Go crazy!The goddess of the nation should not marry me

When Qin Yu came to the door of the ward, what he saw was a bald old man with a haggard face lying on the bed, singing Beijing opera along with the TV.

It seems that because he is a doctor himself, Dong Xing's optimistic attitude when facing the disease is far more than ordinary people.

"Since I followed the king, fought east and west..."

"Being weathered and toiled..."

Dong Xing sang the familiar "Farewell My Concubine" and gestured non-stop.

Even though his aura was not strong enough to support him to finish singing, the person involved still enjoyed it.

"It's clear that he is a Peking Opera actor who was delayed by medical treatment..."

Qin Yu listened to the voice inside through the crack of the door and couldn't help but praise.

"You're really right. You can say that he's not good at medicine, but you absolutely can't say that he's not good at singing Peking Opera. Otherwise, he'll turn against you every minute..."

"Since you're at the door, come in, don't think you said bad things about me at the door, I don't know..."

The voices in the room stopped abruptly, and Dong Xing's voice suddenly rose.

"Aren't you afraid of disturbing your singing..."

Li Wenbin walked into the room with Qin Yu in a white coat.

"Master, if you want me to say that your singing in this opera is as good as the Beijing opera actors on TV... Hey, if you go to sing Peking opera, why would they have anything to do with them..."

Qin Yu was like a rainbow fart when he came up, and Dong Xing was so satisfied with the compliment...

Although Dong Xing has never met Qin Yu, Dong Xing guessed Qin Yu's identity just from this sentence of master.

His eyes signaled Qin Yu, then he looked at Li Wenbin and asked, "Your family?"

"Well, my son, isn't he handsome..."

Speaking of Qin Yu, Li Wenbin's face was filled with indescribable pride!
"Very handsome, indeed much better than you who are crooked..."

"Boy, you know more than your father, I think back then..."

Speaking of Peking Opera, Dong Xing's sick face was all radiant.

Li Wenbin saw that there was no room for himself in the house, so he honestly went to check the house.

The grandpa and grandson in the room were discussing Peking Opera with great interest, as if they had met each other's bole.

"Boy, I heard from your father that you also studied our medicine?"

"That's right... Shigong, you see, I'm going to graduate school in a few years. Those old-fashioned people in our school are too boring, or you can take me..."

Qin Yu looked at Dong Xing and said happily.

"Hey, don't tell me, if I were ten years younger, I would promise to accept you, but now I dare not. I have reached my age, and I took off my shoes and socks tonight. I don't know if I will wear them tomorrow... "

What Dong Xing said is true, and Qin Yu also knows that his uncles and uncles are all excellent, and Qin Yu does not believe that they have achieved such achievements for no reason.

Presumably Dong Xing is well aware of his illness.

During the chat, Qin Yu realized that Dong Xing could really become an excellent Peking Opera actor when he was young.

"Actually, I'm ashamed of my original intention of studying medicine. At that time, my family was in trouble, and doctors can be regarded as high-paying professions in Nanhai..."

Memories flood Dong Xing like a tide.

"Boy, remember one sentence, the first thing a doctor does is to cure the disease and save the patient, not to make money..."

"As the report said, if you don't give someone a red envelope and don't give them a good operation, that's all sinful things..."

"Let's just say, as a doctor, how can you watch people cook!"

Xu Shi realized that his situation was not good, so Dong Xing talked a lot with Qin Yu today.

He didn't fall asleep until his eyelids became heavy.

System, start medical scan mode!
[Starting medical scan mode...]

After starting, a blue light flashed in Qin Yu's eyes, and about five seconds later, all the index information of Dong Xing's body functions were listed in Qin Yu's mind.

The scanned pathological films are even more advanced than those in the hospital.

Not only focus analysis, but also treatment plan.

Just because the system is too advanced, many medical projects cannot be completed now.

Although Dong Xing's current situation is not very ideal, but fortunately there is still a glimmer of hope.

Qin Yu didn't want to give up even if there was only a few tenths of a percent of hope.

Dong Xing was honest and frugal all his life, and even participated in the research and development of various medical diseases, and donated all the bonuses he received to the International Medical Rescue Center.

Qin Yu admired such an old man who devoted himself to the medical field and contributed his strength.

Next Monday is the retest day for the international seminar, so Qin Yu didn't go to class in the afternoon but came to Chen Hui's office.

"Why didn't you go to class again..."

Because of Qin Yu's powerful teammate, Chen Hui's experiment went very smoothly, and he calculated all the data three days ago.

"Old Chen, have you heard of autologous lung transplantation?"

Qin Yu propped his chin and asked while pulling out the prickly prickly prickly pear on Chen Hui's desk.

"At present, there are no more than ten cases of autologous lung transplantation reported in China. Although lung transplantation has existed for decades, lung transplantation is the most difficult of all surgeries..."

Chen Hui said in a deep voice while flipping through the materials in front of the bookshelf.

"If the donor is brain-dead, then his heart, liver, and kidney can be used for organ donation, but generally, the lungs of such patients are accompanied by certain infections, so the suitability is too low..."

"Why do you suddenly ask about this matter..."

Chen Hui asked in confusion.

Qin Yu told Chen Hui the reason.

"Even if Mr. Dong has undergone an organ transplant at his age, there is a high possibility of rejection and bacterial infection..."

"I know...but if it's an autologous transplant, wouldn't the chance of rejection be greatly reduced..."

Qin Yu thought of this method when he was in Li Wenbin's office, and later the system gave the same opinion as Qin Yu.

"It is true to say so, but there may not be more than three people in China who can perform this operation, and the probability of success is estimated to not exceed [-]%..."

"However, the Royal Hospital of Country M had a successful case three years ago..."

Although Chen Hui didn't want to admit it, but the ruler was long and the inch was short, the fact was right there, and he couldn't deny it.

"Are they so awesome?"

Qin Yu raised his eyes and asked.

"You are stupid, is there anyone in their country who is more afraid of death than the royal family?"

"I enjoy the lofty status, glory and wealth when I'm alive, and at most when I die, I want to get an urn studded with diamonds, so of course they have to call all medical geniuses from all over the world to the Royal Hospital at all costs..."

That's true, Prince Y has been waiting for 60 years, and he hasn't inherited the throne yet!

After returning home, Qin Yu collected relevant information on the Internet.

Just looking around, Qin Yu suddenly remembered the number one person.

That is his "good brother" Mars!
According to Zhang Hang, Mars will go to the Imperial Capital to sign a contract with the Chang family in the next few days, and then return home from the Imperial Capital. This might be a good time!