The two old men looked anxious. They obviously wanted to see their sons as soon as possible and couldn't wait for a long time. However, they still retained some sense. Seeing their daughter-in-law talking, they just stood aside and said nothing, even if they scratched their heads and ears anxiously.

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Seeing her daughter-in-law looking over at her, the old woman quickly said, "Let's go quickly. Please lead the way."

"Old man, let's go this way." Qi Yuan didn't give Xun Mu a chance to speak. He immediately turned around and led the way, and said at the same time: "Don't worry, the doctor said there is no danger and he will wake up soon."

"Thank you, young man." The old gentleman took the words, and after speaking, he hurriedly asked: "I heard that Amu just said that Mingyang may need an operation on his head. Is it true?"

"No, it's nothing." Qi Yuan hurriedly waved his hand: "At first, the doctor found that his head was injured and asked us to be mentally prepared. Later, after various examinations, he found that the blood mass in his brain was relatively small.

If there is no danger, there is no need for surgery, just an injection."

"What about his thumb?" The young man who had been silent spoke up, his voice was suppressed, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were staring straight at Qi Yuan: "My brother's thumb was cut off, can he put it back on?"

"This..." Qi Yuan opened his mouth, then shook his head slightly and said: "I'm afraid not, his severed finger has not been found, so naturally there is no way to reconnect it. The doctor suggested autologous transplantation, using the little finger and ring finger

Or the toes act as thumbs.”

The young man's brows furrowed further, then he made a sound, took out his mobile phone and asked: "How much does the operation cost? It shouldn't be cheap, right? I have to plan, otherwise I will be afraid that I won't be able to get it for a while..."

"Uncle," Sister Xun quickly waved her hand: "No, no, our family still has some continuity, we can..."

"Sister-in-law." He shook his head and said, "My nephew has just entered high school, and it is a time when he is burning money. I don't know how much it will cost him now that he is injured like this. His future income is not guaranteed, so you should keep the money first."

Okay. Just think of the surgery fee as something I borrowed from you, and you can pay it back slowly in the future when you have more money."

Qi Yuan raised his eyebrows, looked at the young man, then at Sister Xun, and finally glanced at Xun Mu secretly.

As expected, those who are close to Zhu are red, and people are divided into groups. Within Xun Mu's circle, everyone is quite reliable.

Then he said softly: "As for Cao Mingyang, he reported a work-related injury. You don't need to worry too much about the medical expenses."

After that, he added: "In addition, he is considered disabled on the job. We will apply for corresponding subsidies for him, so you don't have to worry about finances."

"Oh." The young man nodded, put the phone away, and then asked: "What's going on? How could something happen to him who was so good all of a sudden?"

"We are still investigating, and we are not very clear at the moment." Qi Yuan shook his head and said, "So I need to take up some of your time later to do a basic information investigation. Or you can think about it now, whether Cao Mingyang has offended him.

Someone, or did something that might offend someone."

Seeing the old woman open her mouth, Qi Yuan immediately said: "Don't rush to answer, you guys think about it carefully and we can discuss it later. This clue is very important. Maybe we can identify the perpetrator based on it."

Bring him to justice."

The four of them looked at each other and then nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He diverted the attention of the four of them to think and discuss the people Cao Mingyang might have offended. In addition, they seemed to be quite sane, so they would not think about it.

I was in trouble again and questioned Xun Mu.

The task assigned to him by Su Ping was successfully completed.

The group quickly walked to the inpatient department and then took the stairs to the general surgery ward.

In extraordinary times, the elevator was dangerous, so they didn't dare to walk. The two old people were in their sixties or almost seventy years old, and their legs and feet were not very agile. Sister Xun and the young man each supported one and walked slowly away.

Go up.

Finally arriving at the general surgery ward, Su Ping happened to be waiting here - Qi Yuan sent him a message, and his colleague told him that the task was completed.

Seeing the six people, Su Ping introduced himself, and then said: "Let me tell you the good news first. Cao Mingyang is awake."

Several people were stunned for a moment, then looked surprised.

Su Ping smiled, turned around slowly, and said, "Let me take you there. He should also want to see you."

"Thank you." Sister Xun said.

"You're welcome, sister." Su Ping waved his hand and led the way.

Soon they arrived at the ward where Cao Mingyang was located, and several people walked in slowly.

"Mom, dad, wife, little brother, you are all here." Half of his bed was raised, and now he was sitting leaning on the bed. When he saw a few people coming in, he hurriedly greeted his eldest brother.

Seeing his weak look, the old woman's eyes immediately turned red, and tears circled inside them several times, and finally overflowed one by one and fell straight down.

She took a few steps forward tremblingly, and asked at the same time: "Mingyang... you..."

"Mom," Cao Mingyang smiled and shook his head: "Don't cry, I'm fine. Look, aren't I fine? I'm fine!"

The old gentleman pursed his lips, walked forward, looked at him, and said in a deep voice: "Where's your hand? How's it doing? Let me see."

Cao Mingyang instinctively retracted his hands.

Father Cao immediately opened his quilt, looked at the heavy gauze in his hands, and stiffened slightly. Then he sighed softly, slowly covered him with the quilt, and looked away without saying a word.

When Mother Cao saw this, her tears fell faster, her whole body was shaking, and she asked in a trembling voice: "Does it hurt?"

"I didn't feel anything." Cao Mingyang squeezed out a smile and said, "At that time, I felt my eyes go dark, and then I fainted. When I woke up, I was lying in the hospital. Captain Su was looking at me next to me, and I realized that my thumb...

…The doctor seems to have given me painkillers or local anesthesia, but I don’t feel anything at the moment anyway.”

"..." The ravines on the old mother's face were filled with tears, reflecting the glimmer of crystal light, but she couldn't say a word.

"Officer," Cao's father suddenly looked at Qi Yuan. After pondering for a moment, he lowered his voice and asked, "Do you think my thumb can be transplanted to him?"

"Ah?" Qi Yuan was stunned.

Cao's father added: "I am getting older, and Ming Yang needs these two fingers more than me. I..."

Qi Yuan swallowed, then shook his head: "Old sir, it won't work. Let's not talk about the big age difference between you. Your fingers are already 'old', so the effect of the transplant may not be as good as his autologous transplant.

As for the finger itself, since it does not pose much danger and is of great use to everyone, living donor transplantation is basically not accepted, even if it is an immediate family member.
Chapter completed!