[Bottle Evil Doujin] Generation Gap

What you are attached to is gone/You have asked yourself countless times/What you want to give up/It’s all here in front of you/Detachment and pursuit are often mixed together You don’t always hug you/And what I want to say/No one can No pity/to squander and cherish is the same thing what I have why not/why/what an honor/before you have to find us/before we have nothing at least you can say/I know the loneliest to live

All I have is luck

all i lost was life

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I took off the earphones tiredly, and put it aside casually. I listened to the music to calm down my mood, but I didn’t expect my mood to get worse after listening to it. I raised my hand and pressed the beeper to call the flight attendant, and asked her: " How long will it take to arrive in Hong Kong?"

The stewardess was a little surprised, but she still squatted down and said softly: "Hello, sir, our flight has just taken off for 5 minutes, and it will take about two hours to arrive in Hong Kong. Your complexion is not very good, and I need to pour you a glass." Is the hot water coming?"

I have never been very good at time control. I didn’t expect it to be so exaggerated this time. I rubbed my temples and asked the stewardess to pour me a glass of ice water. I needed to calm my mind. After a moment of hesitation, she brought me a glass of hot water. A glass of ice water, let me choose freely, and said that if I feel unwell, there are medicines on the plane, please ask her to bring them if necessary.

The plane was a first-class cabin that Zhang Haike temporarily arranged for me. Zhang Haike let me fly first, saying that he would arrive later, probably because he was afraid that I would get agitated and kill him in the cabin. He only said that when I arrived, someone would pick me up and go to the hospital.I was so anxious that I remembered that I didn't call Fatty after the plane took off, so I could only arrange other things after landing.

When people get excited, they tend to lose their minds. The plane was at one o'clock in the middle of the night. I sat in the waiting room for a few hours in a daze, and then got on the plane in a daze. I thought a lot but seemed to think nothing. Shocked, like sleepwalking back to God, the mind gradually sobered up.

Wu Xie, Wu Xie, you have to calm down, I patted my face hard, let my short-circuited brain work again, and started to recall the conversations I had with Zhang Haike, trying to find the parts I missed at the time.

Zhang Haike added a lot of deliberate parts in the dialogue, and I often use this method. For example, if he said something yesterday, he would have told me immediately. I admit that I was shocked when I heard this sentence, but I also It was just for a moment, I knew he was not going to tell me in advance, since the beginning he kept looking at his watch, trying to pinpoint the time.Taking a step back, even if I knew in advance, they must have been fully prepared to deal with it. The Zhang family has such a bad personality. They will not let anyone ruin this operation, and they will give you a fake hope.

I have dealt with a lot of emergencies, and being caught off guard has become my normal state of dealing with incidents, but this time is different from all the previous things, which made me feel powerless from the bottom of my heart, and then evolved into a kind of panic.

Poker bottle is a very capable person. In the past, I was only worried about where he went. There is no need to be afraid, because he goes to the fields he is good at, and he has a hundred ways to go. In response to any unexpected situation, fate is firmly in his own hands.But this time he was going for an operation, and everything was unknown, which meant that he completely handed himself over to a strange doctor and let the cold scalpel decide his future fate.

Damn it, you dare to tell me that you will definitely come back, I really don't know where the confidence comes from.

The plane turned on the heater, but my body couldn’t warm up. I really realized the impact of changing seasons when I got older. I started to have a headache after holding the ice water in my hand for a while. I couldn’t help but appreciate the thoughtfulness of the flight attendant.

I couldn't wait for the ice water to become warm and the hot water to cool down, so I poured half of them into the empty cup, and took a sip in a hurry. Because I didn't stir it well, some of the water in my mouth was icy and some were hot. Man, the water glass became warm after being warmed in my hand for a while, and the next second lukewarm mouthful was disgusting.

The stuffy oil bottle is like this cup of warm water. It looks lukewarm and very suitable, but in fact, half of it is cold and the other is hot. They each occupy half of his body. If you try to hug him, you will either be scalded to death or frozen to death. Hang your appetite to death, in short, there is no good ending.

Just after drinking the water, the stewardess came over again just now, and she brought a cup of coffee and a dessert, and put a blanket on my lap: "Sir, hello, sorry to bother you, this flight is for The midnight snack you delivered, and this one is a folder that someone asked me to bring to you before you boarded the plane. He said that all the details you want to know are here, and you can read them slowly on the plane."

The file folder was a thick stack, with photos and text, I read through the key points and wrote them down in my notebook.

