Qin Xue didn't have the guts to object. No matter how powerful she was, could she be more powerful than Mr. Heng? He was a master who could use a smile and a scalpel as murder weapons.
"Okay. Aunt Yin, Zhizhi, I will come see you when I have time. Goodbye, Brother Yin, Lu Ge." She said goodbye to everyone one by one, deliberately ignoring someone.
After walking out of the ward, Qin Xue's mood suddenly dropped, and her expression turned serious: "Master, is her illness serious?"
"It's very serious." Fu Heng put his hands in his pockets and led her to the elevator: "I went to see her medical records before coming here. For this type of congenital heart disease, even if you do surgery, the success rate is only 50%.
The technology for this type of surgery here is not yet mature, and if you do it rashly, you may not even reach 40%."[
"Isn't it okay for Master to do it?" Qin Xue subconsciously regarded Master as an omnipotent doctor, feeling that nothing could do anything to him. He is the Hengye!
Fu Heng was naturally happy to see his apprentice's trust, but he really wanted to pinch his face like a clay figurine because of his apprentice's memory.
"I am a surgeon, my lovely apprentice."
Qin Xue knew something was wrong as soon as she asked. Seeing her master showing a shuddering smile again, she could only flatter him quickly.
"Of course I know that Master is a surgeon, but Master is so powerful and claims to be both internal and external. Why would he take a small internal medicine department seriously, right?"
Fu Heng was delighted, and a chestnut hit her on the head: "Is the purpose of cultivating both internal and external skills here?"
Qin Xue held her head and said: "Master, seriously, is there any way to cure her?"
"Our hospital can be said to be at the forefront of the country in terms of technology, but its success rate is only 40%. What do you think?"
"Master, do you mean that foreign technology is more mature?"
Fu Heng said "Yeah": "Although I don't want to admit it, the United States has more success in this type of cases. After all, their technology and equipment are much more advanced than ours."
"It should be possible if we send Zhizhi to the United States, right?" She gradually had an idea in her mind, an idea that might kill two birds with one stone.
Fu Heng glanced at her: "Girl, why do I think you have something up your sleeve?"
Qin Xue stumbled and almost fell. She just thought that her master had noticed it? Can he read minds?
"No way, Master!" She gritted her teeth and giggled: "I'm worried about my friend. Zhizhi is a good girl, because this disease has delayed the best time in life."
Fu Heng obviously didn't believe it. He raised his eyebrows but didn't ask any more questions: "Given her current situation, if the procedures can be completed, there will be no problem in sending her to the United States. But I think that with their financial strength, they may not be able to afford such a payment."
A large amount of money for surgery." How can someone who doesn't even have money to enter a VIP room afford such a large amount of money?
Of course Qin Xue also thought of this: "As long as you make money, just make it. How long does Master think she can hold on?"
"Judging from what I asked just now, it will only last a few months. If it is later, she may not have the energy to undergo surgery if she is sent to the United States."
"How many months?" Qin Xue held her chin, looked up at the starry sky and murmured to herself. If her plan goes well, maybe she can earn such a large amount of surgery fees in a few months, and let Chengya earn it herself.
!Otherwise, given his character, he would never accept money from others.
"Thank you, Master, you are the best Master!" If Master hadn't come today, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been so smooth to find a better bed. And he asked about her condition as soon as he came, obviously thinking about her.
Where can I find a good master?[
"I will definitely find the best mistress for you in the future!"
Fu Heng's answer was to give her another chestnut...