At this moment, he was pushed in by a surgical cart, his face was extremely calm.
The two men left in panic. Zhao Ya came over and looked at her grandfather worriedly.
"You should go out too. Birth, aging, sickness and death are human nature. If the operation fails, don't embarrass anyone." Zhao Wuji remained calm.
"Grandpa, I'm really worried." Zhao Ya said with tears.
"Little sister, without my consent, the old man cannot die." Wang Gensheng laughed instead.
"Do you really have this ability?" Zhao Ya was amused by Wang Gensheng and couldn't help but ask.
"Want to make a bet with you?" Wang Gensheng always smiled.
"What kind of bet?" Zhao Ya was stunned.
"If the operation fails, I will let you handle it." Wang Gensheng said confidently.
"Then you succeeded!" Zhao Ya asked softly.
"Just kiss me." Wang Gensheng said with a smile.
Is this also called a bet?
Zhao Ya's face suddenly turned red. If this was the case, it would have been a big advantage. Besides, the Wang Gensheng in front of her was indeed a bit bad, but he was really handsome.
Zhao Ya hugged her grandfather gently and exited the operating room.
The door closed and bright lights came on in the operating room.
Zhao Wuji lay quietly on the operating table, feeling extremely calm.
"How much anesthetic does Doctor Wang need?" Ye Changming asked softly.
"I don't need anesthesia for surgery, especially brain surgery. Using anesthesia will cause sequelae to the patient." Wang Gensheng said calmly.
"But, won't the patient feel any pain?" A doctor asked with a surprised look on his face.
"Does it hurt?" Wang Gensheng laughed.
There are several more silver needles in my hand.
I saw Wang Gensheng's hand pricking down, and Zhao Wuji's eyes slowly closed. To be precise, Zhao Wuji fell asleep.
A surgical assistant stood behind Wang Gensheng, assisting Wang Gensheng and Zhao Wuji in their operations at any time.
Wang Gensheng looked at the surgical instruments in the surgical tray and couldn't help laughing: "If I also use a scalpel, wouldn't it be no different from you?"
"..."
Everyone was stunned.
Apart from being a talker, does the young man in front of me really know how to perform surgery?
Wang Gensheng closed the curtains around the operating table. At this moment, only he and Ye Changming were left beside the operating table.
"Doctor Wang, human life is at stake, nothing can be done carelessly." Ye Changming looked at Wang Gensheng, feeling very nervous.
"Dean Ye, have you ever heard of retrieving objects from the air?" Wang Gensheng smiled.
"Fetching objects from the air?" Ye Changming was stunned. Not only had he heard of it, but he had also seen it.
As long as it is a large-scale magic show, there will be performances similar to teleportation.
Wang Gensheng nodded slightly and smiled faintly: "Yes, it's just about picking things up from the air. Just keep an eye on it."
While talking, Wang Gensheng pressed Zhao Wuji's head with both hands, as if massaging or massaging, but he closed his eyes as if falling asleep.
Ye Changming looked at Wang Gensheng without blinking, and the muscles on Wang Gensheng's face trembled slightly.
The hands are even shaking...
After a long while, Wang Gensheng opened his eyes and looked happy.
He moved Zhao Wuji's head away with both hands and opened them at the same time.
I saw a red fragment in the palm of Wang Gensheng's left hand. To be precise, it was a piece of broken shrapnel.
Oh my gosh!
How was this taken out?
Ye Changming had previously observed the CT images of Zhao Wuji's head, and he had already memorized the shape and outline of this fragment.
"Dr. Wang, was the operation successful?" Ye Changming's lips moved slightly, and his heart was pounding.
"Dean Ye, there is no such thing as failure in my hands." Wang Gensheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with a piece of medical gauze and said with a smile.
The curtains around were opened, and the doctors and nurses around looked at the fragment on the plate, and they were all astonished.
Under the surprised gazes of everyone, Wang Gensheng performed another set of acupuncture with Zhao Wuji. When he removed the last silver needle, Zhao Wuji opened his eyes.
Looking at everyone, he was equally surprised.
He didn't feel any discomfort or pain, as if he had just slept.
But when he woke up, he felt more relaxed. The dull and faint pain in his head was gone, and there was just one word, cool.
"Dean Ye, when will my surgery start?" Zhao Wuji touched his head and asked softly.
"Old man, your operation has been completed and it was successful." Ye Changming brought the plate in front of Zhao Wuji and let Zhao Wuji see it for himself.
Zhao Wuji looked at the piece of shrapnel, as if he had returned to a raging battlefield.
There were constant gunshots and artillery fire in my ears: "In that battle, I was the only one left in our sharp knife company, and all the other brothers died."
"Old man, without the sacrifices of your older generation, there would be no prosperity today. You are the role models of our generation." Wang Gensheng said with a smile.
Looking at Wang Gensheng, Zhao Wuji looked extremely excited: "Little brother, have you really cured my disease?"
"Old man, why should I coax you? A great hero like you should live a good life." Wang Gensheng smiled humbly.
"Oh, how wonderful it would be if my old comrades were still alive!" As he spoke, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but burst into tears.
The door to the operating room opened. Nearly three hours had passed, and people outside had no idea what had happened during these three hours.
Until Zhao Wuji was pushed out from inside, his face was peaceful and calm, and he couldn't help crying with joy.
Two men in suits with guns tried to break into the operating room several times, but Zhao Ya stopped them.
Grandpa told him that no matter whether the operation was successful or not, she should not be impulsive and accept the reality calmly.
Looking at Wang Gensheng, Zhao Ya didn't believe it.
She also knew that there was shrapnel in Grandpa's head.
But I didn't see any scars on my grandfather's head, not even gauze wrapped around it. Could this be a craniotomy, or no surgery at all?
"What, don't you believe in my medical skills?" Wang Gensheng smiled, still with that evil smile.
"I can only believe one-tenth of your words. I'd better ask my grandfather." Zhao Ya walked to the side of the operating cart and looked at her grandfather seriously.
"Xiaoya, Wang Gensheng is right, he took out the shrapnel in my brain." Zhao Wuji said calmly.
"..."
Zhao Ya's eyes widened in shock. Such a difficult operation was actually completed like this. Could it be that she was really playing magic?
"Little sister, don't forget, we made a bet." Looking at Zhao Ya, Wang Gensheng smiled mischievously.
"You!" Zhao Ya was speechless again.
"As a human being, you must be honest." Zhao Wuji said softly.