This folder should have been brought to me by Zhang Haike, the stewardess. It is filled with the details of Poker-Face’s operation and their research documents on Zhang’s family’s genetic abnormalities. It should not have been written by Zhang Haike.

Zhang Haike's messy narration didn't explain one tenth of the matter clearly. After reading these documents, I really understood why Pokerfing took such a big risk to perform such a dangerous operation.

Poker-Face once told me that he can’t always remember new things. Except for the training he received as a child and some remaining fragments of life, other things will always be forgotten very quickly. If he wants to remember anything, it is It takes a hundred times or even a thousand times more effort than ordinary people.

According to my own understanding, if I use a computer as an analogy, then the "instinct" brought out of the womb is the computer system. The family's training and common sense of life are the system software stored on the C drive to ensure the basic functions of the computer. Running, the only difference is that irrelevant life memories will be automatically judged as Trojan horse viruses invaded by outsiders. If these memories are stored in the computer, it will occupy the space of the original system, so the anti-virus software will run and overbearingly kill these viruses. Destroyed, only some disk fragments remain.

Every time Pokerfing forcefully memorizes, he is fighting against the anti-virus software. His willpower is too strong. If he is really successful, it will inevitably cause the collapse of the computer system. The virus spreads throughout the body like cancer cells. It will become an empty shell, and no one knows what the stuffy oil bottle will become in the end.

Either he won't remember me in his life, or every new memory will aggravate his disease, how sad, I don't care about him forgetting me anymore, but even making him think of me again has become a luxury .

Leaving aside the memory part, his instincts are also very tricky. Even in the Zhang family, Pokerfing's blood is very rare. This kind of blood makes his genetics even more serious, just like the salmon that migrate back to the birthplace every year. Like a ground egg, even though it is no longer needed, he will still receive those "instincts" that instruct him to continue doing those things when there is no point.

This is also a serious problem facing the modern Zhang family. These instincts are controlling them, and they will even continue to control their next generation. The next generation, they hope to find a way to keep the good - longevity, while solving the bad - instinct And amnesia, no one does not want to have absolute freedom. With this kind of thinking, the family that exists in name only has long been left behind.

This research began as early as the 70s. They confirmed the feasibility of the operation through a large number of animal experiments and studies on dead people, but no living person was willing to be the first experimenter, and the research fell into a bottleneck until the stuffy oil bottle. After coming out of the bronze door, he took the initiative to contact them.

It was also written very clearly in the document on how to perform the operation, but I didn’t know anything about it, and I couldn’t understand the details. I only noticed the doctor’s assessment of the risks of the operation, and the success rate was only [-]%.

I don't know what Poker-Face was thinking when he decided to have this operation, and I don't know if the Zhang family is behind it. I put the folder aside and asked the flight attendant for another cup of hot water. The song is still looping, like a terrible spell lingering on me, I look out the window, the ground is brightly lit, Hong Kong has arrived.

——All I have is luck, and all I have lost is life, but now, not only have I lost my life, I have almost lost even my luck.

As soon as I landed, I called Fatty and asked him to come to Hong Kong immediately. I didn’t have time to explain anything to him. I just said that Pokerfing was going to have a craniotomy. If Heixia was still in Hangzhou, I would bring him here. hands on.The fat man exploded when he heard it, and he wanted to settle the score with Zhang Haike. I told him not to be impulsive, and he will talk about other things when he arrives in Hong Kong.

The girl who came to pick me up spoke crappy Mandarin. Her driving skills were much better than Mandarin. When I kicked the accelerator, I felt like I was sitting in a dryer. When I reached the destination, I felt my intestines were safe. The belt is broken.

Judging from the scale of the hospital, the overseas Zhang family has developed quite well, and it is considered a success to switch from a training institution to become a doctor. Their hospital occupies a large area, and the letter of six characters - Hong Kong Baoren Hospital I was surprised, I thought they would set up Zhang's Hospital or Bronze Hospital or something like that.

The girl didn't take me through the main entrance of the hospital. A drift threw me into a side door. The side door was small, but the door was heavily guarded. No one came in or out except us. I guess they divided the hospital into two parts. To receive ordinary patients, part of it is used as a research institution.

There is only one building in the entire backyard, with a signboard of the inpatient department hanging. There are three inspection procedures when entering the door. The girl swiped her face and fingerprints before she was able to move on. I followed behind the girl, silently calculating the area and route here, After walking for about 10 minutes, the girl stopped and casually pointed to a doorway: "Here it is. There is a lounge above. You can go up and rest. There is a phone inside. Someone will call you after the operation."

