Zhu Tong stopped, straightened up, thought about it, and said to Dad Dandan: "Mr. Bai, this surgery has some risks and may damage the child's vision."
"Mr. Li, just let it go. As long as you live, there will always be hope." Dad Dandan said calmly.
Zhu Tong nodded and bent down. He was very grateful for Dad Dandan's attitude.
He reached out and dipped some blood on Dandan's forehead, drew a circle around the bleeding opening, and drew a scrawled word "spirit" inside the circle.
Dandan was not anesthetized, and Zhu Tong had been in a deep sleep after the pain stopped. Then he suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Zhu Tong steadily, and said, "Uncle, I want to see dad."
"Kid, daddy is here." Dad Dandan held the kid's little hand.
"Okay, uncle, you can start." Dandanzai looked at his father carefully for a minute and said with a happy smile.
"Edan, you have to keep your eyes open and look at daddy." Zhu Tong stepped aside a little; "No sleep, no laziness. If you can't see clearly, tell your uncle immediately, okay?"
Dandan nodded sensibly and said, "I will."
"Dandan is so obedient. When your illness is cured, uncle will sail and take you to see the sea." Zhu Tongyou put his right hand on Dandan's forehead to bring some good luck.
The word "ling" turns into a red mist that penetrates into the brain, gathers at the lesion, slowly shrinks around it, and gradually separates the tumor from the healthy brain tissue.
This process was so slow that Zhu Tong needed to constantly observe Dandan's eyes. The child was too strong to be tortured by the disease. He clenched his teeth and stared at his father with a pair of clear eyes, blinking reluctantly.
Several times, Zhu Tong noticed that Dandan's pupils were shrinking, indicating that his vision was beginning to blur, so he relaxed a little; and waited for him to calm down before continuing to separate.
The camera faithfully recorded the video, and no one spoke in the operating room. Mr. Liao should have nothing to do, but in order to cooperate with Zhu Tong, he still sat at the end of the operating table and used a needle knife to work on the back of the balls; because the covering was relatively tight.
Well, no one including Zhu Tong knew what he was busy with.
In the eyes of everyone, Zhu Tong and Mr. Liao worked together to complete a difficult operation.
Forty minutes passed, and the red mist turned into a shell, wrapping the tumor. Zhu Tong straightened up and took a long breath.
Wu Zhanming cooperated with him many times and quickly winked at a young nurse.
The little nurse wiped the sweat off Zhu Tong's face with a towel and stuffed a tube into his mouth.
It was not water or nutrient solution, but wine, mellow Moutai. Fortunately, this was an operating room, and the smell of alcohol and disinfectant was relatively strong, so no one noticed that Zhu Tong was drinking.
"Hold on, Dandan, and scream if it hurts." Zhu Tong removed his right hand, and the dragon star hair of his left hand penetrated the dried bleeding hole on Dandan's forehead.
Dandan groaned, tears welling up in his eyes, but he insisted on not shouting or crying.
The purple butterfly swallowed up the red tumor, and the blood that was seeping near the lesion was absorbed bit by bit by the purple butterfly. This process takes about a week, and after a week, the balls are truly safe.
"Edan, can you see daddy?"
"Yes, but it's a little wobbly."
"Very good." Zhu Tong left the operating table, and Wu Zhanming directed the nurse to cover Dandan's eyes with an eyepatch.
When he lifted Dandan's head, Zhu Tongcai saw that Mr. Liao had carved a... gossip on the back of Dandan's head. Fortunately, the nurses in the operating room were quick-sighted and had long been accustomed to the strange tricks of these old Chinese doctors. First,
Time has covered that exquisite gossip with a bandage.
"Was the operation successful?" The beautiful host looked confused. There was some blood, but it was too different from the operation she imagined. In her opinion, that little blood could not be called a brain tumor removal at all.
Surgery. Importantly, no removed tumor was seen.
"Now it seems that everything is going smoothly. If no abnormality occurs after three days, it will be considered a basic success. Within a week, Dandan should be able to get out of bed and run."
