Yuan Qingling was a little nervous. She was worried about memory loss, so she grabbed Fang Wu's hand and asked, "Is it true that my memory will not be lost? How long will it take to recover?"
"In about fifteen days, your brain will have the medicine you originally injected. Therefore, even if we do nothing, as long as the transplant operation is successful, all your memories will be slowly condensed back, even one from your childhood.
You may have forgotten the little things before, but now you will remember them forever.”
Yuan Qingling was relieved now. Without her memory, she couldn't remember her husband, son, or everyone in Beitang. How much more would it be like to be devastated?
The anesthetic was injected into the body, and Yuan Qingling quickly closed her eyes.
Before pushing her in, Fang Wu called Yuan's mother and told her that the operation was about to start.
Mother Yuan couldn't come here. Yang Ruhai prohibited the medical staff here from watching. Mother Yuan couldn't come in and could only wait outside.
Qihuo helped Fang Wu push Yuan Qingling into the operating room, handed her over to Yang Ruhai, and then the two of them exited. Fang Wu could have gone in, but there were three old men in the hospital, and she had to deal with them.
An unexpected situation, because now she is the only person in the world who knows them well.
Although they no longer recognize her.
Over at the hospital, Mr. Xiaoyao's leg was put in a plaster and had to be fixed, so he could no longer get off the ground while jumping around and had to stay in bed to rest.
The Supreme Emperor had a slight concussion. After taking the medicine, his dizziness was not so severe and he did not vomit. However, he still needs to be observed.
The first assistant’s surgery is also being prepared.
Yuan Qingzhou knew that his mother was waiting outside the institute, so he called her to persuade her to go home. Yuan's mother was unwilling to leave. She was very worried. Yuan Qingzhou was afraid that her mood would be unbearable, so he said: "You'd better go home first.
It is estimated that Baobao will also come here. If he comes and there is no one at home and he has to run around, he will definitely be very anxious."
Mother Yuan was also thinking about her eldest grandson, so she had no choice but to obey her orders and drive home first to keep an eye on him. Sure enough, when she got back, Bao Bao came over, so she had someone with her, so she wouldn't have to worry about him alone.
Yuan Qingling did not tell the Supreme Emperor and the others about the surgery, fearing that they would become worried, so she said that she would deal with some things now and would not start the surgery until the chief assistant's surgery was completed.
As the operation approached, the first assistant began to get nervous. When he saw Yuan Qingzhou coming in with scissors and clippers, he asked Yuan Qingzhou, "The operation you are talking about is to cut open my skull and then take out the blood clots in my head.
Is that what you mean?”
"Well, that's what I mean!" Yuan Qingzhou nodded and said.
"Then...then after my head is opened, can I still live?"
"Of course he can survive. After the blood clot is removed, it will be replaced."
The first assistant hesitated for a moment, "Let's mend it? Can you get some needle and thread?"
"You can say that!" Yuan Qingzhou smiled, "Don't be nervous, trust me, nothing will happen."
The first assistant's face turned slightly pale, "Patch it up with a needle and thread. If I move more vigorously, will the thread fall apart again? Just like clothes, if you pull hard, the thread will still fall apart."
"How is that possible? The stitches are only temporary and the wound will heal."
"It's the flesh that heals, but how can the bones heal? The skull cover has been lifted, so how can it grow back together?" The first assistant felt that this operation was cruel.