The operating room here is completely different from what I have seen before. Not only are there no chairs for family members to rest, but the large iron door of the operating room is also repaired the same as the protective isolation door of the CT room, reminding that the red light during the operation is constantly on. flickering.

Counting that Poker Bottle has been in for more than five hours, my heart sank and I didn't have the mind to rest at all, so I told me to wait at the door, and the girl curled her lips: "It's up to you."

It was only after the sound of the high-heeled shoes clicking away that I noticed that the place was terribly quiet. The medical staff seemed to be inside the door, and I stood outside the door alone, isolated from the world.

I found a corner that didn't look too hard, leaned against the wall and stared at the flashing red light, subconsciously counting how many times it flashed.It's very boring, and the quiet environment without any noise really calms my mind. When I am calm, I will think more, which has advantages and disadvantages.

Waiting for Poker Bottle is by far the most handy part of getting along with him. Whether it is him running away without saying a word in the cemetery, or guarding some bronze door for no reason, or wanting to ask him something, I can It seemed that all he had to do was wait for him to appear again.

The waiting I am talking about is a very abstract concept, not only limited to actions, but also to the heart.Sometimes I can feel that loneliness of waiting even when he is by my side.There is always this kind of person, he is standing in the crowd in a busy city, you look at him, he looks at you, and he is the only one.

Just like what Pokerfing said, there are certain things that only the Zhang family can do, and only people like him can do it, regardless of trust or ability.I was always afraid that he would get sick like this. Later I found that this kind of worry was meaningless. He lived like a stone. He knew what he had to face and what he had to do. The only person who would get sick was Use worldly eyes to try to figure out his me.

I will always be passive in the face of Boyouping. He always has his own reasons for doing things. The most damning thing is that you can’t blame him. The more you know him, the more you can appreciate the desolation that comes with him, and the more helpless you are , There are almost no normal parts of his life, so how can he bear to blame him for not handling these things well.

I thought I could understand him, because after going through these ten years, I realized that some things really can’t be said, and no one can help you, only you from the beginning to the end, that kind of feeling only needs to be experienced once will never forget.

But no, it may be understandable intellectually, but absolutely unforgivable emotionally, I swear that if he dares to come to me again, I will definitely let go, no matter whether he is dead or alive.

The premise is that he can come out of it. I sighed and touched my trouser pocket. There were cigarettes in it but no lighter. It was confiscated before boarding the plane. Is there anything more tragic than having cigarettes but no fire?I shook the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and put it in my mouth. The phone in my pocket kept vibrating, and I took it out to check more than 20 missed calls and more than 30 text messages.

Ten of the calls were from Wang Meng, thirteen were from Xiaohua, one was from my father, and two were black blind men. They sent me text messages after they found out that they couldn’t get through. Wang Meng and Xiaohua were looking for me for the same purpose. , A little problem on the road, black blind people don't need to think about it, it's a reminder payment, I'm not in the mood to deal with these, I forked it without even looking at it.

My dad sent me three text messages after he found out that I didn't answer the phone. The first one wished me a happy birthday, said that I bought very fresh fish, and asked me if I would bring a bottle of oil home for dinner. Well, if you come, put it in the pot and wait for us to come. He said that the third fish has been put in the refrigerator. If I can come tomorrow, I will take it out and eat it hot. It will be the same.

My dad doesn't know what I've been through, and he never asks. He knows he can't help me, so he cooks fish at home and waits for me to eat when I go back.I don't know when it started, but he also began to treat me cautiously, afraid of disturbing me, afraid that I would get angry, and he didn't even dare to make too many phone calls.

I edited a text message, saying that Poker-Face and I set off to Hong Kong to play, and we may stay for a few more days, and I will take their old couple out to play when I have time. My dad wakes up at 06:30 every day, and I set the text message to seven in the morning. Click send to save him from worrying about me as soon as he opens his eyes.

After sending the text message, I called Fatty, but the phone was still turned off. I should have boarded the plane, but I don’t know when I will be here.

I desperately need the fat man to stand next to me. Standing alone at the door of the operating room is a terrible thing. Literally, I hope the red light will go out as soon as possible, and I am a little afraid to face the operation pushed out from inside alone. bed.

I almost never waited for anyone outside the operating room, and the few times I could use the operating room, I was mostly lying in it.

