C69 (1/2)

On the surface of the table-top, there were five clear, indentations two centimeters below the surface.

Song Huichun was a little nervous when he saw this.

I, Song, am also a member of a medical family, so I have some medical ethics. I have already told you that I have this Black Jade Paste for your uncle's injury, and with the help of my classmates, I have a 90% chance of success! ”

Duan Hong then nodded and left.

He immediately drove back to the South of The City area and picked up Ma Cuihua and Duan Yuan to prepare to go to the hospital to protect them, afraid that his aunt Li Zhen would be too busy to drive alone.

When Ma Cuihua and Duan Yuan went downstairs and saw the TT car, they did not dare to get on the car. It was only when Duan Hong said that the company had made it up for the general manager that they got on the car.

The three of them arrived at the hospital and chatted and laughed with Duan Beiping in the intensive care unit. The family was only missing Duan Hong's father, Duan Kai.

Duan Beiping also asked, why didn't Liberation come?

I haven't seen him these past few days.

Ma Cuihua also felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and secretly blamed Duan Jiu. It was outrageous for her big brother to not come even after doing an operation.

< p > Until the evening, the doctors and nurses once again gave Duan Jiu a thorough examination. He was in good condition and was suitable for surgery.

The next morning, he was pushed into the operation room.

Duan Hong's entire family was anxiously waiting outside. Zhu Shan had rushed over and was hesitating by his side.

Song Huichun came out twice during the operation and was completely wrapped up like a mummy. When Duan Hong went up to ask him questions, he did not even respond.

By evening, the entire family was exhausted. The President of the People's Medical Hospital came to visit them. The hospital was of great importance to them all.

Finally, during dinner time, Song Huichun and another doctor walked out tiredly. This time was different, as he had taken off his sterile surgical uniform.

Duan Hong's family immediately surrounded him.

Song Huichun smiled lightly at Duan Hong. The latter calmed down and knew that the operation would be successful.

You don't have to worry, the operation is more successful. Right now, Mr. Duan still needs to observe from the disinfection ward for a few more days to overcome the dangers of the past few days.” It should be fine from now on, and the family members don't have to stay here any longer. They can go home and rest.

Song Huichun said as he pulled himself together.

One must know that a doctor performing a major surgery consumed a lot of energy and was extremely focused. Furthermore, he did not even care about eating food.

Duan Hong's car could not seat that many people, so he got Zhu Shan to find a taxi. The two of them returned to the South of The City region together, and went back to Duan Hong's house to cook dinner.

It was a delicious meal, but none of the family had any appetite, so they were worried for Duan Beiping.

Duan Hong did not sleep that night. He could feel in his heart that his family members in the other two rooms shared the same feeling. He had woken up before dawn.

Looking at the time, it was about four o'clock, he hadn't run for a long time. Duan Hong stretched his limbs, and made a proverb, ”One punch after another without leaving one's hand, never letting go”.

He took out a cloth from his small bag and wrapped it around his leg. There were a few thick iron plates on the ground beside him, and he inserted them one by one.

There were four pieces on each leg, each weighing ten kilograms. These were specially given to him by the Third Master during Ku Chan Temple.

As they left the South of The City Region, street lights were still lit on both sides of the road. Occasionally, a car would flash by and the cleaners would sweep the road with their broom.

Duan Hong's legs moved quickly as he ran along the streets surrounding the city. The morning wind whistled past his ears as he slowly controlled his breathing and coordinated with his running speed.

As his pace gradually increased, Duan Hong's breathing became hurried. He completely did not use his internal energy, and only relied on at least his own strength.

The worry and pressure he had for his uncle kept coming out of his body like dirty air. His mood improved a bit.

Without realizing it, dawn had come and the pedestrians had increased. Many elderly people came out for their morning practice, holding Taiji Sword or fan in their hands. They wore loose training uniforms, and their faces were brimming with smiles.

< p > Will I be like them when I get old?

Living a carefree life with the person he loved, wasn't this the same as well? Duan Hong was envious.