out of the surgical gown and put on casual clothes. As soon as he came out, he saw Secretary Li standing at the door with a worried expression, "President Fu, go and see, the mayor's situation is not good again."

Hearing this, Fu Shimo's brows and eyes were wrapped in coldness, his long legs were straddling, and he walked towards the ward of the inpatient department.

In the ward, the middle-aged man's forehead was covered with layers of sweat, his face was painful, his face was hideous, and he wanted to die.

The mayor's wife's eyes were filled with fog, and she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, "How...how could this be..."

She was at a loss as to what to do to ease her husband's pain.

"boom--"

The door to the ward was pushed open.

Fu Shimo paced in.

"President Fu, come and see."

The mayor's wife was pale, and her broken mood stabilized a little, as if she had found the backbone.

"Well." Fu Shimo walked to the bedside.

In an instant, the mayor, who was still in agony, seemed to grab a life-saving straw, and his hideous face gradually calmed down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This this……"

Rao Shi kept following the mayor, and the well-informed Secretary Li was also dumbfounded.

Fu Shimo frowned, he looked at the mayor's situation, checked again, and confirmed that it was not a surgical error.

He turned around and walked out of the ward, and as soon as he walked out, he heard anxious shouts from the ward.

When he returned to the ward, the mayor's condition slowly recovered.

"President Fu..."

The tears in the mayor's wife couldn't hold back any longer, and they fell one by one.