Zhu Tongzhen consumed so much energy that he couldn't hold it anymore. If it wasn't for show, or for the eyesight of holding his balls, he wouldn't have to be so tired.
But the cut scene had to go. In the following time, the beautiful female anchor directed the camera and recorded the whole process of Dandan being pushed out of the operating room to the high-end ward of Wanghai Hospital. During the period, she randomly interviewed Dandan's father, "Miracle Doctor"
"Li Xiang", doctors, nurses, and a few arranged caretakers and unscheduled patients.
Dad Dandan had experienced many blows, so he was dubious about Zhu Tong's assurance and didn't show much enthusiasm; but the gratitude on his face was sincere.
After finishing all this, it was already time to start the evening.
The staff of the female anchor followed Wu Zhanming to eat and drink at the hotel outside, while she herself followed Zhutong on the elevator and stepped into the most mysterious and most essential part of the legendary Wanghai Hospital, the antique and magnificent Wanghai Research Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
The female anchor was so knowledgeable that she was stunned when she first entered.
Zhu Tong only took her into the public areas on the 11th and 12th floors, where there are mainly dining rooms and comfort rooms, and a No. 1 aromatherapy room that is more popular than the four upstairs.
Shanyangfang, as the name suggests, is a place for eating. It occupies half of the twelfth floor. Small bridges, flowing water, green bamboos and orchids decorate a fresh and elegant space. Although the place is not small, there are only four tables, with six tables near the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Each booth can accommodate up to fifty people at a time.
Shuyangfang is a place for relaxing muscles and bones. There are professional masseuses who provide targeted massage relaxing or acupuncture care services based on members' personal files. Both of these require reservations.
Aromatherapy Room No. 1 is on the eleventh floor and is also where members change clothes. Each member will keep several sets of looser clothes here.
Of course, the female anchor came here for the first time without any preparation. Zhu Tong asked the nurse to bring her a floral silk Tang suit to change into, and what followed was a one-stop service experience.
Aromatherapy was displayed, followed by massage. When she sat on the booth in front of the long window and drank a medicinal meal that was said to have the effect of detoxifying and nourishing the skin, there were already thousands of lights outside.
Zhu Tong also changed into loose gray clothes. Before that, he had eaten something and dined with the female anchor, and was just drinking.
After ten o'clock in the evening, members of the Wanghai Traditional Chinese Medicine Research Institute kept arriving. Half of them were used to coming here to enjoy professional conditioning after a busy day of socializing. Even if they feel that their physical condition is fine, there is such a thing
A private space is also a good choice to communicate with friends of the same level.
When every member sees Zhu Tong, they will come over to say hello and say a few jokes. Some of them know the female anchor, and some do not know her. Without exception, they will compliment her a few words; they will interrupt the conversation between the two.
Conversation to say sorry.
The female anchor is the person who dominates the situation. She knows that her status is nothing among these people, and any of them has a net worth of more than hundreds of millions. It would be nice to say hello to her, and she can take it calmly.
Gradually, she understood why these people came to say hello.
Zhu Tong seemed to be well aware of their physical conditions, casually reminding several guests that they should take care of their health and go to a place called "Daofang" to make an appointment with a certain doctor.
Those who were reminded by Zhu Tong said thank you gratefully and turned around and left in a hurry, while those who were not reminded would not waste much time. Although the female anchor hoped that they could stay a little longer, in her eyes, that was not the case at all.
Human beings are golden mountains with brilliant golden light and majestic treasures.
"Boss Li, can I come here often?"
"Of course." Zhu Tong took out a golden card and put it in front of her; "This is an invitation card. You can come and spend three times for free every month. You can bring a friend, but sorry, you can only come in
The eleventh and twelfth floors are the private spaces of the members. I have no right to approve anyone to join without their permission."
The female anchor said thank you very wisely, picked up the card and read it again and again before carefully putting it away. Although this was only a one-year invitation card, which seemed to be specially prepared for people like her, she had already
Satisfied.
If she can reach the eleventh or twelfth floor, she will have the opportunity to enter a higher floor; "Miracle Doctor Li Xiang" has given her this opportunity, and it depends on her whether she can grasp it.
