After raising a cat, the goddess doctor became popular in the interstellar

Chapter 417 Lung Source
late at night.In a small private hospital with a low-key appearance but extremely luxurious interior, the lights are brightly lit at this moment.

"Fortunately, the source of the lungs has been found." A doctor in a white coat put down the phone in his hand, with a smile on his face.

"Great!" The middle-aged woman gently shook the old lady beside her: "Mom, did you hear that? Changtai, he's saved!"

"Thank you for the blessing of the Lord!" The old lady stood up, clenched the cross in her hand, and made a sign of the cross on her chest:
"With the strength you have given us, we cannot back down. To you be the glory and the praise forever!"

The middle-aged woman glanced at the man lying on the bed, who was still breathing hard under the support of the ventilator, with a look of pity on her face.

After thinking about it, she asked the doctor again:
"Doctor Geng, how long will it take for the lungs to arrive? My husband has worked so hard, I'm afraid he won't be able to wait too long."

"Don't worry. The person will be there soon. When the time comes, the two surgeries will be performed together, so we can't delay the matter."

"Two operations?" The woman was a little puzzled.

A slightly mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Dr. Geng's mouth.

"Mrs. Bao, you paid 500 million yuan to buy the freshest lung source, isn't that right?"

"Yes."

"You also know that the source of lungs is much scarcer than the source of kidneys. If you take the normal route, how many people will not be able to wait for several years."

"Yes, but Changtai was poisoned by that unscrupulous person. Let alone a few years, we can't wait for a few more days. That's why we found you. I heard that you have a wide network and many ways."

"Yes. It's right for you to come to me." Dr. Geng nodded: "No, have you found it now?"

"Take it off here in a while, and put it back on for Mr. Bao immediately—as for the others, why should you care so much?"

The woman seemed to realize something, her eyes widened in an instant, and she opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything.

At this time, the old lady said: "Daughter-in-law, you have to take care of your temper."

"Just sit here and wait, look more, ask less, let the doctor do it. The Lord is with us, and everything is from His grace."

"Okay, Mom." The middle-aged woman sat down, her face seemed calm, but there were still waves in her eyes.

In fact, when she transferred to this place under the advice of an acquaintance, she already had a certain amount of psychological preparation, knowing that the source of lungs obtained here must be different from the usual way.

But when the other party revealed it in such a subtle way, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

Sure enough, just like what my mother-in-law said, my temperament is still not calm enough to take care of things.

After another 40 minutes, the door was knocked open.Two dusty men walked in and nodded to Dr. Geng.

The latter immediately said: "The donor has arrived. The transplant operation can be performed immediately."

The middle-aged woman helped the old lady stand up, and asked: "Is the probability of the operation successful, really as high as 80.00%?"

Dr. Geng laughed, his bright white teeth gleamed coldly under the light: "Don't worry, even considering the rejection reaction after surgery, the five-year survival rate is still 60.00%."

The middle-aged woman nodded: "Then I will trouble you."

"You paid a high price, I will definitely do my best." Doctor Geng said, and together with the other two, moved the bed for Bao Changtai.

"Doctor Geng, there is one more question." The middle-aged woman asked hesitantly, "What will happen to the person who provided the lung source?"

"You know it well, so why bother to ask more questions, which will only increase your troubles?" Dr. Geng said, and walked out with the person pushing the cart.

The middle-aged woman wanted to chase her out and say something, but was stopped by the old lady.

This time, there was a clear dissatisfaction on her face.

"It was the Lord who sent the offering here, intending him to save Changtai. What's the matter with you being sad here? You don't want Changtai to be okay?"

"Mom, I am, just thinking about it, that is a life!"

"Hehe." The old lady laughed, "The Lord separated the sheep from the goats and let them stand on both sides—the righteous will get what they deserve, and the wicked will do something to atone for their sins."

"Everything is the best arrangement, everything is the destination of fate." Her expression was indifferent and peaceful, which made the middle-aged woman gradually relax.

"It's because I wanted to go left." She said, "From now on, I won't be so weak."

The door was pushed open with a bang, and a man in his early 20s rushed in.

"Grandma, mom, where's my dad?" Bao Shaokang glanced at the empty bed and asked in surprise.

"Just entered the operating room." The woman said, "The source of the lungs has been found."

"So fast?" Bao Shaokang has more or less understood the difficulties in the past few days, and naturally he will not take it for granted.

"Where did the lungs come from?" He asked.

The woman hesitated to speak.It was the old lady who said bluntly: "Shaokang is my grandson, and the Bao family will rely on him to steer the helm in the future. There is no need to hide this kind of thing."

"It's just what you think. If someone buys it, someone will sell it. If you like it, I wish it, and everyone is happy."

"It wasn't donated, but someone voluntarily sold it?" Bao Shaokang was stunned for a moment: "Grandma, please be clear. These lungs are no different from others. If you sell them, you will die."

"So what?" The old lady was disapproving all over her face: "The process is not important, what matters is the result. Now that your father has been harmed by that vicious person, no matter how much money you pay, you have to keep his life .”

"Or, you don't want to save your father?"

"Mom, Shaokang is just asking, he doesn't mean that." The middle-aged woman turned to her son: "Hurry up and apologize to your grandma."

Bao Shaokang did not apologize.His expression was tangled and complicated, he wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth again, and rushed out like a gust of wind just like when he came.

In the operating room.A boy of eighteen or nineteen was lying on the operating table unconsciously, and the shadowless lamp hit his chest directly.

On the other side, Bao Changtai's eyes widened, and he desperately wanted to say something, but the festering mouth and digestive tract prevented him from saying a word.

No one paid him any attention.Everything was ready, Dr. Geng raised the scalpel.

Suddenly, the piercing siren of a police car sounded, disturbing the people in the house.

"Quick, transfer quickly!" Dr. Geng and others hurriedly pushed the boy out, but were caught by the rushing police.

When all the dust settled, Bao Shaokang sighed deeply as he looked at his father, who was having difficulty breathing, and his grandmother and mother, who were full of reproach.

"Grandma, Mom, Dad." He said, "That boy didn't do it voluntarily, he was kidnapped by someone."

(End of this chapter)