Chapter five hundred and eighty fifth unintentional fault
Immediately, two men rushed over and opened the door of the mobile lifeline.
Then, he accompanied Han Fafa and entered the car.
As soon as he entered, Han Fafa quickly saw Song Sanxi, Lu Tao and others.
They are still sleeping soundly.
In fact, I was too tired and had no sleep all night.
It was around ten o'clock in the morning, a really good time to sleep.
When Han Fafa saw the operating room and the surgical clothes they were wearing, Naoren was almost furious.
"Bad Song Sanxi! You are indeed a bitch, performing surgery on my father behind everyone's back!"
"Are you really capable of taking on this responsibility? Son of a bitch, where's my dad?"
"Get up!!! Speak!!!"
Han Fafa kicked Song Sanxi several times in the leg.
Pointed leather shoes, awesome!
Song Sanxi woke up in pain.
When he opened his eyes, what he saw was Han Fafa's angry face.
He stood up, endured the pain in his leg, and said kindly: "Uncle Third, Grandpa Han has recovered, and the shrapnel was successfully removed."
"What are you talking about? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? My father's waist has been covered with shrapnel for decades, and no one dares to remove it for fear of danger! You removed it right away, right? He's recovered, right?
Right? You think I want to believe it?"
Of course Han Fafa didn't believe it and roared.
His saliva almost sprayed onto Song Sanxi's face.
Fortunately, Song Sanxi took a few steps back.
At that time, Lu Tao and the others also woke up, and they heard the problem in a daze.
But they didn't have time to testify or anything, Song Sanxi already said: "Uncle Han, I know you have a problem with me. You have always disliked me."
"but!"
"I, Song Sanxi, swear to God, Grandpa Han has recovered. Otherwise, I will lose my head!"
"You kicked me so many times, I just tolerated it and didn't care about it anymore."
He said it very seriously.
But at that time, I felt that the skin on my leg was broken, bleeding, and swollen.
This Han Fafa also kicked really hard.
Han Fafa snorted coldly, pointed at Song Sanxi and cursed: "What are you talking about here? I don't believe you cured my dad! Where is my dad? Where is he? Look outside.
,Where is my father?"
Han Fafa said and pointed out of the car window.
Song Sanxi and others took a look, eh!
A little surprised.
The valley was empty, with no chariots or Mr. Han’s special car.
The barracks are still there, and the tea table is there, so it's not that no one is there.
Song Sanxi and others looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.
Song Sanxi immediately rushed to the front and saw that the driver and Zhou Wenbing were not there either.
The cab and co-pilot of this car are very comfortable, and sleeping is no problem.
Song Sanxi asked in confusion: "Where are the people?"
"I'm asking you!" Han Fafa said in an unforgiving manner, "If my father had a problem, I would kill you! Damn, he did the surgery without permission and said it was successful...
"
At this time, Lu Tao's eyes were red and he was angry.
This orthopedic surgeon was very protective of Song Sanxi.
"Hey! Why are you so cruel as a son? We stayed up all night. After the operation, the old man fully recovered and the wound healed. He was so exhausted that he didn't even let him rest?"
"The old man has so many gunmen protecting him, what else can happen? Are you overthinking it?"
"Look at Dr. Song, look at all of us, who's eyes are not covered with bloodshot eyes? There is no credit, there is hard work, what are you yelling about? We Zhonghai people, when we came to this provincial capital, we did something wrong, we just let
The patient’s family yelled?”
"Look! Look what this is?"
Lu Tao stood up and grabbed the cleaned shrapnel packaging bag, a transparent medical type, and slapped it on the table in front of him.
"This is the old man's decades of shrapnel, a lot of it, all taken out, look at it!!!"
"Whoever you are angry with today, don't be angry with Dr. Song! He is a miracle doctor we admire. His medical ethics and medical skills are as good as the sky. Do you understand?"
Lu Tao, who is nearly fifty years old, is worthy of being a Chinese man.
That ox-tempered, bloody, and relieving qi!
Song Sanxi felt a little high about him.
This aspect of Zhonghai people is quite comforting!
Coupled with Lu Tao's bloody eyes, they were really powerful and stunned Han Fafa.
Han Fafa and his two men looked at the shrapnel bag blankly and looked at each other in surprise.
Han Fafa was still a little embarrassed, "This..."
But immediately he became angry, pointed at Lu Tao, and shouted: "I have investigated, you are Lu Tao, right? Why are you yelling in front of me? Do you still want to do it?"
Lu Tao snorted coldly, "I'm going to quit if I don't want to do it, what? Can't I say something fair? This world is a place of reason! Your father, Mr. Han, is even more reasonable. He is not here...
"
Lu Tao was really furious, like a crazy donkey, glaring back angrily.
Song Sanxi patted him and said, "Okay, Lao Lu, stop yelling. Leave the matters here to me. You are all tired, go back to sleep."
After saying that, he walked out of the car. His legs hurt so much that he couldn't help but feel a little lame.
"Uncle Han, get off the car with me! Let's talk about the specific situation."
Han Fafa snorted coldly, led the people, and followed Song Sanxi out of the car.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Song Sanxi got out of the car, she felt so much pain that she almost fell to the grass.
He walked lamely for two steps, heard the sound of a car, and saw that he was safe.
Because Mr. Han’s motorcade is back.
His special car was driven by Zhou Wenbing.
Three chariots and escorts came over directly and stopped.
Mr. Han was the first to get out of the car. He looked at Song Sanxi and frowned: "Little Song Zaizai, what's wrong with your legs?"
After he finished speaking, Han Fafa, who had followed Song Sanxi down, felt embarrassed.
His expression was a bit unnatural, and his face turned red, "Ah! My dad, where have you been? You're worried about me! Oh, look at this..."
As soon as Mr. Han glanced at the scene, he knew what was going on.
He interrupted his son sharply, "Asshole! Tell me! Did you make little Song Zaizai's legs look like this?"
"Ah, dad, I..."
Han Fafa felt panicked.
My father's expression looked like he wanted to eat someone.
Song Sanxi hurriedly said: "Grandpa Han, Third Uncle didn't know about it, and he didn't mean it. I was really concerned about your safety, so I thought it was wrong for me to perform the surgery. It was an unintentional mistake, it was an unintentional mistake... Hey, Grandpa Han,
Stop!"
Song Sanxi shouted.
Han Fafa has been tragic.
He was stunned and didn't expect that his father had just undergone surgery and rushed over, a little fast.
"Little Song Zaizai, stop interceding for him!"
Mr. Han kicked Han Fafa to the ground.
"You son of a bitch! You still dare to hit someone, don't you? Do you think Xiao Song's medical skills are vegetarian?"
"He! He is the best doctor in the world! Much better than those top experts in Yanjing! Those are all trash!"
A lot of scolding!
Han Fafa got up from the ground. He was really like a turtle, unable to lift his head.
On the belly of the white shirt, there is a muddy footprint.
Song Sanxi quickly hugged Mr. Han, "Hey, hey, grandpa Han, don't get angry, don't use force, you still need to pay attention to your waist."
Mr. Han yelled: "My waist is fine, it's all over! Son of a dog, hurry up and apologize to Xiao Song Zaizai!"
Han Fafa looked at his father's state and couldn't believe it. Song Sanxi had really completed the operation?