Ten minutes later, a medicinal meal was finally eaten. Even though she was reluctant to leave, the female anchor could only say goodbye to "Miracle Doctor Li Xiang" and everything here. She received another card with one hundred thousand yuan in it.
RMB. But it was agreed before, so she stopped being pretentious.
She really hoped to receive some hints from "Miracle Doctor Li Xiang". For this purpose, she inadvertently loosened the two buttons on her chest, revealing a seductive scenery. Unfortunately, the elevator door was still closed.
Zhu Tongzhen is very busy tonight and has to meet several important guests.
Duohua came again, this time with her father Wang Xiangji, nominally to accompany her father to visit Mr. Fan; but she asked Zhu Tong to make an appointment with Ouyang Fan and his daughter for dinner, and her true intention was unclear.
Duohua Treats Guests is also at Wanghai Traditional Chinese Medicine Research Institute, not on the twelfth floor, but in Zhu Tong’s private room on the fifteenth floor.
When Zhu Tong came in, the dinner had come to an end. The cups, plates, and bowls on the mahogany round table had been removed, and eight plates of fruit and cakes were placed.
Mr. Shu, the honorary director of Wanghai Hospital, sat on the chair with Mr. Fan and Mr. Chen, happily holding a glass of wine. Mr. Shu is a leisurely person in Wanghai Hospital. He has stayed in Shanghai for more than half a year, and mostly lived in Blessing
In the villa, he mixed with the Xianyunyehes invited by Zhu Tong. He kept his attitude very low and was really open-minded to learn from them. With the efforts of Mr. Shu, his mother Zhu Hong, and his uncle Zhu Huang, Wanghai Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd.
The research institute under the Institute has obtained many treasures. They are the essence refined by the Chinese medicine civilization over the past few years, and they are likely to disappear with the death of these people.
Zhu Tong specially invited Mr. Shu back today to support the scene. Mr. Shu did not have much contact with Mr. Fan and Mr. Chen. With him as a learned man, the two old men would not be too presumptuous.
Duohua sits on Mr. Fan's right hand, Ye'er sits on Mr. Chen's left hand, Ouyang Fan and Wang Xiangzhen, Fan Xilin are talking about something, Ouyang Yu has left the table and is sitting on the sofa in the outside living room watching TV.
"The beauty is gone?" Zhu Tong was the first to complain. They all knew that Zhu Tong was downstairs, having dinner with the beautiful female anchor.
"Let's go. In fact, I avoided it on purpose. If I were here, I'm afraid the two old people would be unhappy." Zhu Tong glanced at the wine bottles on the bar.
Sure enough, Mr. Fan and Mr. Chen almost said in unison: "This is a sensible person." In the whole club, only Zhu Tong dared to restrict them from drinking with a straight face.
It was nothing at first, but as time went by, Zhu Tong almost became the mortal enemy of the two old men. They would do this every time they met. Because of the purple butterflies in their bodies, the two old men almost wanted to soak in the pool of wine. But Zhu Tong
They were only allowed to drink half a catty of wine every day, and no more than two taels at a time. Judging from today's appearance, they exceeded the limit again; in this meal alone, everyone drank more than half a catty.
"As I get older, I've turned into an alcoholic." Mr. Chen muttered dissatisfiedly.
Mr. Chen has always been a man with strong self-control. Although he holds a high position, he does not smoke or drink. He can be regarded as a strict self-disciplined ascetic. Of course he is dissatisfied with his current situation. This sentence has almost become his mantra. As long as he wishes
When children come here, they can hear the same complaints several times.
He didn't care what the two old men looked like, he greeted Wang Xiangjian and Fan Xilin, and asked Ye'er: "When did you come?"
"At four o'clock, I picked up the chief at the airport and came together. Seeing that you were busy, I didn't let them inform you." Ye'er also drank a few drinks, her face was red and her eyes were moist.
Zhu Tong scanned around and found that not only Ye'er but also Duohua seemed to be drinking more. He squinted and said, "Brother, dad just said that you can do fortune-telling for me, okay?"
As he spoke, he dipped his hands in tea and wrote two words on the table: Phoenix.