I don’t allow people to wait for me outside, and I also don’t wait for others. I always feel that it’s useless to wait outside the operating room. Anyway, the doctor is performing the operation, and standing at the door is still in the way. It’s better to take a good rest. Only after the operation is over. energy to take care of the sick.Now that Boyouping is lying in it, I understand the feelings of those who insist on waiting at the door.

Only when you experience it can you feel it.

Craniotomy is an extremely complicated and cumbersome operation. I wait for someone to come out of the operating room to get something, and then I can ask about the situation inside.As a result, I stood at the door of the operating room until the dawn broke, and I didn't see anyone entering or leaving the operating room, probably because everything was prepared and there was no need to come out.

I didn’t wait for the medical staff, but I finally waited for the fat man. I heard his voice before I saw him. His sonorous footsteps sounded quite tragic in the silent hospital. I saw the fat man walking over aggressively with Zhang Ming in his arms. , Zhang Ming was carried by him like a little chick, almost crying in fright.

Seeing the fat man, my sense of Zhuang Sheng's dream of a butterfly gradually subsided. I didn't expect him to drag Zhang Ming over. Seeing the crying Zhang Ming, my head hurt so much that I couldn't help but rubbed my temples: "You grab him!" What are you doing?" "Hostage!" The fat man threw Zhang Ming on the ground: "No matter what, they can't let them bully you, and take a brat as a hostage. Brother, if there is a fat man who is both good and bad, he will tear down this hospital today!"

I asked him where the black blind man was, and the fat man said don't mention it, a wanted criminal doesn't have a passport, and he can't enter Hong Kong at all, so I asked him to go to Beijing to bring a letter to A Hua, and we have to prepare in advance if we do it.

Sitting on the ground, Zhang Ming felt aggrieved: "I don't know what's going on. Why are you arresting me? I haven't finished my homework. If I can't hand it in, the class teacher will punish me again."

The fat man kicked him: "Shut up, just stay here, and when the little brother comes out, the fat man will let you go back. If there is something wrong with the little brother, the fat man will dismantle you and bury him with him!"

Zhang Ming muttered: "Why do you want me to be buried with the patriarch, I don't know the patriarch well..."

Apart from the sky-defying skills, Zhang Ming is more like an ordinary high school student. I couldn't help but think of Su Wan and Li Cu, who are so much better than Zhang Ming. I couldn't bear to bully him too much, so I said to him: "Okay, It’s not hard for you, go and buy me cigarettes and lighters, buy more and send them over.”

Zhang Ming reached out to ask me for money to buy cigarettes, and I only brought RMB. I told him to ask the dean for money, and he nodded and went. Sure enough, this kid knew the dean.

The fat man looked around: "What kind of hospital is this? You're so stingy, you didn't even give me a stool, so you just stood here all night?"

I nodded, moved my feet, and felt that the socks had been connected to the wound on my feet. When I moved, I felt a sharp pain. I grinned and said, "My brother has been in it for more than ten hours."

Fatty imitated me and leaned against the wall: "No, I still haven't figured out what's wrong, what's wrong with my little brother, why did you come to this place to give someone a prescription?"

I explained the whole story to Fatty in a language that Fatty could understand. When I heard that the operation success rate was only [-]%, Fatty didn’t speak for a long time. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to me. I said, “No fire.” .”

The fat man scratched his stomach, took out two matches from the waistband of his trousers, stabbed them against the wall, and handed them to me, "Spark some, refresh yourself."

I lit a cigarette but didn't smoke it. Seeing the ashes falling on the white floor, I suddenly asked, "Fatty, what if my little brother dies?"

I swear I really didn't think about this question at all, and I don't know why such a question was suddenly asked, and it popped up after a bald mouth, as if I just asked the fat man what he had for lunch.

The fat man's reaction was more intense. He immediately took a mouthful, spat a big mouthful of foam on the ground, put his palms together while stepping on it, and said, "Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah! You can forgive me, my brother has no brains." You can’t speak, so don’t take it to your heart when you hear it! We take it back! We take it back! Bah, bah, bah, naive, you too! Hurry up, bah!”

I couldn't hold him back, so I pissed him twice. In the hospital, the fat man and I spat and stamped our feet superstitiously. Never let go.

I said, "We don't usually worship these things. Is it useful to hold Buddha's feet temporarily now?"

