The days passed leisurely, and at the request of Yu Xing'er and Wang Xiuhua, Zhang Dagang had no choice but to let Zheng Fangfang reattach her finger.
The young and handsome Dr. Zheng became famous in the hospital because of the surgery performed on Zheng's client.
Even among the aristocratic circles in Zhuhai City, Dr. Zhang's name was known.
Mr. Bai and his whole family came to deliver the banner in person.
As a big boss in Suhai City, he actually took the initiative to condescend to give a banner to a small resident doctor in the hospital. This was simply unheard of and unseen.
Zhang Dagang's fame has completely spread in Suhai City.
With Boss Bai as his living brand, Zhang Dagang almost dominated the front page of Suhai City for three consecutive days and nights.
After a busy day and seeing patients all day long, Zhang Dagang sat at his desk and rubbed his temples tiredly.
The divine dragon power in his body actually gathered a large amount. As soon as Zhang Dazhi closed his eyes and rested, the divine dragon power became active in his body. After walking around in a circle, it merged into the golden water droplet.
The golden water droplets seemed to have grown in size again. Zhang Dagang felt the changes in the golden water droplets, and all the fatigue in his body was instantly swept away.
Just as he was about to pack his things and leave, there was another knock on the office door from outside.
"Dr. Zhang, can I come in and talk to you?"
Zhang Dagang looked at the director with slightly white hair and a withered look at the door, and nodded doubtfully.
But we haven't seen each other for a few days. What kind of evil thing did the director do? How did he end up like this?
Seeing the faint aura of death surrounding the director's forehead, Zhang Dagang withdrew his gaze.
"Please come in!"
The director rubbed his hands in embarrassment, sat on the bench in front of Zhang Dagang, and gave himself two hard slaps.
Zhang Dagang didn't stop him and waited for the director's next words.
"Dagang, I'm sorry for Mr. Bai's surgery last time." The director apologized first.
Zhang Dagang remained silent, sorting out the information in his hands and not chasing anyone away.
"My daughter has uremia. It will be easier for the director to find a matching kidney source. My daughter's time is running out, so I just want to give it one last try. I'm sorry, Dagang."
Seeing that Zhang Dagang still didn't speak, the director stood up and said sincerely: "I know how much I did this time. My daughter doesn't have a few days left to live. I have already submitted my resignation application."
, if you don’t want to see me, I will leave the hospital now.”
The director spoke very sincerely, but Zhang Dagang knew that he was a good person and didn't care too much.
"Dagang, I believe that with your ability, this small Suhai City Hospital is just a turning point for you. I am very happy to be your director for a while. I'm sorry, Dagang."
After the director finished speaking, he turned around and left.
He has been a good doctor all his life, but when he became a director, he chose to be a good father.
Having done such a shameful thing, the director now just wants to spend the last days of his daughter's life with her and then leave with her.
"Wait a moment!"
Zhang Dagang stopped the director who was about to open the door and went out, and said calmly: "Take me to meet your daughter and let me try."
When the director heard Zhang Dagang's words, his already staggering back became even more rickety.
"Doctor Zhang, you don't have to..."
Zhang Dagang didn't say much and forcefully asked the director to take him there.
However, a mere uremia, which to Zhang Dagang was just a disease that could be cured with a raise of his hands, made the director almost lose his mind.
The director did not expect that Zhang Dagang would insist on going, and his face became ugly.
Except for the director, no one in the hospital knew that his daughter had uremia.
So the director subconsciously doubted Zhang Dagang, did he doubt himself?
The old face turned red all of a sudden, and the director felt even sadder.
He had been trembling all his life, and everyone in the hospital would praise him.
But now, he can't even do the most basic things of being trusted by his colleagues.
Thinking of this, the director nodded.
The two of them left the hospital one after another and walked towards the Suhai Third Hospital on the other street.
The Third Hospital of Suhai City has far fewer patients than the First Hospital. It looks deserted. Even the nurse at the front desk is dozing off on the table.
The director, who was familiar with the situation, took Zhang Dagang to one of the general wards, but was told that his daughter was undergoing dialysis.
In the dialysis ward, an eight-year-old girl was lying on the bed with tubes inserted all over her body. Lying on the bed at an age that should have been lively and happy, she looked extremely well-behaved.
"The doctor said they couldn't find a suitable kidney source. I'm afraid Jingjing won't last three months." The director said sadly, "But at this point, the possibility of finding a matching kidney source is almost zero."
"So you just gave up?" Zhang Dagang asked calmly.
As a doctor, he is extremely responsible for every life and holds a deep sense of awe.
"Yes, if we don't give up, can we still expect a miracle to come?"
The director gave a wry smile: "The day before yesterday, I really had no choice but to go and have my fortune told. Who knew that the fortune teller told me that a miracle would come and that my daughter would recover."
Having said this, the director couldn't help but swallow even more.
His daughter has been suffering from uremia since she was four years old. During the intervening four years, he has been with her during every dialysis session.
Watching the blood flow out of the tube and back into the body, he could imagine how uncomfortable his daughter must be, even if she had never cried out in pain.
"Maybe, there really is a miracle coming."
Zhang Dagang opened the door and walked in. The girl on the bed looked at the handsome brother who came in from the door. A bright color flashed in Gujing Wubo's eyes.
Everything in the hospital was completely white, and the girl hadn't seen a stranger for a long time.
"Little girl, does it hurt with so many tubes inserted into your body?"
Seeing Zhang Dagang suddenly barging in, several nurses in the dialysis room were stunned for a moment, and then their faces turned ugly.
"Whose family member are you? Don't you know that you can't just enter the dialysis room?"
Seeing the blood being extracted from the girl's body bit by bit, Zhang Dagang said, "Take out the tube, we won't do dialysis anymore."
The director who followed in heard Zhang Dagang's words and said hurriedly: "You can't pull this out. If you pull it out, Jingjing will die."
Hearing the word death, a flash of yearning flashed in Jingjing's eyes.
She has been in the hospital all year round and has seen life and death. Her mind has matured long ago and she can already understand what death means.
"After the tube is removed, I have a way to cure Jingjing and let him be as active and active as a normal child without the need for a kidney transplant."
Zhang Dagang's words sounded like some big joke to the ears of the doctors and nurses.
"Hey, where is this young miracle doctor? He actually said that uremia can be cured without a kidney transplant. It's really funny."
