Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

I went to the cafeteria and ordered my favorite mercury balls, roasted eggplant, braised roasted buns, and two bowls of rice. I sat aside and talked about the changes in Beijing, telling him everything I knew bit by bit.

"Weiwei got married and divorced and now she lives with her baby. Your brother and the others don't need to be told. Zhou Yuanqing, can we just make do with each other?"

He used chopsticks to pick up the last meatball and recited the following sentence in a low voice, fearing that Su Siyan would jump out from somewhere.

"Your little follower isn't following you anymore? Is he mad?"

"How could she be mad? She's been shouting about being with someone else these past few days. Why would she follow me?" He was not interested.

"Tsk, Xiao Youyu said you're stupid, but you're really not smart. If you don't treat me well, your wife will run away. You'll be a single dog like that guy. I'm done eating, so enjoy."

Sitting there thinking, he suddenly got an idea. This guy who has been following him all this time has a crush on him? Why didn't he say so earlier?!

I was riding a bicycle back to the compound in the evening. As soon as I got off the bike, a figure appeared in the corner. I subconsciously tensed up a little. Damn it.

"Qingqing," half of his face was exposed, he lowered his head slightly, holding a medical book he had collected, "I,"

"You're so good, right? Why are you coming out now?" If he dared to say that he broke off the engagement, he would be a hero. Why was he dragging it out? Angry!

"I'm here all the time? I even went to see you secretly," but I didn't show up in person. I was just peeking at you, which was a bit not good.

"Tsk," he quickly moved closer, "Does it hurt?"

Inferiority complex? Or syndrome? I touched the chapped face after the burn with my fingertips. The skin is so ugly. It can't be restored these days. It really depends on the face.

"It doesn't hurt, as long as you don't mind," he said, using a self-torture tactic. "I haven't been out for a long time, and I'll scare the kids to tears."

"I remember there were burns in the ancient books. Although it can't be restored to its original state, it is much better than it is now. Can you wait for a while?"

"It doesn't matter if you can't get better. You and Xiao Youyu had dinner together today, but you didn't spend time with me," he said with a hint of sourness.

"Xiao Youyu has a little follower, why are you jealous?"

"Hmph, am I the only one who is ugly and can't be taken out?" He was just ugly at that time, and Xiao Youyu was not even half as pretty as him.

"It's not ugly, it's just that the burns are serious. Let's go back, Grandpa Su is still waiting." The lights could be seen brightly from a distance.

"Then come and see me tomorrow," he said with his face turned sideways, his eyebrows lowered, a look of triumph in his eyes. He was still a patient.

"Okay," he replied lazily, "come back soon."

When we returned to the two-story building allocated to the Su family, Grandpa Su was lying in a rocking chair with a little boy sitting next to him.

"Si Yan, you're back. When are you and Yuan Qing going to get the marriage certificate?" She opened her eyes and asked softly, patting the young boy's head.

It had been a long time since I heard Su Siyan speak, so Grandpa Su's tone became serious. What's wrong with being ugly? Being ugly doesn't affect having a baby? !

"I'm not saying anything, but you can't let Yuan Qing down. It was Yuan Qing who prescribed the medicine and gave us the most meticulous acupuncture during those winters in Lijia Village. Otherwise, how could we old folks survive to this day?"

"Quilts in winter and herbal tea in summer, if she hadn't stopped me, I would have paraded her through the streets and thrown stones. A grown man should be responsible. What's wrong with not looking good? As long as you have a good heart and treat her well, that's all."

"I'll go talk to Lao Zhou about your business some other day."

Su Siyan responded with a low sound, turned around and went upstairs, took off his clothes, and the skin under his clothes was covered with scars. There was not a single piece of healthy flesh. How could he marry her?

Upstairs in the Zhou family's building, Jiuli sat in front of the window, shaking the freshly prepared recovery potion in his hand, mixing it into a delicate porcelain bottle, yawned and went to bed.

I was woken up by a phone call from the dean in the middle of the night. My shirt was not ironed, and I arrived downstairs with my face wrinkled and my short hair messy.

"what happened again?"

"Get in the car. We need to pick up a few other attending physicians."

There were already two people sitting nearby in the car, also with messy hair and wrinkled clothes, who climbed onto the passenger seat and fell asleep.

In the emergency room, Mr. Jiang was holding the latest information in his hand. He did not forget his job even when lying on the hospital bed. No one could disturb him. His pale face could only silently explain their patient numbers.

"There is a bullet in Mr. Jiang's head. It was not discovered before, but now it is dislocated and often causes headaches. All the doctors here can perform a craniotomy. Here is the physical report, please take turns to read it."

Jiuli, who was standing in the emergency room, was the youngest one, but had the most experience and ability. She was also the one who read the report last. Several people looked at each other and agreed that this operation could not be performed!

"Mr. Jiang is old, and this kind of surgery would take at least five hours. Plus, the equipment is outdated, so the risk factor is extremely high."

"I think so too. Infection and recovery during surgery will greatly hinder Mr. Jiang's work. He needs a completely quiet environment to recover, but the country still needs you now."

"It's not just because of this. The country is taking off, and the spies and secret agents have not been completely dealt with. If Mr. Jiang does it, who can suppress those people?"

You and I talked from all angles, and we were trembling in our hearts. They could do it but the risk was too high. Normally, ordinary people would just die, but this was Mr. Jiang.

If it succeeds, you can claim fame, but if you die on the operating table, who will take the responsibility?

"Tell me, given my current situation, how long can I live if I don't have this surgery, and how long can I live if I do have it."

Old Jiang pondered for a moment, thinking that if the operation was successful and the patient could live for three to five years, it would be worth the risk, and he looked at the silent girl.

"If the operation is unsuccessful, it will be out of the brain in three months at most. If the operation is successful, it will take at least five years if you take good care of it and don't worry about it."

"Director Zhou, it's not up to you. Who will do the surgery? Who will be held responsible if something goes wrong? And who will pay for the responsibility?"

"Okay, what are you arguing about? Yuan Qing, if it were you who did it, how successful would you be?" The dean sneered. He had never counted on these people.

"Eighty percent, but you have to listen to me. Mr. Jiang is not in good health to undergo a craniotomy and needs to take supplements."

"Then do as Yuan Qing says," Old Jiang said with a smile, "I will leave my body in your hands."

"In order to confuse the public, I have arranged for people with the same symptoms to stay in the military hospital, and the entire hospital is under martial law," the dean assured, and none of the doctors who came today would be able to go back.

"Yes, the sooner the better. Let's set it in three days. Test Mr. Jiang's blood type and notify him to be admitted to the hospital and be on standby at any time."

"I understand what you said," the dean nodded. He was a former military doctor and basically knew everything. "Let's discuss the details. The operation can only succeed and cannot fail."

The machine of the military hospital was fully put into motion. The first thing that happened was that the area was surrounded by the Beijing-based Military District. Zhou Qianhua personally led a team to patrol various parts of the hospital, not letting in even a mosquito. Then, entry was allowed but exit was not.

The young nurse was busy checking various medicines. There were more than thirty people with the same blood type waiting outside the ward.

As the attending physician, Jiuli has never been short of candy in her hands. She has arranged a team of top assistants, each of whom is capable of standing on his own.

The dean is one of the assistants, and he is afraid that something might go wrong.