Chapter 655： Deduction (1/2)

In the waiting hall of Jinghua Sixth Hospital, there will always be full of people.

Surgery in the operating room is ongoing, and the number of family members outside the operating room will continue to increase. Here, most of the family members tend to be calm. Of course, most of the expressions are depressed and melancholy, but there are not many emotions.

For elective surgery, for the patient, a time is chosen to determine his fate, and for the patient's family, it is also an additional time to adjust the mood and accept the facts.

Of course, there are always people who ca n’t accept the facts, especially the family members who suddenly found a serious illness and had the first surgery. Their mood is the most likely to be excited, the family conditions are not good, and they are often more anxious-getting sick is one thing The burden of debt is the burden of the camel.

Middle-aged woman Wang Xuemei resigned and sent her husband to the operating room. She knelt in front of Zijing Cave and never got up.

Her education level is not high, but various notices of illness and informed consent still let her understand the situation. In the hospital, doctors and nurses are not always fierce, impatient, impatient. Sometimes they also become amiable and full of patience-when the patient is seriously ill, or more accurately, when a person's illness is the top symptom that the department can handle, he will get high Treatment of specifications.

In the sixth hospital, the level of gallbladder cancer is high enough, not to mention that Professor Feng Zhixian is flying a knife. In this case, no small doctor wants to be a black hole in the process. The whole process is as good as possible, except for one thing: soothing the patient's mood.

The patient's mood is not always relieved, not because the doctor's skills are poor, but because the pain is too deep.

Wang Xuemei just cried, kept crying, kept crying.

If the education is higher, Wang Xuemei may cry a poem. Her life is full of suffering, which is the most suitable environment for the birth of a poet. However, her life is so miserable that she has not received enough education to explain her suffering.

”It's good when they talk about the capital. They're good when they talk about the capital ...” Wang Xuemei kept mumbling, fingers couldn't help but reach into the crystal hole to touch it, and then flinched back.

She wanted to deepen the power of prayer, and was afraid she did something wrong.

A new uncle came and advised: ”The hospital floor is cold, don't freeze, kneel or kneel, get up and sit for a while.”

Talking twice, Wang Xuemei took off her coat and put it under her knees.

The persuaded old man couldn't help crying or laughing. After a while, he brought her a waist pad and said, ”Small is a bit small, let's use it alive. If I say, the Lama Temple is more sensible, you might as well try it in the past, then It is a serious temple, and the incense is also flourishing. We had an old friend who had a lot of problems before, and the trustee went to the Lama Temple to burn a note of incense, and then just fine, and business was smooth. ”

”The head pillar incense of Yonghe Palace? One hundred and eight pillars is almost the same.” One of them couldn't hear it, and stabbed: ”How many people want to burn the head pillar incense, is that money?”

The old man glanced at each other: ”Then you come to persuade.”

”What to persuade, love to kneel and kneel, kneeling is useful, what is the doctor to do? Kneeling is useful, don't come to the hospital.” The man's tone was ironic, he had long seen the middle-aged woman in front of him unpleasant.

The Du family who stayed at the scene was a fat grandson. He looked at his own Zijing Cave helplessly. If it wasn't for his father's strict order, he would not want to take it back.

However, how do people collect on their knees? Fat Sun can only look forward to Wang Xuemei kneeling on the ground, hoping that the other person will wake up.

Wang Xuemei ignored these people.

She didn't understand these people and didn't want to understand. Most of these people were deceived, and she might as well do her own thing.

Wang Xuemei's ”scratching” for another three heads was a response to other people's questions.

The crisp sound made the patient's family members helpless, but it was also understood her mind.

”Well, in such a cold place, it's too old to have a cold leg. My leg now hurts when I built the dam.”

”Yeah. When I was confinement, my mother-in-law said that I was too hot. He only gave me three quilts. Other women's wives wear cotton pants to cover the quilts.”

”My husband didn't listen to me before. I wore a pair of single pants and went out. I was so angry that I lifted the mop stick and shone it on my leg.”

”My sister is so fierce? Later? Your husband listened to you? Did you apologize?”

”I don't know, this person is still in the operating room.”

Crunch.

The double doors of the operating room seemed to have some magic power. When it made a noise, all the people in the waiting room stopped talking.

”Is Li Gang's family there?” Shouted the little doctor on the bed, standing beside Xu Wen.

Xu Wencai is the official doctor of the No. 6 Hospital of Beijing. Feng Zhixian and Ling Ran, who are the main knives, are all flying knives.

When Wang Xuemei heard the words Li Gang, she wanted to stand up with her hands on the ground, and then she got another buttock.

”My knees are numb.” Wang Xuemei murmured to herself, her eyes already looked up, and she raised her hand: ”I am the family member of Li Gang.”