The fat man said disdainfully: "I didn't expect them to be useful. Don't you want to talk about something all the time? When everyone talks about them, the fat man also talks about them. Otherwise, what's the matter? Go in and kowtow to the doctor?"

What he said was so reasonable, I was speechless, and when the fat man finished talking, I said again: "You said what if the little brother died?"

The fat man looked at me with a face full of hatred. He begged his father to sue his grandma just now, and he just yelled at me. I didn't expect that my ghost would linger, and I also looked at him innocently. The fat man was tortured by me. Losing his temper, he lit a cigarette for himself and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know, I haven't thought about it."

I said, "I haven't thought about it either."

"Then you ask a dick."

"Just asking about your dick, can't you?"

"Come on." The fat man dusted off the cigarette ash, and gave me an elbow: "Don't think about it, who is our little brother, Lord Yama will accept him early, and it won't be his turn. If you are free, you Why don't you think about how to deal with this gang of grandchildren when the little brother comes out? Damn, these grandsons have cheated us once or twice. People also calculate, what the hell."

"It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. Wait until the little brother comes out, and it may not be out."

The fat man said: "Innocent, you are such a bad mouth, can't you say something nice? If you don't understand, you don't understand? The more you are afraid, the more you talk, pretending that you are open-minded, but in fact you care about it so much that you keep talking about it. . Seriously, are you mad at my little brother?"

I shook my head: "I can't get angry, I've been angry for so many years, I'm so tired."

The fat man patted me on the shoulder and leaned most of his body on me, almost crushing me: "Brother, we don't know what kind of character he is. He's just like this. Don't think too much about it. How about a couple living together?" For those who don't quarrel, the more noisy the better."

I raised my arm to show that I knew, and told him not to press me down. After a while, my little brother came out and I had to go in. I am really not the 20-year-old me at that time. I had a splitting headache, I saw double images of fat people, and my temples throbbed, as if someone was hitting me on the head continuously.

The fat man was quiet for 5 minutes, kicked cigarette butts for a long time without interest, and then asked me: "Why did you come here all night? Why is there no sound at all in this bloody place?"

I thought I could look at the light when I was bored and count how many times it flashed, so the fat man and I leaned against the wall and stared at the red light flashing together. The white wall next to us was turning green, and the fat man slapped his thigh suddenly. : "Hey, naive, do you think it looks like you are in Changbai Mountain now? We are waiting outside, and the little brother is inside. I don't know when he will come out. Just wait and wait. Do you think there is something on the opposite side of their Zhang family?" obsession?"

"You know what I think?"

"how?"

"I feel like I'm waiting for a ship at the airport. It's a long way off. I won't be able to wait in this lifetime." I rubbed my hands together, looking at the burnt yellow color between my index and middle fingers. This is the trace left by long-term smoking of low-quality cigarettes. A color that seeps into the skin and can never be washed off.

The fat man was silent for a while: "Wait for the boat, you go to the pier, why are you waiting at the airport? Besides, isn't this a hospital? What are you waiting for the boat for?"

"..."

"..."

I was wrong, I should have understood a long time ago, never be hypocritical with fat people, because there is no way to be hypocritical.

The fat man brought a total of four packs of cigarettes, because there were only two matches, and we were afraid that the only kindling would go out, so we had to smoke one after another until the last cigarette was smoked, but Zhang Ming hadn't come back yet. The kid absconded in fear of guilt, blaming me for being soft-hearted. He managed to catch a hostage and let him go. The red light that was constantly flashing regularly stopped suddenly, and then went out. I stood up straight in a jerk.

The fat man also got excited, pulled up his sleeves, wiped his face and rubbed his eyes: "Brother is coming out?"

We thought we would see the operating bed first, but we didn't expect the nurses to come out first. I was a little disappointed, and I thought that there was not enough gauze and they came out to get gauze?The operation is not over yet?

The little nurses frowned as soon as they smelled the smoke in the room, and their disgusted expressions became more obvious when they saw the cigarette butts and ashes under our feet. Where is the person? Zhang Qiling? Do you understand? Where is your patriarch? Where is the patient? Talk to you! Fatty is dying of anxiety!"

The little nurse was dumbfounded by the fat man's question, and kept pushing him aside, saying, "Sir, please let me go, why don't you want to live on the operating bed, please?"

The little nurse spoke Cantonese, which the fat man couldn't understand at all, and neither could I. She probably guessed that the oil bottle was about to come out and thought we were in the way, so she hurriedly dragged the fat man aside.Because the line of sight was blocked, we could only see five or six people walking towards the operating table from a distance. I breathed a sigh of relief.

After waiting for almost a whole day, the man finally came out. I only had time to see his head wrapped in thick gauze, and I didn’t see his face clearly. A circle of little nurses stopped me and the fat man from approaching the operating bed, and one of them was almost in my ear and shouted: "Sir, please go to the fruit side and wait, okay? How can you bother me?" To the patient!"

The little girl doesn't have much strength, but the embarrassing thing is that they all stick to each other, and as soon as they reach out, they touch their awkward positions. After finally pushing one away, the other rushes up. The fat man and I watched helplessly. The operating table disappeared at the end of the corridor.

I stood in this damn place all night, and no one told me anything, so I just let me wait, okay, let's say they don't have enough manpower.But I'm also his family member anyway, so it's fine if he doesn't let us get close when he comes out, so we have to say something, right?You have to tell me whether the operation was successful or not, right?What the hell does it mean to exclude me directly?

I pissed off the little nurse and shouted, "Get out of here! If you don't get out again, I'll do it. Believe it or not? Where's your doctor? Call out the attending doctor! Is there anyone responsible? Call out!"

I haven't slept much in the past few days, and I am exhausted to the extreme. After yelling at the little nurse for nothing, I suddenly fainted. The fat man over there has already pushed two of them down, and rushed into the operating room aggressively, and there was a commotion all at once. group.

"Wu Sheng, Wu Sheng! Please don't get excited!" A male doctor hurried over with only half of his surgical gown off, speaking in awkward Cantonese, and even said and gestured: "I, Mr. Zhang The attending physician, my name is Zhang Xuehuang, you can ask me all about Mr. Zhang! Don’t embarrass the nurse, okay? Please calm down and let’s go to my office and talk slowly. Mr. Zhang’s operation was a success, so you don’t have to worry! "

As a traditionally closed family, the Zhang family is engaged in such a dangerous occupation. It is impossible to find a doctor casually outside, so there has always been a bloodline dedicated to medical skills. They can be exempted from family training and only study medical skills wholeheartedly. So far there is no one left.

It is said that their branch has always had doubts about the special physique of the Zhang family, but at the time, such remarks were so outrageous that no one dared to speak out. In addition, medicine was not yet developed at that time, so they could only think secretly.

In modern times, more and more Zhang family members are no longer willing to be controlled by traditional bloodlines. They are finally able to study this proposition openly. They are mainly responsible for a pair of twins. The elder brother is Zhang Xuehui and the younger brother is Zhang Xuehuang.Because the younger brother's medical skills are more exquisite, although Zhang Xuehui was the one who went to Hangzhou to do the physical examination for Poker Face, it was Zhang Xuehuang who performed the surgery.

Zhang Xuehuang looked like a bookworm obsessed with studying medical skills. He looked about 30 years old, and his real age was unverifiable. He enthusiastically led Fatty and me to his office, explained to us the current situation of Boyoufeng in detail, and also gave me I didn't agree to show the operation video with Fatty. I wanted to know more about Poker, but I'm not interested in watching his brain.

It’s terrible for Hong Kong people to speak Mandarin without subtitles. Zhang Xuehuang’s intoxicating Cantonese made me dizzy. He couldn’t stop when he opened his mouth. What.

"Wait a minute! Stop arguing, the fat man didn't understand what you were talking about, so just tell me, is my brother safe now? Are you all right?"

Zhang Xuehuang said: "Mr. Wang, you still don't understand. Let me tell you again. This operation is successful so far, but I am a doctor, and the doctor must be rigorous, so I can't say that Mr. Zhang has already done it." It’s okay or safe, he hasn’t gone through the 48-hour dangerous period, what happens during this period is unpredictable, I can only say that the operation was successful, but the consequences are unpredictable, do you understand?”

"That means the operation hasn't been successful yet? Brother, is he still in danger?"

"No, at present, the operation is still successful, but the specific situation can only be determined after the patient wakes up. You know that craniotomy has some sequelae, such as joint adhesion, aphasia, and blindness. Dementia, at worst, maybe unable to wake up and become a vegetative person. This is all possible. Of course, I am not rigorous at this time. As a doctor with professional ethics, I can only talk about it now. ..."

"Stop!" I stretched out my hand and made a stop motion, I couldn't help rubbing my temples: "Stop pushing, take me to see Zhang Qiling, now, immediately, if you say one more word, I'll blow your head off! "